Bonus Round 6: Remixes

[referees]

The goal is in sight, participants! Let's finish strong by drawing upon the thousands of fanworks you've created this summer and putting them in new lights.

SASO 2017 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).

Please read this whole post before commenting to ensure that your team gets the most points possible.

RULES

• Choose a fanwork created by other participants in a previous main or bonus round of SASO 2017 and create a new piece based on it. You could create a fanart of another work, an FST inspired by a piece’s style, a podfic of someone else's work, retell another person’s fanfic from another point of view, create a new fanfic inspired by a great piece of art... go wild! Sequels do count as remixes, with limits: "And then the same thing happened again" is not ok, but "And then some totally new thing happened" is fine, and please don't create only sequels.
• You cannot remix your teammates' works. You cannot remix your own works. You can remix fills that were created to your own prompts.
• You can remix a remix, but if we see any remix chains we'll be upset, so do this with moderation and restraint.
• You must have permission from the original creator. There's a blanket permissions post here (feel free to add yourself to it!), or you can leave a comment on their original post asking for permission.
• You must include the dreamwidth link to the original work in your post.
• Since all fills are based on previous works, there will be no prompts for this round. Simply post your fill as a comment in response to this post.
• Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.

FORMAT

Bonus round shenanigans all happen in the comments below. Brand-new works only, please.

Required Work Minimums:

• 400 words (prose)
• 400px by 400px (art)
• 14 lines (poetry)
• 8 tracks (fanmixes)

There is no max work cap.

Format your comment in one of the following ways:

If FILLING:

If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant:

FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to. Any way you format it is fine. Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E) Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. (Please delete all text in parentheses as you go. LEAVE THE HEADER HTML ALONE or the bonus round scoring program can't parse your comment. Don't forget a comment subject!) <strong>Ship:</strong> <strong>Fandom:</strong> <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/1609.html, when applicable; otherwise write "None".) <strong>Other Tags:</strong> (anything else that you feel requires tagging; can include jokey tumblr-style tags here; may also pull from the "Additional Tags" list from the URL above, if applicable; otherwise, write "None" here.) <strong>Original Work:</strong> <a href="url">link</a> (place the DW link here) <strong>Word Count:</strong> (if applicable; otherwise write "None") (Place any author/artist's notes BEFORE the asterisks. Leave the asterisks alone or you may not get points!) *** (Place your fill here. You can use HTML. FOR NSFW FILLS, please cross-link these fills and use clear tags. Refer to the body of the post above for more information. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" alt="DESCRIPTION OF YOUR IMAGE"/>. Thumbnails only, please; more info @ http://referees.dreamwidth.org/5647.html#images ) NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills. Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or saso_afterhours ONLY. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING] Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E) Copy/paste/fill out the following form into your comment box. Delete the guidance text that's in parentheses. (Please delete all text in parentheses as you go. LEAVE THE HEADER HTML ALONE or the bonus round scoring program can't parse your comment. Don't forget a comment subject!) <strong>Ship:</strong> <strong>Fandom:</strong> <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/1609.html, when applicable; otherwise write "None".) <strong>Other Tags:</strong> (anything else that you feel requires tagging; can include jokey tumblr-style tags here; may also pull from the "Additional Tags" list from the URL above, if applicable; otherwise, write "None" here.) <strong>Original Work:</strong> <a href="url">link</a>(place the DW link here) <strong>Word Count:</strong> (if applicable; otherwise write "None") (Place any author/artist's notes BEFORE the asterisks. Leave the asterisks alone or you may not get points!) *** (Place your fill here. You can use HTML. FOR NSFW FILLS, please cross-link these fills and use clear tags. Refer to the body of the post above for more information. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" alt="DESCRIPTION OF YOUR IMAGE"/>. Thumbnails only, please; more info @ http://referees.dreamwidth.org/5647.html#images ) NSFW FILLS: Please cross-link these fills and tag them clearly. saso_afterhours is open to all NSFW fills. Written/text fills can be hosted on AO3 or saso_afterhours ONLY. Art/visual fills can be hosted anywhere; you may include a small safe-for-work thumbnail of the fill in your comment.

