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.

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SCORING

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

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 DAIYA NO ACE, T

[transmiyuki]

Ship: Kataoka Tesshin & Miyuki Kazuya
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: trans masc miyuki, smoking, future AU, Lets Get Into Gender Politics
Original Work: link by chromatic_coma
Word Count: 529 words

seidou coach miyuki is best future miyuki
remix permission here

***

It’s late when the door to the lounge creaks open. Miyuki takes a deep drag of his cigarette, fighting the residual urge to put it out.

“Uh oh,” he murmurs, a smile pulling at his lips, “am I in trouble?”

“I don’t know, are you?” Kataoka shuts the door and comes to sit on the opposite end of the sofa. There’s the flick of a lighter, and then the scent of Djarum Blacks in the air.

“Eugh, clove?”

“Allow an old man his small pleasures, Miyuki-kantoku.”

“You’re not old,” Miyuki says, tipping his head back against the sofa and exhaling. “You’re forty-six.”

Kataoka grunts. “Don’t remind me.”

It’s just the stub held between Miyuki’s fingers now, and he crushes it into the ashtray wordlessly.

“Have you looked over the hopefuls for this spring?” Kataoka poses the question carefully, accompanies it with offering Miyuki his lighter.

Miyuki accepts, but true to form, not in the way he’s meant to. He positions another cigarette between his lips and leans over.

Kataoka holds it steadier, the backs of his fingers barely brushing Miyuki’s lips, and ignites it.

“Thanks,” Miyuki blows smoke between them, smiling. “And yeah, a bit. I have some I’ll be keeping my eye on.”

“Care to tell me which ones?”

“The kid from Hiroshima, the one who’s kind of an everyman. He plays shortstop and first base the most, though, so I think we should focus him there.” Miyuki shuts his eyes, fighting sudden exhaustion. “There’s also the southpaw I picked out from Nara. She’s got a tight form we could use.”

Kataoka makes another neutral sound. “I’ll keep them in mind.”

Miyuki glances across the sofa, eyes tracing over Kataoka’s stony face. “I do still want to go scouting next month. I think we need to, if we want to win.” The cigarette is only half finished, but he puts it out. “The principal and the director aren’t happy with me. About recruiting a girl.”

That gets him a look. “They weren’t happy with me for allowing you to play. I just had to dig my heels in. And you were worth the effort.”

Miyuki smirks and tucks his legs up onto the sofa, plucking at the strap of his compression bra idly. “I’m not planning on giving in about it. I think she’s got the potential to be the ace one day.”

“Then we’ll make sure she gets her shot.” Kataoka claps him on the ankle. “Come on, it’s getting too late to be talking about work. I’ll drive you home.”

They’re stopped at an intersection when Miyuki turns away from the window. “So can I go scouting again?”

The light turns, and Kataoka’s silent for a long time.

“It’s a budget question, at this point.” He pulls up to the sidewalk near Miyuki’s apartment complex. The light from the streetlamps reflects off his glasses, obscures his eyes from Miyuki’s view. “I’ll speak with the director. You’ll go.”

“Thank you,” Miyuki replies, brushing Kataoka’s hand on the steering wheel with his fingertips before getting out of the car. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

As he’s unlocking his apartment, Miyuki realizes he’s left his pack of cigarettes behind.

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/SUGIMOTO TERUFUMI, G

[lysithea]

Ship: Teshima Junta & Tadokoro Jin & Aoyagi Hajime
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: prelude to urban exploration
Original Work: link by gurosan
Word Count: 401 words

remix permission given here!

***

Junta grips the brakes tightly as he rolls to a stop. He dismounts and turns to look behind him to where Tadokoro and Aoyagi are still turning their pedals, Aoyagi murmuring something quietly to the other. Tadokoro laughs, loud and boisterous, and Junta smiles to himself, rolling his bike over to a lone NO PARKING sign as he takes his bike lock out of his backpack.

