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 )
NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills.
- Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or saso_afterhours ONLY.
- Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]

Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E)
Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses.
(Please delete all text in parentheses as you go. LEAVE THE HEADER HTML ALONE or the bonus round scoring program can't parse your comment. Don't forget a comment subject!) 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 )
NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills.
- Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or saso_afterhours ONLY.
- Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.

Posts not using this format will be understood to be unofficial discussion posts, regardless of what they contain. They, like all comments in this community, are subject to the code of conduct.

If you see anyone breaking the code of conduct (e.g., causing drama, being rude) anywhere (not just DW), please contact the mods immediately.

SCORING

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

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

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

All scored content must be created new for this round.

Etc.

If you're hunting through the prompts looking for what to fill, a good trick is to view top-level comments only (see the line of links below this post).

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Ship: Momoi/Riko
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by

wino
Word Count: none

They are the BEST Qs!

***

Ship: Momoi/Riko
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by

putsch
Word Count: none

Girls beating up bad guys together is the best and your fill for this was so lovely.

***

Edited 2017-08-19 08:40 (UTC)

Ship: Ryoma & Fuji
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by

yrindor
Word Count: none

This was such a good fill but I couldn’t write for it. I hope this art is okay!

***

Ship: Miyuki & Abe
Fandom: Daiya no Ace & Big Windup
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by

luckycricket33
Word Count: none

I feel weird doing an art fill for an art fill but I could not RESIST, thank you so much for the original fill.

***

Edited 2017-08-19 08:57 (UTC)

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

moetushie
Word Count: none

So you are significantly better at art than I am but there was NO WAY I wouldn’t do a remix of this, my favorite ImaHana of yours, and I couldn’t think of a thing to write that’d improve on perfection.

***

NSFW!

Ship: Akashi/Aomine
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by

yrindor
Word Count: none

BRANDING. :D

***

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

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

moetushie
Word Count: 462

***

"You said that you bought this," Murasakibara says, peering into the back of chips that he's just finished.

Himuro hadn't actually meant to say anything of the sort, but when Murasakibara took the bag and commented that he's never seen any of the other snacks wrapped like this before, Himuro decided that telling the truth would be easier than lying. If Murasakibara's going to be angry at him, Himuro thinks that he'd rather it be due to his laziness than for lying, because at least Murasakibara wouldn't have a single justification for being angry with anyone else's laziness when it's overshadowed by his own.

"From the combini, yes," Himuro replies. He doesn't think he's ever seen Murasakibara eat something quite so quickly before, but now, he's frowning down at the bag and Himuro can't tell if it's because he doesn't like it, or because he doesn't understand it. "If you'd prefer, I can go back to bringing homemade snacks for you."

"No," Murasakibara says immediately. He holds up the bag. "These. I like these. I want you to bring them next time too."

"There are other flavours too," Himuro tells him. "Would you like to try them?"

"Will you bring me a new flavour every day?"

"Until they run out of flavours," Himuro replies with a smile. "And then I'll start on the other snacks."

Murasakibara hums in thought, and then reaches his hand out. "Fine. You can go."

Himuro's gotten used to this particular ritual every time; he takes his ring from Murasakibara when he arrives, and puts the chain around his neck. It's always a little warm, because Murasakibara has taken to carrying it around in his pocket, and Himuro might not get to wear it for very long each time, but that doesn't matter. Even if Kagami doesn't know what really happened to it, the ring means just as much to Himuro now as it did before. More, perhaps, but he doesn't say anything about that, not to Kagami, and not to Murasakibara either, who probably wouldn't understand.

Unclasping the chain, Himuro takes it off and places it into Murasakibara's open palm. His fingers hover over it, not quite ready to pull away yet, and Murasakibara's fingers brush against them as he closes his hand around the metal.

"I'll see you next time," Himuro murmurs, turning to leave.

He's almost at the door when he hears Murasakibara call out, "Hey."

Stopping, Himuro looks over his shoulder and waits.