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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Comments

FILL: Team Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru, T

[horchata]

Ship: kuramochi/miyuki
Fandom: daiya
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: spoken word
Original Work: I saw the sunset 44 times by kitaiichis
Word Count: None

thanks, Philip Glass


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Please listen here!

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[dynamite]

Ship: iwaizumi hajime / oikawa tooru
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: implied sexual content (in the song "both hands")
Other Tags: a breakup, something in between, a makeup
Original Work: link by ellipsometry
Word Count: none

this fill with wonderful origami imagery was such a slow beautiful heartache, but the way iwaoi fell back together again so easily, watered my crops for a thousand years. thank you for writing such a lovely thing.

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*both hands by ani difranco
*holy ground by taylor swift
*your heart is a muscle by carly rae

FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, G

[miyukitty]

Ship: shimizu kiyoko / yachi hitoka
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: first attempt at podfic, forgive the audio quality
Original Work: BR4 fill by dynamite
Word Count: None

miyu, you can't counter phone anxiety by drinking rum on a worknight and putting all of lin's words in your mouth WATCH MEEE

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(Audio, 3:01)

FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, T

[miyukitty]

Ship: oikawa tooru / kageyama tobio
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: implied sexual content
Other Tags: first attempt at podfic, forgive the audio quality
Original Work: BR4 fill by dynamite
Word Count: None

miyu voice: banana hammock

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(Audio, 2:52)

FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, T

[miyukitty]

Ship: iwaizumi hajime / oikawa tooru
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: implied sexual content
Other Tags: first attempt at podfic, forgive the audio quality
Original Work: BR5 fill by dynamite
Word Count: None

ugly laughter, it's the dick jokes one////

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(Audio, 2:55)

FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, T

[miyukitty]

Ship: iwaizumi hajime / oikawa tooru
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: implied sexual content
Other Tags: first attempt at podfic, forgive the audio quality
Original Work: BR5 fill by dynamite
Word Count: None

yes that's how you're supposed to pronounce miyukitty :3c

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(Audio, 3:31)

FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, G

[miyukitty]

Ship: iwaizumi hajime / oikawa tooru
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: first attempt at podfic, forgive the audio quality
Original Work: BR5 fill by dynamite
Word Count: None

⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ crawls back into hiding place ////

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(Audio, 3:12)

FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, G

[cherrysalmon]

Ship: Akashi Seijuurou/Midorima Shintarou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: podfic, ambient noise bc i wanted to capture summer sounds by sitting outside (spoiler all the birds stopped singing as soon as i sat down orz), a jump cut from where i suddenly forgot how to read, u can hear me die in 2 different languages
Original Work: link by hyalinee
Word Count: none

_(:3/ what is talking

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listen here! (3:45)

transcript (incl. my Bad Attempt At Translation)

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

[mother_herbivore]

Ship: Kinjou Shingo/Makishima Yusuke
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Original Work: link
Word Count: None

i've reached peak au, i can't do any better than this

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FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, M

[wino]

Ship: aomine/himuro
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Original Work: link by kiyala
Word Count: 1354

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fill

FILL: Team Kirishima Natsuya/Yamazaki Sousuke, G

[clearlykero]

Ship: Kuramochi Youichi/ Kominato Ryousuke
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: smoking
Original Work: link by kuramochi
Word Count: none

long empty highways at night

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FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

[themorninglark]

Ship: Kita Shinsuke/Akashi Seijuurou
Fandom: Haikyuu!!, Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Original Work: link by hyalinee
Word Count: 705

team tiny captains represent

***

A jacket. Returned at the gantry of a train station in suburban Tokyo, neatly folded, lying at the bottom of a paper bag.

Akashi is five minutes early to their meeting, as is his custom. Kita Shinsuke arrives exactly on time, and Akashi will come to learn that that is his custom too. When he greets him with a small bow and takes the bag extended to him, he is surprised to see that Kita has gone to all that trouble; he would have expected any other high school boy to pass him the jacket in a crumpled heap. Any other high school boy, except—well—maybe himself. The invitation to tea or coffee is no casual gratitude, no slip of the tongue. Akashi doesn’t take just anyone to his favourite cafe.

An email address. Written on a torn page from a notebook, the edges straight and true.

