Bonus Round 7: Free For All

[referees]

Let's finish SASO 2017 with a bang. This bonus bonus round allows any kind of prompt imaginable in any format. The sky's the limit!



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

• Submit prompts by commenting to this post with literally any kind of prompt, along with any ship/ot3/etc. from one of our nominated fandoms, with the following caveats:
  • Large image prompts should be thumbnailed and linked to, as explained here.
  • Fanart/fanfiction/fanwork prompts are only allowed if you created the fanwork yourself or if you have explicit permission to use it, and proof of permission must be linked to in your prompt header.
  • Quote prompts can come from almost anything, but please don't quote personal conversations you've had or overheard.
  • Reposting prompts is fine, but be respectful and keep crediting in mind. A prompt belongs to the person who posted it to this round, and who can fill it is determined by whether or not they are on that person's team.
    • If reposting a br2 (tic tac toe) prompt, please post each prompt square as its own individual comment. Posting tic tac toe boards wholesale will crash our br scorer and the bonus doesn't apply for this round, anyway.
  • Your prompt MUST include some kind of relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Akira & Hikaru). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Akira/Hikaru). Please don't say "Any pairing," either!
• Besides that, if you want to prompt something, regardless of format—even formats not previously allowed in SASO—go right ahead. If you're unsure you can ask us for clarification, but tbh just go for the gold.
• Fill prompts by replying to the prompt with a fanwork.
• Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
• Here is a prompt/fill index for your convenience.

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 PROMPTING:	If FILLING:	If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant:
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to. Any way you format it is fine. 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 HTML ALONE or the bonus round scoring program can't parse your comment. Don't forget a comment subject!) <strong>Ship:</strong> (the ship your prompt is focused on. "&" indicates a platonic relationship, "/" is non-platonic. Format the ship name any way you want, but clarity is more likely to get you fills.) <strong>Fandom:</strong> (what fandom the ship is from) <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsanime.dreamwidth.org/1609.html, when applicable; these apply to content *in the prompt itself* and is NOT an implication of what you're looking for in a fill. If your prompt doesn't require tags, write "None" here.) <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>Prompt:</strong>	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. Make sure you use tags. Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing. (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>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. Make sure you use tags. Here is a BR Template Creator for your convenience if the textarea is confusing. (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>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.

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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.

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Comments

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

[serpheat]

THANK YOU FOR THIS BEAUTIFUL FILL, it warms my heart truly that takamido are so perfect and beautiful and have the power to turn shitposts into tender sweetheart stories... ugh i love them and i love this perfect fill, THANK YOU AGAIN <3

FILL: TEAM miyuki kazuya/sawamura eijun, G

[hilaryfun]

Ship: Miyuki Kazuya/Sanada Shunpei
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: None

Sanada and Miyuki both play for the Giants and share a dorm room. They discover they both enjoy cooking and they get along quite well - not to mention they are seriously attracted to each other!

***

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[dynamite]

Ship: imaizumi shunsuke / naruko shoukichi
Fandom: yowapeda
Major tags: none
Other tags: minor injury, language
Word count: 549

the challenges of team sohoku 3.0


***


PIKA PIKA KYUN pierces the air like a beautiful pink call to battle.

The first-years are doing their best. They truly fucking are. Warmth fills the whole of Naruko’s chest at what good kids they are, the ones they got this year; he is so tremendously proud with each and every one of their carefully composed faces because he knows, in his first year, he would have absolutely fucking lost it after the first ten seconds. He would have eaten shit so hard as he laughed, and then subsequently, fallen off the rollers that are set up for practice in the yard outside the club room. The reprimand would have been worth it, maybe.

But Naruko is captain in their third year now and he has a captain’s authority to maintain and-- holy shit, they’re closing in on the fourth loop of the same song and Imaizumi still hasn’t noticed. The first-years are such good kids. Maybe good kids after a hard day of practice deserve the small reward of hearing their normally cool and composed vice-captain Imaizumi Shunsuke ugly screeching as his entire soul leaves his body. It’s a fun look. Naruko knows it well.

Naruko sneaks a peek at Imaizumi beside him. His eyes are on the clipboard in his hand as he jots down notes on each of the first-years’ cycling styles, and his lip is quirked into that thing somewhere between the normally serious line of his mouth and that open softness that comes from the idea of a girl who overcomes evil through the power of friendship. Imaizumi starts to mouth the words for the Love Hime opening theme song right then, and that beautiful pink call to battle rattles cute, cute, cute somewhere at the back of Naruko’s mind.

It’s truly a captain’s duty to save the team. Naruko thinks he can see the first-year on the far end start to show cracks, and falling face first into the dirt off the rollers is no joke, except maybe when the joke is Imaizumi.