"The combini," Murasakibara says, and then frowns and looks away. "Do you think maybe sometime you can take me there? I don't want to go right now, and not until I know that all the snacks are good, but. Maybe…"

"Yes, Atsushi," Himuro replies with a smile. "We can do that."

Ship: Araki Masako/Alexandra Garcia
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Original Work: link by

hatchbacks
Word Count: 425

***

Tatsuya is the perfect student.

He doesn't have the natural, explosive talent that Taiga has, who takes to basketball like a duck to water, but Tatsuya is the one who studies the basics, who breaks every single thing down to its component parts and then learns them all individually, perfecting them alone before he perfects them together.

When he moves away from L.A. and to her hometown, Masako doesn't worry for him. She hopes that he finds a good team with a sharp coach who knows exactly how to pull out his full potential, but she knows that even if that's not the case, he'll find a way to thrive. He loves basketball with a ferocity that matches the professionals she used to play with. There's nothing that will get in the way of him and his need to play as hard as he can, as much as he can.

So when Masako books her flights to Tokyo, planning on attending the Winter Cup, she's already curious about what kind of team he's found himself on. He doesn't contact her very often, not the way Taiga does, and she doesn't push for it either. She doesn't know what he thinks of his team, of his coach, but Masako would rather see for herself rather than hear about it anyway.

She's not expecting Alexandra Garcia; they might not have crossed paths when they were both playing professionally, but that's more of a shame than anything. The woman is bright and vibrant and dedicated to doing the very best for her team. Alex is not the tired, demotivated coaches that Masako remembers through high school, and as Masako sits and watches Yosen play against Seirin, her attention is focused on the face off between Tatsuya and Taiga, but she pays attention to the way Alex coaches the team, too. It's easy to hear her, when Masako is sitting towards their side of the court, and Alex is loud enough to demand and hold her students' attention, no matter their moods, no matter how the game might be going.

Masako is already looking forward to drinking with her later; she might have taken Tatsuya and Taiga on as students purely by whim, but Alex is a proper coach. Even though Masako has done everything that she could have done for them by teaching them the basics, she's eager to hear the perspective of a coach with experience.

That, and she already knows that drinking with Alex has the potential to lead to interesting places. She's looking forward to that, too.

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

princesssid
Word Count: 506

***

Here's the thing: Atsushi is screwed.

He's so monumentally screwed and he's going to have to move fandoms, change handles, and find better friends.

(As if he's actually going to. Atsushi hates change and hates having to put in the effort that comes with new fandoms. That's precisely why he's been in this one for as long as he has.)

He's staring at the message that he's just sent miragee with mild horror. There's only one obvious solution to this. He's going to flood miragee with messages until he doesn't see the first one.

thor:
you don't have to mail it to me
maybe you can just give it to me in person
if that's not weird
I mean I don't know where you live but
if it's convenient, then maybe we can do that
but you don't have to
just a thought

miragee:
hahaha .)
yeah we could do that

It's not the worst decision Atsushi has ever made in his entire life, but that's only because he once tried to eat every single snack in the pantry in the space of one night.

This is probably the second worst decision Atsushi has ever made. He can deal with that. Maybe.

He feels awkward, waiting at Ikebukuro station, for someone that he's never actually met before. There are too many people meeting up near the owl statue by the exit, and Atsushi doesn't think that miragee will have any trouble finding him, when Atsushi told him to just look for the tall guy with purple hair, but the only descriptor miragee gave in reply was, haha ok I'll be the guy carrying the bag of potato chips ,)

Which is why Atsushi is frowning at every single guy that walks past, trying to figure out whether they're carrying a bag of chips. Atsushi doesn't know how big it's going to be, and it's probably not that uncommon anyway, to be walking out of a station with some sort of snack. Atsushi should really have asked for something more specific.

Except then his gaze lands on a guy walking towards him with a purposeful stride, carrying the biggest bag of potato chips that Atsushi has ever seen in his entire life. He hopes that this is miragee, he hopes that those chips are for him because if they are, they're going into his mouth immediately.