He hears the others dismount and move to chain their bikes to the sign, and he stands up, surveying their surroundings:

The outskirts of town.

The no parking sign was probably completely unnecessary, as there isn't a living soul to be found as far as the eye can see. A couple abandoned houses are there, boarded up and covered in cobwebs, right next to the warehouse which Junta's set his eye on.

He jumps as he feels a heavy weight smack onto his shoulder. Tadokoro pats his hand against him again. "How you holding up, kid? Ride not too far?"

Junta smirks. "It's nothing compared to the hell you've put us through in training, Tadokoro-san." His smirk falls for a second. They're here because they didn't win, after all. The bandages still wrapped around his thighs are a reminder of that.

Tadokoro clears his throat and roughly pats Junta on the head, ruffling his helmet hair. "Well, it's worth it, isn't it? You did say that you'd always wanted to see what's out here."

Junta nods and takes his backpack off, rustling through its contents. He pulls out a flashlight and shines it under his chin, waggling his eyebrows at Aoyagi. Aoyagi pauses in putting up his hair to smile indulgently at him, shaking his head. Junta clicks the flashlight off and looks between the other boys.

"Are you guys ready to go in?"

Aoyagi nods, expression serious.

Tadokoro thumps his chest. "I'm always ready to charge into danger!"

"And into bankruptcy?" Junta asks. "Don't forget that you still owe us ice cream after this."

Tadokoro grumbles as he follows Junta towards the empty warehouse, picking his way over crumbled concrete. Aoyagi shuffles after them, looking through his camera memory, almost tripping over a particularly large rock.

Tadokoro catches him around the wrist. "Whoa, there, buddy."

Aoyagi nods his head in silent thanks and the three of them walk to the dilapidated entrance of the warehouse.

Junta breathes in. Then out. "Well, here goes nothing."

FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

[lemon]

Ship: sekizan takuya/hachiouji mutsumi
Fandom: all out
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: hachi's floating arm
Original Work: original fill by babster

i've had this image in my head since i read this and needed to get it out and aaaaaaaaaa the fill is so good pls go read it

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FILL: Team Kirishima Natsuya/Yamazaki Sousuke, G

[clearlykero]

Ship: Kogure/Mitsui
Fandom: Slam Dunk
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: smoking
Original Work: link by prillalar
Word Count: none

long live kogure smoking

***

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, M

[fickle]

Ship: Oikawa/Kageyama
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: Sexual content
Other Tags: bondage
Original Work: here by candy_harlot
Word Count: none

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Click here to see NSFW of Kageyama tied to a chair and Oikawa smirking because, idk I felt that was a good thing to start with?

FILL: TEAM Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, T

[hyalinee]

Ship: Akaashi Keiji/Ennoshita Chikara
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted, it's a transistor au but SHRUGS
Original Work: link by nautilics
Word Count: 422

JAZZHANDS hi mandy

***

“You need to stop stirring things up,” he says, hands careful as he traces the slope of Akaashi’s brow. “I can’t protect you from everything.”

“I can’t control how people choose to react to my music.” Akaashi points out, leaning into the touch.

“I know.” he sighs, gentle as he tucks a stray lock of hair behind Akaashi’s ear. “But you should be careful.”

--

It’s quiet after, and that’s how he finds Ennoshita. Akaashi’s lost near everything at this point. His voice, Ennoshita, the city he used to love. But he walks with his back straight and chin held high, steady and unflinching even as the city morphs around him. The Transistor is solid in his hands, a fragment of recovery in the wake of all these losses. It glows softly and speaks to him with Ennoshita’s voice, like a memory, a waking dream.

They fight their way through the city, and uncover secrets upon secrets. Ennoshita tells him to leave, like everyone else has. Akaashi is a lot of things now, voiceless and lost and uncertain, but he is also certain leaving is not a solution. And maybe the rest of them have given up, but Akaashi has born and breathed this city into his veins, into his blood. He’s not giving it up so easily.