The thing about Kita is, he never replies to messages immediately. Neither does he leave you hanging. He has mastered the art of giving you just enough space to breathe, enough time to put your phone away and contemplate the fact that it is 2 AM and your light is the only one on in the street, before he responds. It is a polite distance, respectful, and his answers are always considered. Akashi finds that he enjoys their exchanges: hearing about Atsumu’s antics, how fast Suna is growing, what a formidable serve Osamu’s developed. In turn, he shares little pieces of himself, even tries to repeat one of Mibuchi’s more off-colour jokes. Though he can’t quite deliver it the same way, he thinks it amuses Kita nonetheless. When the gap between messages starts shortening, Akashi knows Kita looks forward to this as much as he does.

A light novel. A tale about journeys, a girl and her talking motorcycle, and never settling.

The world is not beautiful, therefore it is. Kita had said that, once, in a text, and it had stayed with Akashi; he asks about it a few weeks later, and Kita brings the first book with him on his next trip to Tokyo. Akashi confesses he’s not much of a light novel reader, but takes great care to pick out something Kita might like in exchange. They talk of life and choices, of restlessness, of the extraordinary in the ordinary. Akashi gazes out the window on the long ride back, thinks, the seasons are changing.

A fountain pen. Tasteful and elegant in jet black, with silver accents, made to order.

It’s a passing remark. There’s just something about fountain pens, don’t you think?, and Akashi agrees. The next time he goes with his father to meet an old client turned family friend, he shakes his hand and politely inquires if he still takes custom orders. He understands how busy the business is these days—they’ve even got a shop in fashionable Ginza now. Well, we are busy, but for you, Akashi-kun, of course. It must be for someone special. Akashi only smiles and sips his tea. He adds, after a moment passes, that it is for someone starting a new phase of his life.

A letter. Received at the gantry of a train station in suburban Tokyo, neatly folded, lying at the bottom of a paper bag.

There is a circularity in all this that Akashi knows Kita finds pleasing, as he does. His first week as a university student has been a whirlwind; coffee with Kita in that cafe of theirs, the still point. He wonders at timing, at chance, at fate. If he had not lost that game, if he had been in a state of mind to remember his jacket, for Akashi does not forget things, not like that, but there are exceptions for everything. Kita Shinsuke, he hopes, is the last and best of them.

Akashi takes the congratulatory cake out of the bag when he gets home, places it in the fridge for supper later. Dark chocolate. The same cake he'd ordered, years ago. It’s then that he notices the envelope with his name on it, written in a poised hand with flowing fountain ink.

Carefully, he breaks the seal, and starts to read the letter within.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[kiyala]

Ship: Akashi Seijuurou/Mayuzumi Chihiro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: ex-boyfriends ex-bandmates au
Original Work: link by mondegreened
Word Count: 472

***

Emperor Voice takes the top of the charts on its first week of release.

Chihiro stands in front of the display, a face mask pulled up to cover his mouth and nose in the chill of Kyoto winter, a beanie covering his hair and making him less recognisable as he stands in front of the display, staring at the life size cut out of Seijuurou by the shelf, amazed by the sheer hatred he's capable of, resigned to the steady burn that's he's long since identified as love.

He doesn't reach for the neat row of albums, not even to knock them aside the way that he wants. He keeps his hands in his pockets and turns away, walking home.

There's a copy sitting on his doorstep. For a moment, Chihiro considers cracking it with the heel of his boot, smashing it until it's nothing more than shards of plastic. It's not like Seijuurou's given his heart any more care than that, anyway.

Shutting his eyes, Chihiro takes a deep breath and bends to pick the album up.

It takes up residence on his coffee table and he spends the next week pretending that he doesn't see it there. He refuses to talk about the album, or about Seijuurou, to anyone who asks, whether they're from the press, or from their old band. His scratch pad at work is full of lyrics that have nowhere to go: he carries your needle pricks in his skin, didn't realise you were bleeding him dry. Songs with no music to go with them, nothing more than a beat that he can tap out with his pencil as he thinks, retreating into work when he can't take solace in music any more.