But then he looks at the guys face, and he has two thoughts. The first is that oh, it finally makes sense why miragee only ever uses single-eye emoticons when typing. The second is that he desperately hopes that this is not miragee because this guy is way too beautiful. It's bad enough that he has an amazing voice, but the fact that he looks just as amazing is not only unfair, but statistically improbable. This isn't happening. This isn't real.

"Hi," he says, and oh, fuck, Atsushi knows that voice. "You're thor, aren't you? These are for you."

"I love you," Atsushi says emphatically, as he takes the bag of chips.

Ship: Kita Shinsuke/Miya Atsumu/Miya Osamu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: link by

themorninglark
Word Count: 600

hi lark coughs

***

He hears it first from Osamu, because Osamu’s always been quiet. He does things without fanfare, without ceremony, without the dramatics that Atsumu injects into every action. It’s not that Atsumu’s not capable of being quiet, but it’s always been more Osamu’s thing. Kita likes to think he understands them both fairly well, but Osamu’s always been full of surprises. This, he thinks, should not really have been a surprise.

He supposes he just didn’t really want to consider the possibility.

There are three mugs in the cupboard on its shelf, sitting next to his coffee mill and the filter. One of them goes unused today, but it will happen more often now.

--

Atsumu comes by more frequently, usually without Osamu.

Kita buys more sugar.

--

Osamu comes in his own time, and they sit in silence, sipping their coffee quietly. Kita knows how to be patient, how to wait.

This is one of those times.

Coffee takes time to brew, after all.

--

They graduate and part ways, and Kita wishes them both well. He has small gifts for both of them. He is no longer their senpai, but it does not mean he does not care, not that they are not important to him.

Atsumu comes to Kyodai, and Osamu goes to Todai. They fill up his life in different ways, for all they do not see each other frequently anymore. Atsumu’s texts blow up his phone and Osamu’s more formal letters on his desk, both awaiting reply.

Atsumu comes over for coffee sometimes, but more often they meet for lunch or dinner when their schedules match up. He chatters and complains and whinges, but Kita thinks university suits him. He’s growing into himself outside of Osamu as well, where he’s not always one of a set anymore. Atsumu’s always been something, but it’s becoming even clearer now, in the way he carries himself, the way he talks about his peers, his classes. Kita tells him as much and Atsumu smiles winningly at him, but he also knows that Atsumu will come again another day to ask about Osamu. He is more quiet these days, lending him an air of maturity that looks well on him.

Osamu brings him coffee beans when he comes back from Tokyo, strange varieties from tiny coffeeshops that they share while Osamu tells him bits and pieces about university. He’s grown as well, but there are also confessions of quiet absentmindedness, how he looks over his shoulder for Atsumu, the way he gets two of everything at the supermarket because he sometimes forgets that Atsumu’s not in Tokyo, then he remembers and has to put it back.

Habit is hard to break, Kita observes. Osamu’s answering smile is a little rueful.

Can you believe I actually get to eat my pudding now, and that it’s not gone before I lay eyes on it?

Kita only smiles and pours more coffee for the both of them.

--

There are three mugs that sit next to his coffee grinder. They are exactly where they need to be, waiting to be used.

Today, he takes down all three of them while Atsumu grinds the coffee beans and Osamu fills the kettle. They go and sit on the couch while he brews the coffee, soft laughter and whispered secrets he is not privy to. But the important things, he knows. They are in the tiny fox figurine that sits on his desk, the coffee beans in his cupboard, in the three cups on the tray before him.

He adds the sugar jar to the tray and goes to join them.

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

kiyala
Word Count: 430

***

They'd gone home as a couple last time, almost. At least, together in the way they hadn’t been when they’d arrived, hands all over each other, alcohol mingling from their breaths, the bass line thumping in the soles of Taiga’s shoes long after they’d left the club, his body still tingling all over, especially where Tatsuya had been touching him. It’s been a month since then and they haven’t gone out; Taiga would say it’s because they’re too enamored of each other and that might be true. Specifically, they’re caught up in looking and touching, something they haven’t been explicitly allowed to do this way with each other before and there’s years of catching up to do there.