He’s given up enough already.

--

“I think Oikawa might be a little in love with you.” He sounds wry and amused, looking at Akaashi through the mirror. Akaashi continues wiping the makeup off his face, until it feels less like a mask and more like his own face.

“Does it matter really?” His eyes dart upwards, watching Ennoshita come to stand behind him, a steady presence.

“No, not unless he gives us trouble.” Akashi smiles and leans up for a kiss.

--

It shouldn’t be so surprising to find out all these things, Akaashi thinks. But it is. It is a city built upon secrets and lies, dictated by the whims of the people. Some of them have been corrupted beyond recognition, some undone by their own ambitions for the city, some victim to those ambitions, and it makes Akaashi’s heart ache for them. He only gets a measure of honesty from Futakuchi, and a lot of regret. Then he too, is gone. The Transistor is heavy in his hands as he lifts it up again, glowing in the dark. He doesn’t know where Michimiya is, only that she’s somewhere and she’s waiting.

There is only one way out of here, and Akaashi will take it.

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

[fickle]

Ship: Nshinoya & Tanaka
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: crossdressing I guess? They’re just chibis
Original Work: here by
Word Count: none

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FILL: Team Kirishima Natsuya/Yamazaki Sousuke, G

[clearlykero]

Ship: Kogure/Mitsui
Fandom: Slam Dunk
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: smoking
Original Work: link by marks
Word Count: none

long live kogure smoking part 2 xoxo

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FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, M

[fickle]

Ship: Aomine/Akashi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: sexual consent, noncon
Other Tags: choking, dubcon, power imbalance, i can’t draw anywhere near as well as you can, but I had a strong need to draw the scene where Aomine chokes out Akashi, or tries to, so here you go
Original Work: here by moetushie
Word Count: none

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Click here to see NSFW Aomine/Akashi also known as I really should stick to writing and I’m sorry.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T

[dynamite]

Ship: oikawa tooru / kageyama tobio
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: implied violence/gore (cannibalism)
Other Tags: supernatural elements, digital devil saga au
Original Work: link by aicqt
Word Count: none

you're probably better off recruiting kageyama tbh

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FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/SUGIMOTO TERUFUMI, E

[lysithea]

Ship: Miyuki Kazuya/Okumura Koushuu
Fandom: Ace of Diamond
Major Tags: sexual content
Other Tags: trans characters in sexual situations (trans boys miyuki and koushuu)
Original Work: link by transmiyuki
Word Count: 432 words

UHHHHH i've never written trans characters in sexual situations before so i hope that i didn't fuck it up this is supposed to be more on the humorous side than the swexy side

***

could a turbo-virgin do this

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/SUGIMOTO TERUFUMI, G

[lysithea]

Ship: Ushijima Wakatoshi/Oikawa Tooru
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: partial nudity/suggestiveness
Original Work: link by fickle
Word Count: none

dives headfirst into br0. tried making a more ~artsy~ version of this graphic as opposed to the original tabloidesque style!

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FILL: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou, G

[cherrysalmon]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya & Kagami Taiga
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: otgw au, frogs, creepy atmosphere?
Original Work: link by hyalinee
Word Count: 553

hello it is i with frog midorima pov

***

Shintarou stares out balefully into the distance from atop the boy’s head, the coolness of the teapot sticky against his skin. He has no recollection how he got here—one moment he’d been perfectly content with sleeping in his usual spot, and the second he’s been picked up by two human kids who look, for all intents and purposes, completely lost.

(Shintarou would say he knows his way around well, but he’s just as lost as either of them in what looks like a huge, sprawling forest.)

In any case, they’re walking a little too fast for him to consider hopping off midway, and so he clings on, listening to them talk.

“…would have a name, they’re just frogs.”

“But things should have names,” the kid beneath him is saying with conviction, his flyaway red hair sticking out everywhere from underneath his makeshift hat. “What if I lose him?”