He should have known better than to think that this sort of thing would last. Let Seijuurou take on the world by himself. Let him bring it to its knees before him. Maybe before, Chihiro would have been the first to kneel. Now, he'll refuse just out of principle.

Have you heard the album? the other members of the band text him, and he only looks at their messages for long enough to delete them. He doesn't need the contact, he doesn't need the commiseration and most of all, he doesn't need their attempts at facilitating some sort of reconciliation. Seijuurou already made his position crystal clear when he left the band. Chihiro likes to think that he's made his position just as clear in return.

If it's attention Seijuurou wants, if it's popularity, if those are the only things that truly matter to him, then he's clearly not having any trouble getting that on his own. If he doesn't need Chihiro for the sleepless nights, the downward spirals, the crashes between the hard work and demanding tour schedules, then fine. Chihiro isn't about to start chasing him.

FILL: Team Kirishima Natsuya/Yamazaki Sousuke, G

[clearlykero]

Ship:Mibuchi Reo/Nebuya Eikichi (original fill is Akashi/Midorima focus)
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: trans girl Mibuchi, Midorima's magic fingers
Original Work: link by kiyala
Word Count: none

pianist midorima for great justice. incidentally here is a colourless version

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FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, E

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual Content, Underage
Other Tags: None
Original Work: link by wino
Word Count: 965

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here

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, M

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Kagami Taiga
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Sexual Content
Other Tags: camboy/porn star Himuro
Original Work: link by wino
Word Count: 624

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here

FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[wino]

Ship: murasakibara/himuro
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: implied sexual content
Other Tags: angst
Original Work: link by kiyala
Word Count: 548

***

The thing is, he never made plans to stay.

He never has. Chalk it up to a childhood of constant moving, of parting with short-lived friends while promising to call or write and never doing so, of never remaining anywhere long enough to call it home. He'd never begrudged his parents for it, knowing they're giving him the best life they could; in exchange for how good he's got it, being uprooted on a steady basis really isn't so bad. But he has to admit, it's fostered a sense of impermanence in him that he can't shake off, no matter how much he tried.

And he has tried. He'd embraced Taiga as his own, until Taiga upped and left him the way Tatsuya had done to so many others before then. The way he would soon do to Shuu, only a few years after that. It's no one's fault but fate and circumstance, how life seemed to be shuffling them around like a deck of cards, but it's hard not to feel bitter over the hand he'd been dealt.

His family moves to Japan again, and he resolves it within himself: from then on, he'll always be the first to leave.

Atsushi never factored into it, any of it. Tatsuya had never meant to let Atsushi tail after him—Atsushi would never admit it in those terms, but there's few other words for it—until they became inseparable, one never see without the other. He never meant for the lingering touches to turn into kisses, for the kisses to turn into other things; never meant for the warmth he felt in his chest at the sight of Atsushi to turn into this burning fire, similar to what consumes them when they're on court.

It's not good for him. And it's not good for Atsushi either, to be so close to someone who's already made up his mind about leaving him behind.

There were plenty of chances for Tatsuya to have said it sooner. Like the day he relinquished his spot as captain, his Yosen jersey taken off for the last time. Or the the day acceptance letters came from Tokyo universities—whose distance from Akita can be measured by a couple hours and several thousand yen by train—quickly tucked under the books on his desk when Atsushi came around to his dorm room. Or even the night before graduation, just so he wouldn't have caught Atsushi off-guard.

Atsushi doesn't get angry, doesn't cry, doesn't make a scene. All he does is nod in response to Tatsuya's horribly gentle, "you understand why we have to do this, don't you?" and if he hadn't just ended what they had moments earlier, it would've been Tatsuya's job to make certain he's okay.

It's not anymore. He reaches for Atsushi's hand out of habit, catching himself too late; he pats Atsushi's arm instead, the gesture so empty and inadequate that he immediately draws his hand back.

"You'll be fine. Give everyone hell next year, won't you? Make us proud." Us, he emphasizes. Not me.

"Don't tell me what to do," says Atsushi, softly, and Tatsuya smiles an apology in place of kissing him goodbye. When he walks away, he doesn't look back.