“Rabu rabu,” Naruko stage whispers. His voice is rough on the lilt, but gets the melody; he’s heard it enough times during their shared baths when Imaizumi would hum it to himself. “Faito,” Naruko grins with all of his teeth as Imaizumi looks at him; his mouth twists into a frown, and then his eyes go wide and white with realisation.

These are the five stages of Imaizumi Shunsuke’s grief:

- realisation

- the sound of your own ugly screaming

- that special level of hell when you accidentally rip the earbuds out of your ears as you frantically try to pause your music

- Naruko slapping you across the shoulder as he laughs so hard he starts crying

- that first-year finally falling off the rollers



“Don’t worry, he’ll be fine,” Naruko says later after Miki reassures them that the first-year had suffered nothing more than a nasty bruise. They had sent everybody home and taken care of the practice clean-up themselves.

“Why didn’t you say anything,” Imaizumi huffs. His cheeks are still blushed pink in embarrassment.

“Because you looked really happy, hotshot,” Naruko grins as he swings one leg over his bike, and takes off with a challenging whoop flung into the sunset air before Imaizumi can even say a thing in return.

FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, M

[fickle]

Ship: Yukimura/Kirihara
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 478

...Same warnings as always: underage, age gap (of one year!), unhealthy relationships, power imbalance, abuse of authority, implied dubcon/noncon.

***

Like a thief, Kirihara steals into his heart. Yukimura doesn’t know when exactly it happens, what locks Kirihara undid or what defenses he snuck past, but he knows that one morning, he wakes up with dream-soft memories of toxic-green eyes and bone-white hair, of a fanged mouth and a wild smile.

He wakes up with soiled sheets and takes a few seconds to stare at the ceiling instead when he realizes what happened.

Kirihara is his junior, a second year whom Yukimura will leave behind when he graduates. He’s too immature for anything serious now - but this is the only chance that Yukimura will ever have. He can’t count on them being in the same team in high school.

He can’t count on living long enough to see Kirihara grow up and mature. It’s not the age that worries him - between thirteen and fourteen, there is not such a gap - but it’s the emotional immaturity that Kirihara evinces. He is a child in the truest sense, quick to anger and challenge, every emotion and thought written on his face. He has no self-control, no guile.

He is a monster but is also a baby and some part of Yukimura knows that Kirihara is not ready.

But he’s ill and growing iller still. He might not have time to wait for Kirihara.

Should he die regretting the chances untaken? Or should he die regretting the innocence he spoiled?

(If he survives, which will be worse? Kirihara’s eyes on him or knowing that the one justification he could have used is now gone forever?)

*

Kirihara’s lips are soft under his, his skin smooth and healthy. The dryness that has already started to plague Yukimura’s skin doesn’t trouble Kirihara. Kissing him feels like a theft - of his youth, of his innocence, of his health - and Yukimura decides, all of a sudden, that if he will be damned as a thief he might as well take everything.

He strips Kirihara bare, pushes him against the locker and takes another kiss from that uncertain mouth. No fangs, no strange-colored skin, no white hair like bleached bones. Just a boy being kissed by his captain (by a monster).

Just a boy and when Kirihara says in a wavering voice, “Captain?”, Yukimura almost feels guilty enough to stop.

Almost.

He keeps kissing Kirihara, sealing any sound of protest or any question behind Kirihara’s lips, and tells himself it’ll only be once. His strength will start leaving him soon enough. He won’t be able to do this again anyway.

He’ll have this one time as a memory and Kirihara will have further incentive to beat Yukimura - if Yukimura survives.

*

When he’s done, he whispers an apology into Kirihara’s hair and then leaves him on the cold floor.

He doesn’t look at Kirihara’s face. He doesn’t want to know if Kirihara is crying.

FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Yukimura/Kirihara
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 424

Emperor Yukimura AU just because.

***

Kirihara moved carefully, unused to the long silk robes that draped down past his wrists and ankles. They covered him from throat to floor, a brilliant pure white that spoke of how precious he is to the Emperor. For whom else, after all, would the Emperor put his staff to the trouble of having white robes kept clean?

Against the white robes, his skin glowed an unnatural red. Small horns peeked out from the mass of his tangled curls and his eyes were red from edge to edge with tiny irises of green that held no pupils.

He was very visibly a monster and Yukimura was using him to set a table.

What better way to showcase his power? The Emperor could not only summon and control such demons but his power was so vast that he could use them for the most menial of tasks.

Kirihara, the vicious demon who slew on command, was now dressed like a courtesan and setting silver-tipped chopsticks besides porcelain plates.

More than one of the prisoners boggled at the site, their fear of the future and the pain of their wounds temporarily forgotten at the bizarreness of the sight.

“Thank you,” the Emperor said pleasantly when Kirihara was done. He gestured and Kirihara slid onto his lap, settling there like a cat might.