“You won’t lose him, Taiga,” the other boy says, tugging at his arm gently. “Come on, we need to find a way out of here before it gets dark.”

The air here is silent and mystifyingly so, considering the sort of noises a normal forest would be full of: birdsong, the chirping of insects, squirrels scurrying through the undergrowth and deer in the clearings, all of it is absent as they continue on deeper into the trees. Shintarou could sense the unease in the atmosphere, especially from Taiga, who never stays far from his—brother’s? Shintarou thinks, but he can’t be sure—side.

The younger boy seems to have a healthy dislike of the dark, and Shintarou can’t blame him, really. Except now he’s also dragged into this mess, and hopping off into the doom now seems less inviting than it had been previously.

“Excuse me,” he begins, but it comes out as a loud croak. Taiga jumps, forcing Shintarou to cling on for dear life. “Uh—“

“Taiga, it’s just your frog.”

“Can you be quiet?” Taiga says, poking at one of the frog’s stubby little limbs. Shintarou croaks indignantly, pushing away his hand. “Hey, frog!”

The older boy, whose curtain of hair masks almost the entire the left side of his face, turns towards them patiently. “Maybe he does need a name.“

“I told you, Tatsuya,” Taiga grumbles, then exhales as Tatsuya reaches out and pats him on the shoulder. “Let’s call him Carrot.”

“I resent that,” Shintarou says immediately, but of course it does not get through to either of the boys. Just his luck that he would get picked up by two bumpkins who could not understand him.

“You sure you don’t want to go with something a little more suitable?”

“I like Carrot,” Taiga replies, looking up at Tatsuya. “The name. I like Carrot the frog too, even if he’s noisy.”

“You’re noisy,” Shintarou mutters, edging away from Taiga’s hand, but Tatsuya grins in approval.

“I suppose Carrot will have to deal with his new name, then.”

The frog could only sigh and resign himself to his new fate as they trudge off through the undergrowth again, conversing quietly, or not at all. Perhaps they will find a way out of this forsaken place soon, and though Shintarou has little reason to trust their navigational skills, he also would rather noisy children as companions than the oppressive silence of the Unknown.

FILL: Team Kirishima Natsuya/Yamazaki Sousuke, E

[clearlykero]

Ship: Oikawa/Iwaizumi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: sexual content, body horror (original fill)
Other Tags: breast expansion
Original Work: link by aicqt
Word Count: none

love me some tiddies

***



click through for nsfw

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/SUGIMOTO TERUFUMI, G

[lysithea]

Ship: Imaizumi Shunsuke/Sugimoto Terufumi
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: lapslock, second person, mild angst, weird artsy linebreaks
Original Work: link by kuramochi
Word Count: 458 words


***

there is a space between you
that you cannot breach.

you know that this is true. you know that no matter how much experience you may have, no matter how much experience you may obtain, that he will always be better than you. it's a fact of life, as sure as the fact that your name is sugimoto terufumi,

he's a prodigy,
a genius

and you're
just
you

there is a space between you
that you can never reach

you bow your head to him, low to the ground, and beg for his assistance. you know that there's more than a chance that he'll say no, that he'll brush you off like so many others (like the rest of the team), turn around and give his attentions to those less experienced. to those more worthy than you.

your eyes widen with surprise, when he nods and tells you to get on the rollers. you ride them, dutifully, head facing down, sweat dripping from your forehead as you pedal, pedal, pedal faster, faster, faster yet

never
reaching
him

there is a space between you
that he cannot teach

he presses his hand against you, large and warm, spreading the tips of his fingers across the small of your back. he presses you forward, mumbling into your ear as you lean into the stretch. his voice is low and soothing, like a balm washing over your mind, even though his words are harsh, and his tone harsher.

it shouldn't comfort you, hearing him list all of your shortcomings, your short fallings, but. it's much much better than when nobody said anything at all.