He never made plans to stay.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Iwaizumi Hajime
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke, Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: supernatural elements, Himuro is a sword spirit, FHQ au
Original Work: link by wino
Word Count: 449

***

There's something beautiful about the way the light of the fire dances across Iwaizumi's face. Himuro would say that it makes him look handsome, but the truth of the matter is that Iwaizumi looks handsome all of the time, whether he's in the middle of battle, or yelling at someone, or fast asleep. It's one of the things Himuro appreciates about travelling with him; he gets to take in Iwaizumi's features in the quiet moments like these, when Iwaizumi is exhausted and still insisting on halving the portions of his meals so that he can share them with Himuro, who doesn't need them.

Himuro's starting to realise that it's not about nourishing him. Iwaizumi is incredibly aware that Himuro gets no benefit from it, and that leaves only one conclusion: it's for Iwaizumi's sake instead. He misses having someone to sit and share his meals with, and it makes more sense when Himuro learns exactly who Iwaizumi is aiming to defeat. It's a longing that Himuro can understand, even if he thinks that he might be on the other side of it. The more he learns about Oikawa, reading between the lines of Iwaizumi's stories, the more he realises that they have similar personalities.

Perhaps, if Himuro found himself in Oikawa's situation, he would do the same thing, hurting those who mean the most to him in exchange for seeking power. He thinks of Kagami and sighs softly. Perhaps he's already done the same thing.

If he's here to fill the gap in Iwaizumi's life that Oikawa left, then perhaps it's not such a bad thing that they're similar people. Perhaps it doesn't make Himuro a bad person, but makes him useful, in his own way. If accepting Iwaizumi's meals makes him happy, if it makes him relax back beside their campfire with the trace of a smile along his lips, then Himuro will stop protesting. If sitting so close beside him that their arms are pressed together, that their hands are reaching for each other and their breaths are mingling in the anticipation of a kiss, then Himuro will do this too.

It's not Iwaizumi's handsome features, or his bravery, or his determination, that make him beautiful in the firelight like this; it's the way it softens his edges. He lets his walls drop, the same way he removes his armour. He lets Himuro see how tired he is underneath it all, and how he'll keep pushing through regardless. He's amazing, Himuro thinks, but keeps it to himself, knowing that Iwaizumi won't accept the compliment, that it will only make him flustered.

Himuro presses another kiss to Iwaizumi's mouth instead and that, at least, Iwaizumi accepts more easily.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T

[kiyala]

Ship: Akashi Seijuurou/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Titanic AU
Original Work: link by wino
Word Count: 458

***

This is not the first time that Seijuurou has the been the subject of an artwork; his father has commissioned several portraits of him in the past and he's learned to sit perfectly still, to stare into the middle distance, removing himself from the moment entirely so that his features can be captured on paper, on canvas, or whichever medium his father has decided on at the time, based on whatever's in vogue.

None of it makes him feel the way he does when it's Tatsuya sitting there in a chair opposite him, gaze intent, his piece of charcoal moving over the page as if his hand knows what it's doing without once having to consult his mind.

Seijuurou doesn't look into the middle distance this time; he meets Tatsuya's eyes steadily, and he's used to being the one who overwhelms people in these small battles of will. Then again, he knows that he's never met someone quite as wilful as Tatsuya, quite as proud, who might seem like they're on the verge of losing, but will only push harder for it. Tatsuya is the kind of man who is incredibly familiar with the fact that he's living life on the back foot. A little intimidation isn't going to scare him. When Seijuurou kicks it up a notch, just to see what Tatsuya will do, he isn't even surprised to see the way Tatsuya's gaze darkens, suddenly feeling even heavier than it did before, probing, like he wants to get into Seijuurou's mind, to learn him inside and out.

It makes Seijuurou wonder if Tatsuya would be as amenable to getting into his bed, but he'd like to think that's a foregone conclusion, that it has been ever since Tatsuya had asked to draw him and perhaps even before then.

When Tatsuya sets his sketchpad aside and crosses the room, shedding clothes as he goes, Seijuurou is ready for him. Seijuurou might not have the experience that Tatsuya does when it comes to this, but that doesn't matter. None of it matters, not the ring on his finger, or any other person, man, woman or otherwise, that Tatsuya has fucked before him. In this moment, he belongs to Seijuurou and Seijuurou alone. There might be several things that Seijuurou is yet to earn, but this, he knows with certainty: he is absolute, and he's nothing like anyone Tatsuya has been with before.