But there’s years of catching up on clubbing as a couple, too, of not just going home with their hands all over each other but getting ready together, picking outfits and giving each other approving looks in various states of half dress, pregaming together and Taiga kissing off cheap vodka as it runs down Tatsuya’s chin, then kissing his nose and then his mouth, bitter and numb with alcohol. It feels good when they can both feel like hot messes, when Tatsuya’s still pretending to be in total control but he really isn’t, steady on his feet but looking at Taiga like his gaze is being dragged across Taiga’s skin and Taiga understands the meaning of eyes raking across your body, because yeah, that’s what it feels like, a pleasant scrape like Tatsuya’s filed-down fingernails against his skin.

They don’t dance with anyone else; they don’t have to, matching each other’s steps one to one, bodies grinding together, Taiga spinning Tatsuya in his arms so they can bump and dance like they’re teenagers trying to get racy at a middle school dance, except they didn’t have dubstep when they were in middle school and they were both twenty times as awkward (which for Tatsuya isn’t all that much, but still, or maybe that had just been Taiga’s perception at the age of twelve). Right now, Taiga’s probably an awkward drunk but he doesn’t give a shit, kissing up and down Tatsuya’s jawline in time with the music to make him laugh and grind his ass harder up against Taiga. Taiga squeezes it in his hand, and they both sigh at once, and yeah there’s a reason they don’t do this, maybe, because now all Taiga wants to be is home where he can press sloppy kisses all over Tatsuya’s body and hum the shitty dubstep on the speakers in his head.

THANK YOU!!! I can't believe you remixed my fill! This is such a nice surprise :D

I love the focus on the Fuji brother's relationship. I'm especially taken with this line, Who would bother to open his mail and read it and then pretend it had never been opened again? <---This is such a Fuji thing to do!! Yes!

And this line really made me laugh, “...I’m not five anymore, you don’t have to make me face-food,” Lol Fuji would totally make Yuuta 'face-food'

Thank you again!

Ship: Akashi Seijuurou & Akashi Seijuurou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: psychological horror, supernatural elements, possession
Original Work: link by

yrindor
Word Count: 444

***

His first thought upon coming to existence is: cold.

He knows that he is not a person; he's caught somewhere between being a monster and being nothing at all, but he exists here, in this small, narrow room with no interesting features to it. He questions why he's here at all, what his purpose is, what purpose he could possibly have when confined to such a small space.

Except then, he sees the boy, and that triggers everything else.

He suddenly has a name, a history, and an intimate knowledge of each and every single one of the boy's deepest, darkest fears. This room might be small, but it is by no means featureless. The glass that separates them is both a mirror and a window. Akashi does what the boy does, showing him exactly what he expects to see, and waits for the perfect opportunity.

The boy's quiet insecurities are written across the glass between them in invisible ink. All Akashi needs is some heat to read them, and there's enough of that in the boy's life, a building sort of pressure like a kettle before it lets out its piercing wail. Akashi reads the words, written in the trembling hand of the boy's own mind, and knows that his singular purpose in this is to find solutions to them.

It doesn't really matter if the boy doesn't like them. He'll just have to be grateful for the solutions that Akashi finds for them.

Each time the boy looks into the mirror these days, he looks more and more worn down. Akashi has long since stopped pretending to be a simple reflection; he's not what the boy would have once expected to see in the mirror, but he knows that he's what the boy wants to see reflected back at him. He wants the stability, the control that has so often been stripped away from him despite his best efforts to hold onto it. He wants everything that Akashi has to offer, but he knows that this is a decision that he can only make once.

Akashi doesn't mind. He can wait for as long as he needs to, with the knowledge that someday, the boy is going to give in and they'll both get exactly what they want. It's a promise that Akashi can see in the tired, downward slope of the boy's shoulders, the exhaustion that goes bone deep, slowing his movements the moment that he's shut away in his room, out of sight of the others, with no one left to hide from.