you smile and nod. he scowls and presses your head closer to the ground, chastising you, telling you to stretch properly, to make up for your lousy form. you welcome his touch, as he draws his hand back from your head, fingers dancing lightly against the hairs at the base of your neck.

he tells you, in no uncertain terms, what you must do. you inhale, and think, that you would follow him anywhere, to the ends of the earth. to the finish line at the interhigh.

there is a space between you
despite your speech

you brag and brag, but your smile fails to reach your eyes, as you think of races lost, of places lost. you smile at your friends (if you can call them that) that you failed to meet. you smile at the first years that you failed to beat.

but you smile.

you smile, as you reach your hand, across that space
and he reaches back.

it's okay,
you think,
as he laces his fingers between yours

there is a space between you
that you cannot breach
alone

but he is there

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

[fickle]

Ship: Haizaki & Akashi
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: death, violence
Other Tags: it’s chibis, the original fill is hilarious, please read it
Original Work: here by moetushie
Word Count: none

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FILL: TEAM Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, T

[hyalinee]

Ship: Kirishima Natsuya/Yamazaki Sousuke
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: hydrophobia
Original Work: link by fickle
Word Count: 423

VAGUE HAND GESTURES, expands your fill into a summer in general (repost bc tags whoops sorry)

***

Summer is coming to an end, even as the days grow ever hotter and the temperatures soar. The city is muggy and suffocating, and Natsuya’s hand is constantly reaching for Sousuke’s, damp with sweat, with pool water, with the memories of a summer Natsuya doesn’t want to let go of. He thinks there is something special about this summer, the way summer is always special.

This is their summer: late night watching fireflies dance over grass, wandering the streets of Tokyo and getting lost together, the taste of sudden summer rains and dripping fringes, the soft look in Sousuke’s eyes just before he leans in to kiss Natsuya. Natsuya laughs like he never has before, bubbling out of him unstoppable, uncontrollable, coaxing Sousuke to laugh with him until the sound of it echoes in the alleys around them, crows shrieking high above them as they return to their roosts.

This summer is the echo of Sousuke’s laughter, rare and deep and difficult to coax out, but he laughs for Natsuya, at bad jokes and even worse pick-up lines, amusement across his face. It rings out and settles deep in Natsuya’s chest, like another secret for him to hold onto. It’s hours spent splashing in the pool, the look of Sousuke’s face in brief moments, something like regret and resignation flickering over it, distorted by the water. The smell of chlorine and and drape of a towel over his head, feet dangling in the water and the secrets they can only speak in the water.

It’s easiest to be honest there, when they can’t hear clearly, can’t see clearly. He kisses Sousuke afterwards with something like desperation, slow and burning under his skin, a bone-deep ache that seeps through him.

--

They trek their way up to the shrine, for a prayer, for a wish. He doesn’t ask Sousuke what he prays for, but Natsuya wonders if it’s the same thing he had asked for. Sousuke takes his hand as they start walking back, stops when Natsuya tugs at his hand and points at the horizon, sun setting over the city. There’s something painfully melancholic about this, cicadas shrieking while they pause on their way down from the shrine. It makes him think of the things they’ve left behind them now, the dreams, the secrets, the regrets.

There is tomorrow still, and the day after, but now, he lives and breathes this moment, watching the sun sink below the horizon, Sousuke’s hand loosely clasped in his, dyeing both of them red with its last rays.

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/SUGIMOTO TERUFUMI, G

[lysithea]

Ship: Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya
Fandom: Ace of Diamond
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Original Work: link by greenowl
Word Count: none

quick colorings of these br0 icons for team krmy!

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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 moetushie
Word Count: 450 words

The couple that kills together, stays together.

***

The shovel rested comfortably on Hanamiya’s shoulder. He’d changed while Imayoshi drove, gluing shut the gash in his chest while Imayoshi freely criticized him even after Hanamiya threatened to glue his lips together.