The Emperor fed tidbits to Kirihara off his own plate, succulent delicacies that had no place in wartime let alone a soldier’s camp, and more than one of the prisoners felt their mouths water and their stomachs rumble.

The first to break would be offered mercy, the Emperor had promised, and the rest would die.

To speak was to condemn their comrades to death. To speak was to let Kirihara massacre them, slicing through them with his sharp claws and sharper fangs.

A soft, juicy pink shrimp passed the red lines of Kirihara’s mouth, pushing past lush lips until white fangs caught and crushed it. The Emperor dabbed Kirihara’s mouth with a napkin and the speculation of the soldiers took a sharp turn when the Emperor touched his own mouth to the demon’s in a fond, light kiss.

To use a demon to set a table was a shocking display of careless power but to take a demon to bed…

How much power must the Emperor have if he could force a demon to submit to him in such an intimate way?

Suddenly, everyone was talking, blurting out information in hopes of being the first to break and the only one to be spared.

Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[fickle]

OH. I didn't know it was based off a manga. I just thought of it as classical Greek Mythology, so you can imagine why Kei was a hard fit to Ganymede in my head. XD

PROMPT: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou

[cherrysalmon]

Ship: Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: reprompt from br4 lol

Prompt:

FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Miki/Miyahara
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 458

Warnings for character death and Miki being a little too intense,


***

It was possible, Miki admitted to herself, that she was starting to go a little too far. Above her, the Shinigami Meyahra floated and watched with interest as Miki knelt by the shelf with the student yearbooks.

“I could just give you the Shinigami Eyes,” Meyahra said primly, peering down at the dust-covered books that Miki was wiping down with a wet cloth held in silicone-gloved hands. All the dust being gone from the books might be suspicious but fingerprints would be more suspicious still. Maybe this way they’d just think their cleaning lady was unusually thoroughly.

“Give implies it’s a gift, Meyahra,” Miki said without looking up. “Not that you’ll take half my remaining years for it.”

“You have a lot of years ahead of you, Miki. Losing half of them won’t hurt you much.” The Shinigami adjusted its glasses; even though they were for show, Meyahra had somehow picked up the human habit of constantly pushing the glasses up. It was a strange accessory but then, according to Ryuk and Rem, Meyahra was strange even for a Shinigami.

“The more years I have, the more I’ll lose if I take your deal,” Miki shot back, finally locating the yearbook she wanted. She heaved a pleased sigh and sat back on her heels, flipping through the pages.

She’d seen the boy and overheard Kinjou talking about how he’d been pulled off his bike during the Inter-High. Cheating, especially at biking, was not acceptable!

(Again, that little voice of reason asked if someone deserved to die for cheating but Miki squashed that relentlessly. She’d been given a Death Note, not an Adequate Punishment Note. The only thing she could do was kill him!)

“Fukutomi Juichi,” she read out loud as she matched the picture of the captain of the team with the name written underneath it. Pulling out her Death Note, she balanced it on one knee.

“Your penmanship’s improved.” Meyahra said as she floated closer so she could peer upside down at the pristine page of the Death Note. “What are you going to write for his death? You should make it poetic.”

“Thank you,” Miki said, chewing on the end of her pen as she thought. It wasn’t just Fukutomi who had benefited from his cheating. It was his whole team. It was his school.

Carefully, she printed: Fukutomi Juichi, suicide, in two days from now after publicly confessing how he cheated to the InterHigh judges.

There! That should take care of everything.

Pleased with herself, she stood up and dusted off her skirt. Meyahra read the instructions and wrinkled the ridge on her face that Miki thought of as a nose.

“Next time,” Meyahra advised, “Write the mode of death as a haiku.”

FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Shuusuke/Yuuta + one-sided Mizuki/Shuusuke and Yuuta/Mizuki
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 489

Creepy, creepy, creepy wrong. XD Also one-sided incestuous longing and sibling rivalry.

***

“Even though we’re brothers, how come I was the only one born like this?” Yuuta asks, fingers curling and uncurling loosely at his sides as if he doesn’t quite have the strength to make the fists he wants to.

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” Shuusuke says, tone as comforting as he can make it without being condescending. There’s sweat running down Yuuta’s face, a gleaming trickle that’ll taste like salt if Shuusuke licks it, and he shoves his own hands into his pockets. “You’re -”

Normal, he nearly says, but that makes him abnormal and people usually prefer the term ‘genius’. To call himself abnormal would give away too much.

“--much better than most kids your age.”

“I’m only a year younger than you,” Yuuta hisses, eyes narrowed at Shuusuke. “Don’t condescend to me.”

“I wasn’t,” Shuusuke says though he knows it’s useless. Nothing he does will ever be right in Yuuta’s eyes, not as long as Shuusuke gets everything right (not as long as Shuusuke gets everything.)