It'll come. All Akashi needs to do is wait, and wear the boy down with his patience.

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

ellipsometry
Word Count: 432

***

They hold hands all the way down to the water, Taiga so tightly like he’s never going to let Tatsuya go, not like he’s afraid of what will happen when he does but because he doesn’t want to, like he wants to keep Tatsuya here with him just because he does. It had taken Tatsuya a while to get used to it, but it’s always been there, the unconditional way Taiga just wants him there, that even if he keeps fucking up and stumbling over himself Taiga will be there for him. It’s too heavy to think of right now when he could go for another overpriced margarita, or when it’s probably better for them to just walk down to the beach. It’s getting dark out, quicker now. The summer always seems so short, so full of missed opportunities, even when all of these days blend together like frozen lemonade.

The water is lapping at their feet, and Taiga scoops Tatsuya up, lifting his feet above the gentle waves.

“Don’t drop me in,” Tatsuya says, nuzzling at Taiga’s neck.

“Don’t give me ideas, huh,” says Taiga, holding him closer and going in for a kiss.

Tatsuya slides back down, his feet sinking in the soft sand, and he closes his eyes and leans against Taiga, one hand slipping into Taiga’s pack pocket. Taiga makes a noise in the back of his throat, like he’s really trying not to sound pleased and it’s not working at all. It’s cute; Tatsuya laughs and squeezes Taiga’s ass, pumping his other hand on Taiga’s hip, letting it rest there, thinking about reaching under Taiga’s shirt.

“We’re still in public,” Taiga says.

“People do sleazier shit,” says Tatsuya. “If you look real close, you can see the teenagers puking over there.”

“Ew,” says Taiga. “Food poisoning or too much alcohol?”

“Why not both?” says Tatsuya, and then he slips his fingers up against Taiga’s warm skin, sighing at the contact.

“We’re going to get all sandy,” says Taiga.

“We already are,” says Tatsuya, flicking some sand from under his feet at Taiga’s ankle, though it’s probably less effective underwater.

“Hey,” says Taiga.

Then he says it again, his voice softer, turning slowly to kiss Tatsuya. They’re a bucket of cliches, sunset kisses by the water and sex on the beach at the shore, too much hair gel and beer spilled on both of them earlier by some clumsy frat boys who look like they’re on roids. There’s not that much of summer left, but they’re going to cling onto it while it’s here, before it disappears completely.

Ship: Matsuoka Rin/Nanase Haruka
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Original Work: link by

horchata
Word Count: 516

im. uhm. looks at hands i love rh thats all

***

Some days are harder than the rest, when he comes back tired and to an empty apartment, Makoto probably camping out the the campus library again. The apartment’s comfortable and it suits the two of them, but exam season is upon them and Makoto is out more than he’s been in, and Haru hasn’t seen him for more than two minutes the whole week. He starts dinner and if he wishes Rin was here, well.

When Rin left again for Australia, Haru had swallowed the words don’t go, because he knew this was important to Rin the way going to Tokyo would be important for him. So instead he’d hugged Rin tighter then watched him walk away, disappearing through airport security. He thinks this shouldn’t be so hard, but when Rin turns just before he goes through to wave at Haru, it becomes even harder to stand there and wave back, to turn around and walk away.

He thinks he should be more used to it, seeing as how Rin was more often gone than not. But distance has never been easy to bear, and for all of Haru’s growing up, a part of him is still thirteen and a little afraid to watch Rin walk away again, afraid of a last time. Rin now is older and he comes home for New Year’s, smelling like summer sun and complaining about how cold it is, kisses Haru in the doorway and promises things like forever, while Haru looks away and thinks that forevers aren’t meant to be promised. With Rin though, he can believe, just a little.

They’re not children anymore, careless and cruel in their words and desires. But distance is hard, and he misses Rin more when he’s not here for Haru lean against, to breathe in the smell of chlorine and sun warmed skin. Haru has always been bad at reaching out, but he counts the hours and knows it’s about time Rin gets out of practice.