He'll surpass them all, he thinks to himself as he covers Tatsuya's hand with his, guiding it where he wants it to be. He'll leave a mark in Tatsuya's mind that will be indelible, that will remain long after they've parted.

He tries to ignore the fact that Tatsuya has already done the same to him.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Kagami Taiga
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Suicide (attempted)
Other Tags: treasure planet au, robot gore
Original Work: link by wino
Word Count: 474

au in which himuro didn't die yeah I'm looking at you bent

***

He should be dead.

That's the only thing that runs through Tatsuya's mind as he lies on the rough ground, his head spinning, his heart pounding, his body still in one piece.

He doesn't understand. Not even as he sits up, Taiga sitting beside him with his arms around his knees, hugging them to his chest. Taiga won't look at him, won't even acknowledge that he's there, that he's sitting up again, that he's alive when he shouldn't be.

There's something around his ankle. A grappling hook, attached to the leg of his pants. The rope and the gun it's attached to are both lying on the ground, beside him. Tatsuya looks at them, then looks at Taiga.

"Did you expect me to believe you?" Taiga asks, still not looking at him. "Again?"

Tatsuya sighs softly, looking down at his chest. The metal plates and wires under his skin are showing, where he'd dug his hand into himself. It's a mess, but he supposes that he would have made a bigger mess, without Taiga there to stop him.

Looking at Tatsuya's chest, Taiga makes a soft, pained noise and looks away. He doesn't say anything more, but Tatsuya knows that he understands the situation, that if he'd deployed the grappling gun any later, there wouldn't be anything left of Tatsuya to drag through the portal.

"Where are we?" Tatsuya deflects, because he's good at that. He looks around, and supposes that it must be a moon somewhere on the outskirts of a colony. The ground beneath them is hard, the air of passable quality, but only just. It's not the paradise that Tatsuya wanted for Taiga, but he guesses that now that he's still in the equation, it's much better than he deserves.

Taiga is much better than he deserves.

"Taiga. I'm—"

"I can't believe you were going to do that," Taiga cuts in, screwing his eyes shut and turning his face up to the sky. "I can't believe you thought that it would help me. Was that going to be your apology? An explosion? Leaving me all alone?"

Tatsuya flinches. "I…"

"You can't apologise to me by breaking my heart again," Taiga tells him. "That's not how it works."

"But now you're stuck with me," Tatsuya says quietly. He gestures at the hole in his chest, the frayed wires that might not be broken enough to set off a bomb, but will need attention from someone who knows what they're doing, so that they don't end up setting it off by accident. That's the last thing Tatsuya wants, and he'd keep his distance from Taiga until he's found someone to do the repairs, but he has a feeling Taiga will be even unhappier with him just for the suggestion.

"I'm with you," Taiga corrects, soft and sad. "That's all I ever wanted, Tatsu."

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Murasakibara Atsushi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Character death (minor)
Other Tags: FMA AU
Original Work: link by wino
Word Count: 471

***

Lust likes to think of this as a game, but the word doesn't mean the same thing to him as it does to others. Games are meant to be fun; Lust has fun. Games are meant to be thrilling; Lust is thrilled.

Perhaps all games are not meant to raise the stakes so high that he puts himself in danger just by playing, but Lust has a certain fondness for this particular subset. He likes playing games with humans, and he likes it even better when he's not playing alone.

"That one," Gluttony murmurs, nodding in the direction of a man in a crowd. Lust follows his gaze slowly, licking his lips as he sees the one Gluttony is talking about. He looks like he has a good amount of meat on him; he's muscled, his clothes doing very little to hide this fact. He looks strong, like he'd take Lust out with a single punch for a misstep.

There's a deep hunger in Gluttony's voice that makes Lust shiver, as if he can connect to it with every fibre of his being. Lust and Gluttony aren't too dissimilar, after all. It's all about wanting, and Lust doesn't think he's wanted anything quite in this way, as he threads his fingers through Gluttony's hair and pulls him down, their lips almost close enough to touch, before letting go with a smile and going after his prey.