The broad shining spade had edges as sharp as a blade’s; Hanamiya should know, it was what Kagami had hit him with.

Brat.


There was blood speckled on the leaves and grass, showing clearly even in the growing gloom. Imayoshi’s little penlight that he kept attached to his keychain picked out the trail easily.

Neither of them spoke now that they were in the forest proper. They listened instead to the chirping of the birds and the rustling of the leaves, actively searching for any disturbance that might mark Kagami’s presence.

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In the end, he found them, dropping down from a tree with a sharpened stick for a spear.

Against Hanamiya, already wounded, it might have worked.

Against both of them, it was a brave but futile effort.

*

“At least this one didn’t beg,” Imayoshi said as he watched Hanamiya push the shovel into the earth and savagely toss aside a spadeful of dirt. Hanamiya was covered with sweat and pale, his face contorted into a feral grin. Occasionally, he paused to kick Kagami’s corpse.

“No,” Hanamiya agreed with a smirk. “Chasing him was fun. Maybe we should do that more in the future.”

“And increase the chance we’ll get caught? No.” Imayoshi has no illusions about honor between thieves. If Hanamiya gets caught, he’ll turn Imayoshi in as much to make sure he has company on the inside as to get himself a better deal.

“We can put shock collars on them, the kind that are operated by a remote, and tag them with a tracker. Shock them if they get too far away,” Hanamiya suggested.

“No.” Imayoshi shook his head. “That guarantees that if they do escape, they’ll be believed. Maybe if you went after alcoholics or drug addicts instead of taking well-liked athletes--”

Hanamiya bared his teeth at Imayoshi. “What’s the fun in trampling garbage? I want to take down kings.”

“I know,” Imayoshi said, gaze flickering from Hanamiya to the corpse of the well-built young man. “I know. You are the Japanese rebel without a cause.”

“I have a cause, senpai.” Hanamiya kicked the body until it fell into the grave and then started to cover it up again. The neatly detached fingers and teeth were bagged and in Hanamiya’s pocket, leaving the corpse hopefully impossible to identify once the worms did their work. “Figure out for yourself what it is.”

Imayoshi smiled for just a second. It was cute how Hanamiya thought the workings of his mind could actually be a challenge.

FILL: TEAM BOKUTO KOUTAROU/KUROO TETSUROU, T

[ryekamasaki]

Ship: Ushijima Wakatoshi/Oikawa Tooru
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Mentions of alcohol
Original Work: here by wino
Word Count: 414

Thank you again for this fill, I hope this remix does your art justice!

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If there was anything that didn’t surprise Tooru, it was the determination that Ushijima had in making his feelings known at any given time. At first he hadn’t expected the displays of affection, especially in public or in front of their friends, but it quickly became normal, just another thing he knew about his boyfriend. They were almost always touching, walking or standing with their hands linked, or one tucked into a pocket. Sometimes it was laced fingers, or arms wrapped around a waist, but they always cherished each and every touch.

A night out with friends had them standing pressed together, Ushijima’s chest against Tooru’s back, warm and solid. Tooru’s only half paying attention to what’s going on around them, playing around on his phone while they wait for the last couple of people to show up so they can get going to the bar.

“I love you.” Ushijima’s voice is deep and fond in his ear, and Tooru has to try very hard to maintain his front of nonchalance even as someone ‘aww’s in the background.

“I know.” He can practically feel the tiny smile that settles onto Ushijima’s face, and Tooru is glad that sometimes he understands that Tooru can’t say it back the same way.

It’s only a few minutes later that they’re off to the bar, and they clasp their hands together as they walk with the rest of the group scattered around them. The night is warm and filled with happy chatter, and they spend it dancing and drinking and sharing stories about the time since they’ve last seen each other.