But days like these, he picks up his phone when Rin calls and they talk about everything and nothing, until the restlessness inside him settles and missing Rin isn’t so hard. He tells Rin about training, and Rin laughs when he complains about not being allowed in the pool for nearly long enough, teases him and asks if he’s making mackerel again for dinner. Haru tells him about Makoto’s absence and Rin hums softly, reminds him to look after himself and not to stay in the tub too long later.

I love you, he says before he hangs up. And it sits in Haru’s chest, warm and soft like something precious, something he saves for days when he’s the first one to text Rin, for when he misses Rin almost too much.

But it’s worth it, their forever. It’s worth this and more, and maybe they both still have some growing up to do, maybe Haru needs to learn to be more honest and more open, but he’ll take it, take their handful of forevers in any form they come, as long as Rin is there.

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: supernatural elements, eating non-food items
Original Work: link by

hatchbacks
Word Count: 425

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Atsushi is heavy as he lies across Tatsuya's lap, like an oversized cat who demands attention as it pleases them. Tatsuya is only too happy to oblige, enjoying the warmth of Atsushi's body pressed up against his, the softness of his hair in between Tatsuya's fingers.

All of it provides a pleasing contrast to the cold mirror that he holds in one hand, coaxed out of its frame thanks to his patience and care. It's waiting to be cracked apart, fed to Atsushi piece by piece, and Tatsuya is too indulgent to make him wait for very long.

They say a crack of a mirror means seven years of bad luck, but Tatsuya's life has been unlucky enough as it is. He doesn't care if he accumulates any more bad luck on top of what he already has; he's used to this, now. He knows what to expect from his life, and what not to. If he needs to deal with any more bad luck in exchange for snapping mirrors between his fingers just so that he can place the shards into Atsushi's mouth, then so be it.

He likes the way Atsushi perks up at the snapping sound. Even when he's watching it happen, his eyes always widen a little more, he sits up and leans forward a little closer, and Tatsuya can't help his fond smile.

"Open your mouth, Atsushi," Tatsuya murmurs, placing a piece of the mirror onto Atsushi's waiting tongue.

Atsushi's lips close around Tatsuya's fingers, his lidded gaze fixed on Tatsuya's face.

It's about Atsushi having things in his mouth, Tatsuya has come to realise. He likes the sensation of it and the longer it can stay there, the more he can feel it, the better. He likes it when he's allowed to suck on Tatsuya's fingers too, the tips of them pressing down on his tongue. He slides the mirror shard back and forth across Atsushi's tongue, not minding if the sharp edges cut his skin. Atsushi doesn't complain about the taste of blood.

Then again, Atsushi doesn't really complain about the taste of anything. It's not the flavour he's after, just the sensation.

He's eaten his way through the entire mirror when Tatsuya takes his face in both hands, leaning in to kiss him. His mouth tastes like cut glass, but feels just as warm and inviting as ever.

"I'll get you a bigger mirror next time," Tatsuya promises him, and Atsushi hums softly, pressing their foreheads together.

When he has this, Tatsuya doesn't feel unlucky at all.

Ship: Kenma Kozume / Kuroo Tetsurou
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: Sexual Content
Other Tags: Unsafe sex
Original Work: link by

hibari1_chan
Word Count: None

( kenma tops fite me )

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NSFW!! | Still NSFW!!

Edited 2017-08-19 14:12 (UTC)

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: body horror, references to violence/gore to the eye
Other Tags: monsterboy himuro
Original Work: link by

hatchbacks
Word Count: 455

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The bathtub is barely big enough for Atsushi to fit in by himself, let alone with company. He's found that despite this fact, Tatsuya is always more likely to climb into the tub with him already sitting in it.

Tatsuya has no problem with making himself fit into small spaces; he does it all the time with his shell, and he does it against Atsushi's body too, sitting in the space between Atsushi's knees, leaning back against his chest and shutting his eyes, like he's exhausted just from this much.