The man is easy enough to charm, but they always are. Lust smiles at him, coy, after contriving an excuse to bump into him. He steadies himself with his palms flat against the man's chest, taking a moment to feel his pectorals before pulling back with a weak apology. It does the trick; the man is taken with him, happy to follow wherever Lust will lead him.

Gluttony is waiting for them in the nearest alleyway, and the man doesn't even notice at first, preoccupied by the way Lust slips his fingers through his belt loop to pull him along. He doesn't even see the attack coming, and Lust would feel sorry for him, if not for the fact that Gluttony is tearing into him like this is a specific hunger that can be sated only by the meat in front of him. Lust watches on, immeasurably fond, and thinks that perhaps he understands.

"You always look at me like that," Gluttony mumbles, once he's finished his meal.

"Like what?" Lust asks, raising both eyebrows.

Gluttony pauses, and Lust almost expects him to say, like what we both want isn't so different, in the end, but they're homunculi with purpose; to overlap is to become obsolete. Lust won't have that. Not for either of them.

"Come on," he says, before Gluttony can answer him. "I'm sure we can find you some more food."

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: Character death (past, in the background)
Other Tags: pacific rim au, mention of grieving dead relatives
Original Work: link by wino
Word Count: 435

***

Tatsuya has always heard about what it's like for co-pilots once they've drifted together, but hearing about it and experiencing it are two entirely different things.

He's wary at first, trying to find his place in Shuuzou's grief, in his life, too many things lost, too many things gained, all in a space of a short time. The drift makes that easier, opening them both up to each other in ways that they would have struggled to find the words for. Tatsuya learns to recognise when Shuuzou just wants the peace to think about his father, or when he's thinking too hard and needs a distraction. He learns to read Shuuzou like an old, familiar copy of a favourite book, and in turn, his presence becomes just as comforting.

They bunk together, at Shuuzou's request. He doesn't yet think he's ready to face a world where he's entirely alone, and if Tatsuya can help simply with his sleep breathing from the bottom bunk, he's happy to do that.

He's happier still when Shuuzou climbs down and snuggles against his side.

"We did well today," Shuuzou mumbles against Tatsuya's shoulder, as they wrap their arms around each other, making space for each other with their bodies just as easily as they do with their minds.

Tatsuya hums in agreement, resting his chin on top of Shuuzou's head and pulling him in even closer. "We did."

"You're amazing," Shuuzou tells him. "That's not an exaggeration. You're amazing to be able to make the drift feel so seamless for me. All the time I was in the academy, I was preparing myself for piloting with my father. All the mental training I was doing was specifically for opening my mind to him. I don't think I could drift with just anyone."

Nobody can, or at least not very easily, but Tatsuya knows that's not the point. This isn't about Tatsuya's ability, so much as it's about Tatsuya giving Shuuzou exactly what he needs.

"If there was one person in the entire world that I could drift with," Tatsuya murmurs, stroking Shuuzou's cheeks and smiling at him, "I knew that it had to be you. Marshall knew that too, didn't he? The deeper the bond, and all of that."

"It's fine when it's all written down in textbooks and pamphlets for us to memorise," Shuuzou replies, "but actually feeling it is something else entirely, isn't it?"

"Yeah, Shuu." Tatsuya rests their foreheads together, shutting his eyes and feeling for a moment, that they can open their minds to each other without the need for suits. "You're absolutely right."

FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, G

[cherrysalmon]

Ship: Murasakibara Atsushi/Himuro Tatsuya
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: cosplay, selfies, wtf is visual kei makeup, wtf is this wig, im sorry mukkun only appears in one frame idk how to put him in dfhdsk
Original Work: link by kiyala
Word Count: none

screams and lies on the ground

***

...i feel rly self-conscious so, click through for the regular sized images/whole gallery dfksdh

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Pacific Rim AU
Original Work: link by wino
Word Count: 475

***

Shuuzou hates this part of being a ranger, the part that elevates him to the status of a celebrity just because he's one of the few people in the world who can suit up in a giant robot to keep their world safe.