For Tooru it’s easy to get lost in the feeling, the warmth and the happiness and the buzz of alcohol, the beat of the music pounding through his veins, in time with his heart. By the time they’re all ready to leave Tooru is loose and clingy, and he insists that Ushijima give him a piggyback ride for the walk home. He knows that Ushijima can handle his weight, and that he enjoys when Tooru wants to get close like that, even if it might be a little embarrassing. Luckily there’s no one around but their friends, and that’s nothing new for Tooru anyway.

The walk home is even warmer, thanks to the drinking and their bodies pressed together so close. Tooru throws his arms around Ushijima’s shoulders and presses his face against his neck. “I loooooooove youuuuuuu.”

Ushijima’s voice rumbles with fond, restrained laughter. “I know.”

FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T

[fickle]

Ship: Sousuke & Natsuya
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: death, suicide
Other Tags: drowning
Original Work: here by clearlykero
Word Count: none

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Full size is here!

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/SUGIMOTO TERUFUMI, G

[lysithea]

Ship: Imaizumi Shunsuke/Sugimoto Terufumi
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: second person, teru's inability to shut up
Original Work: link by chameleonskin
Word Count: 425 words

i had no idea how to end this

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All seventeen years of your life have been leading up to this moment. Well, not this moment. The moment tomorrow morning. But, you suppose, they've also led up to this moment, the prelude to the moment which they ultimately lead up to. Anyway. Tomorrow is the day that you've been chasing since the first day your small hands had gripped handlebars, short legs stretched to reach pedals.

There's one day left until the Inter High.

You inhale and take a long look at yourself in the club room mirror. You're still not quite used to it, after two years of watching others wear it, seeing yourself in Sohoku's cycling uniform. It feels so much different than your usual jersey, almost like you're carrying an extra weight on you, the weight of expectations. And yet, seeing yourself bearing Sohoku yellow and red makes you feel so light you could fly. Tomorrow, this jersey will taste the sweat and tears of the Inter High. You've experienced an awful lot for a cyclist of only seventeen years, but you've yet to escape the sidelines, to push your way through the pack, to feel the wind rushing through your hair as you pedal over the finish line to end all finish lines.

Speaking of pushing. You look over your shoulder to see your, er, boyfriend? You're not quite sure. You're not exactly the most experienced guy when it comes to relationships. You think ruefully of all the obligation chocolates you've ever received on Valentine's Day. But that's besides the point. The point is: you look over at your friend slash coach who may or may not also be your boyfriend.

He zips up his jersey and looks up at you, meeting your gaze. He lets the smallest of smiles flit across his face. You've noticed that, lately. Him smiling, that is. You'd like to think that you've contributed greatly to that. You deserve an award. The world should be thanking you for letting itself be graced by Shunsuke's angelic smiles. Not that you spend most of your time chasing after them, or anything.

But you smile back. You raise a single finger in the air, as is customary for you, and ask:

"Do you want to take a picture together? I mean, to commemorate our last practice with the club?"

It's only right for you to do so, as the captain and vice captain.

Shunsuke nods and comes closer, placing his hand on the small of your back.

Like you will tomorrow, as you push him over the finish.

FILL: Team Kirishima Natsuya/Yamazaki Sousuke, E

[clearlykero]

Ship: Miyuki/Furuya
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: Sexual content, body horror (unwilling breast expansion- original fill)
Other Tags: trans character in a sexual situation
Original Work: link by aicqt
Word Count: none

love me some tiddies part 2

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click through for nsfw (ERRTHANG ON DISPLAY)

FILL: Team Teshima Junta/Aoyagi Hajime, G

[gurosan]

Ship: Imaizumi Shunsuke/Naruko Shoukichi
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: sexswap, Imaizumi had a crush on every Sohoku member it's FACT
Original Work: link by dynamite
Word Count: None

I wanted to make this cute but...sleep. The original fill described Imaizumi and Naruko's dynamic really well; I drew up some of the images that came to mind when reading!

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in the locker room
passing the baton