Atsushi, for all that he loves to complain about being made to do things that he doesn't want to, never complains about this. He likes the gentle weight of Tatsuya leaning back against him, likes the way it feels to smooth his hands over Tatsuya's skin, washing away the stray granules of sand that stick to him stubbornly. There's even more in his hair, but Atsushi doesn't complain about those either, picking them out with the sort of patience that he doesn't typically reserve for anyone else, doesn't even reserve for Tatsuya outside of special occasions, or when it comes to things like these.

"Don't fall asleep," Atsushi warns, as he strokes his fingers through Tatsuya's hair to wash out the last of the sand.

"Mm, you're making it very difficult not to," Tatsuya replies, his eyes slipping shut as he leans into Atsushi's touch. "That feels really nice."

Atsushi presses a little harder with the tips of his fingers, so that it's a nice, firm massage. Tatsuya hums, tipping his head back, and Atsushi isn't afraid of pressing down when he can feel how much Tatsuya's skin has already hardened again. He isn't going to find this painful. Even if he did, he's in that part of his moult cycle where he's more likely to seek it out than he is to avoid it.

Pulling Tatsuya's hair out of his face to wash the very last of it, Atsushi strokes his thumb across the stretch of skin that normally remains hidden. It never feels particularly good to the touch—just the same as it never looks particularly good either—and Atsushi doesn't let himself forget this. The result of his impatience, he thinks to himself, gently brushing Tatsuya's hair back into place once he's satisfied that it's clean. A lesson on why he should learn to better control himself.

He likes to think that he's trying.

"Done," he murmurs, and bends down to press a kiss to Tatsuya's forehead. He's immediately embarrassed, looking away and nudging at Tatsuya. "Okay. Bath time over. That's it."

Tatsuya smiling as he climbs out of the tub, and he's still smiling when he gets back into his shell.

oh my god....mustache aomine now i can't stop thinking about it www....this is so sweet tho, the ending where aomine just wants to go home and be with taiga...oh man. also all the little details (glasses-kun! HAYAMA/HANAMIYA LEMME TELL U THATS GOOD SHT RIGHT THERE)....and lines like this, "Those boots were definitely not made for walking, or launching in a flying kick at an opponent across the room. If not for Glasses-kun’s quick reflexes and a corset lined with Kevlar, Aomine would probably be dead." so vivid...thank you for remixing and showing exactly what went on at that strip club bust!

oh nooo thank you miaou! you are so kind to me ;;;;

i do love to entertain the idea of jun managing to achieve his dream, but his character arc of having to give it up just to get to koshien and then-- end up that result just tugs at my heart too... where would we be without his loud roars from the outfield? o(-(

oh man this is the BIGGEST compliment, i'm so happy to hear it!!

And I definitely recommend the original fill. em's paints the scenes out wonderfully, I wish we had more spotlight on the managers so this is an absolute gem. I hope you enjoyed!

Ship: ayase chihaya/oe kanade
Fandom: chihayafuru
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Original Work: link by

horchata
Word Count: none

i felt sad killing the spacing in your stanza so hopefully the different colored text works similarly to line breaks
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thank you! this was a lovely remix...you read poetry so well and your tone matched up with the mode of the poem <3

Ship: Akashi & Oikawa
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke & Haikyuu
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: here by

yrindor
Word Count: none

After getting his eye ripped out, Akashi goes for a luxurious quilted eyepatch with faux brilliants because he is fucking SWAG, yo.

Click to see it full sized!

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Edited 2017-08-19 14:44 (UTC)

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Bonus Round 6: Remixes

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

Re: FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

FILL: TEAM Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, G

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

Re: FILL: Team Prince of Tennis, T

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

FILL: TEAM Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, G

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, E

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T

Re: FILL: Team Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov, T

Re: FILL: Team Daiya no Ace, G

Re: FILL: Team Daiya no Ace, G

FILL: Team Kanzaki Miki/Miyahara, G

Re: FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T