He can see why people would want to celebrate it, sure, but truth be told, he'd rather be left out of it. It would be preferable to the way that he feels left out of it, like he's missing something, standing in the middle of a party in between drinks, in between Tatsuya grabbing him by the arm and pulling him into photos. He's never felt so desynchronised from Tatsuya ever since the first time they were assigned to each other to test their drift compatibility and passed almost immediately after stepping out onto the floor across from each other.

That's the part he hates the most; Tatsuya's lapping up the attention, making easy small talk like this is what he was made for, and Shuuzou is the awkward one skulking in the background. They don't feel evenly matched here, Shuuzou doesn't feel like he's the partner that Tatsuya deserves, when he would probably be having more fun with someone brighter, louder, who liked the attention as much as he does.

It's a thought that has him reaching for the nearest glass of champagne, and he'd think that after fighting several alien monsters that come from the middle of the ocean, he'd learn that he can't drown his sorrows, but fuck if it doesn't stop him from trying anyway.

He wanders away from the party, seeking the quiet, and ends up walking towards their jaeger. It's a comforting presence, a home for all of their shared memories, and he loves this machine more than he thought he could ever love something that wasn't sentient. He takes a seat by its foot, leaning back against the cool metal, shutting his eyes and exhaling slowly as he tries to relax.

There's no such thing as deserving better, when it comes to co-pilots. He tries to remind himself of that. There's only those who you're drift compatible with, and those you aren't. It might not be the only deciding factor when it comes to choosing partners, but Shuuzou likes to think that he's won out in that regard; his co-pilot is something he admires, someone he trusts with his life, with his mind, with his entire being, translated into his consciousness and transmitted directly into Tatsuya's mind. Shuuzou might be awkward and reserved, but Tatsuya approaches life with a fake it 'til you make it attitude that covers up his fear that he'll never be good enough, for anyone, or anything.

He tightens his grip around the glass he's holding and shuts his eyes, feeling himself relax.

They're not so different, after all.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[kiyala]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Pacific Rim AU
Original Work: link by wino
Word Count: 425

***

The first time they kiss feels like a revelation.

They don't need the drift for this, Shuuzou thinks to himself. They don't even need words. There are other ways to communicate, and it's a thought that makes his heart feel light and warm.

He doesn't need to worry about what Tatsuya's thinking any more, doesn't need to try winding his way through the labyrinthine complexities of Tatsuya's mind in the drift, when he can lay things out in a much simpler way. Shuuzou isn't always good with his words, but he can hold Tatsuya's face between his hands and kiss him, and sometimes, that feels like it's enough.

It doesn't always have to be kissing. Sometimes, it's enough to reach for Tatsuya's hand and feel him squeeze Shuuzou's hand in return. Sometimes, it's just a hand resting on Shuuzou's back for a brief moment as Tatsuya walks by, or the way Shuuzou will rest his chin on Tatsuya's shoulder and read his copy of a report instead of looking at his own.

It's the little things, Shuuzou tells himself, that make them work with each other as well as they do. Tatsuya doesn't feel like a mystery any more, their relationship, their partnership, none of it feels like it's something Shuuzou is going along with, simply hoping that it will work out for them. He can see the path that they're on, now. He can see where they started, in the kwoon room and then years before that, when they first met on quieter, safer streets back before the kaiju were ever a threat. He can see himself with Tatsuya, in the cockpit of their jaeger, and outside of it too.

He breathes, in and out, and beside him, Tatsuya leans into his side with an inquisitive hum.

It's the kissing that still feels the best, though. Shuuzou answers with a smile, closing the distance between their lips, lifting his hand up to cup Tatsuya's cheek.

"Shuu," Tatsuya murmurs, sounding surprised and pleased, the way he always does whenever Shuuzou initiates their kisses, no matter how many times it's been.

Shuuzou kisses him harder, turning in his seat so that he can pull Tatsuya closer, hands stroking across his back.

With a quiet laugh, Tatsuya breaks their kiss and stands up.

"We're in your room, Shuu. No need to hold back."

When Shuuzou kisses him again, it's deeper, more demanding, and Tatsuya opens up for it gladly, arms wrapped around his shoulders, lips curved into a smile as if he, too, prefers communicating like this.