*

Shuusuke had been fool enough to think that going to St. Rudolph’s would mend his relationship with Yuuta. Time apart would surely make it easier for Yuuta once he had his own friends and club, once he was no longer in Shuusuke’s shadow.

But Yuuta comes home for summer break a sullen and silent boy, glowering at Shuusuke until at last, Shuusuke asks him what’s wrong.

“He wants you,” Yuuta says, face red as he slams a violent volley at the wall. “Like always. Everyone only has eyes for you.”

There’s no point pretending he hasn’t noticed Mizuki’s obsession with him.

“You deserve better than him,” Shuusuke says and steps up to correct Yuuta’s grip. Yuuta’s shoulderblades press against his chest, the hard edge of his shoulder jutting into Shuusuke’s collarbone. Yuuta is warm and sweat-soaked, so slick that his top would peel away like skin off milk, and the thick scent of his exertion swamps Shuusuke’s senses briefly.

“Better than him would run to you too,” Yuuta sneers. Shuusuke laces his fingers over Yuuta’s, Yuuta’s hair tickling his cheek, and shows him a better version of the swing he’d used.

“No,” Shuusuke says softly, mouth near his brother’s ear, “Better will choose you. Always. You are the better choice.”


Yuuta shifts just a little, unexpected enough that his ass rubs against Shuusuke’s crotch; Yuuta freezes even as Shuusuke pulls away, then turns and glances down, then up. His eyes are full of a terrible confusion and Shuusuke’s smile is full of a terrible sadness.


“Nii-san,” Yuuta says, stepping back in a rejection so clear that Shuusuke has to brace himself not to flinch. “That’s not - you -”

There’s a plea on Yuuta’s face that Shuusuke hasn’t seen since they were very wrong.

Shuusuke waits a heartbeat’s space, just enough for trust to crumble and fall, then says quietly, “Even though we’re brothers, I was the only one born like this.”

FILL: TEAM miyuki kazuya/sawamura eijun, G

[hilaryfun]

Ship: Sawamura Eijun/&Miyuki Kazuya&/Okumura Koushuu
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: None

I love Wolf Boy's overactive imagination! Thanks for prompting this!

***

FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Akira/Hikaru
Fandom: Hikaru no Go
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 471

***

At first, the difference between Hikaru and Sai’s calligraphy is obvious. Sai’s strokes are flowing and smooth, elegant lines of black that look like art in their own right. When he writes, it is performance art, Hikaru’s short stubby fingers seeming longer and more deft.

Hikaru closes his eyes and feels the brushstrokes, the easy swing of his arm from his elbow and the glide of the bristles over the paper. His fingers ache afterwards, unaccustomed to holding a brush for so long but the results are so beautiful that Hikaru stares at the ink as it dries from glossy to matte.

“Teach me,” he demands, picking up the brush in stiffened fingers. “Teach me to do that.”

Sai laughs and complies.

*

Touya received his first calligraphy set when he was two years old. The brush was specially sized for his small fingers and the water-soluble ink was designed to be washed out easily for when he spilled it or accidentally painted the table.

By age 6, he was copying out poems onto exquisite papers for his parents to admire. They became his standard gift to family members and teachers and for his birthday, he always received more tools. He had a whole shelf devoted to sheafs of rare papers and a drawer of ink sticks and brushes kept dry and cool.

*

The calligraphy contests are very subjective. The best pieces are chosen by judges, not because of intrinsic merit, but it’s rare for their judgments to be questioned. Every contestant is given three papers and identical brushes, ink stones and ink sticks. Serious calligraphers all have their own preferred ink stones and sticks, treating their brushes with the same care that musicians use for their instruments, but the difference in quality that comes from having superior equipment unfairly biases competitions in favor of the rich.

Therefore, to ensure even playing fields, the contests provided all the materials.

For Hikaru, newly started to calligraphy, this was nowhere near the handicap that it was for Touya.

His rise could only be described as meteoric.

*

“There’s an old-fashioned charm to his calligraphy,” one judge says and another nods.

“Yes, it’s very classic. Very traditional. His calligraphy holds all the beauty of the poems that he transcribed.”

Touya waits for his father to pass judgment, seated comfortably in a little seat next to his so he can see what levels the other professionals are at.

“Beautiful,” his father says and Touya feels jealousy stab into him. That tone of approval has always been reserved for him alone. Whose writing earned that compliment?!

He peeks at the topmost sheet of paper and sees a sheet of paper with writing so flawless that looks like it belongs in a museum.

It is then, staring down at the smoothly inscribed kanji, that Touya Akira falls in love.

Re: PROMPT: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou

[fickle]

*squeaky sounds* oh my god.

Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[fickle]

I am 100% sure this is not meant to be someone having a mouthful of hair instead of a tongue AND YET...

FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, E

[fickle]

Ship: Makishima/Toudou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 489

I actually get a little creeped out by spiders so I focused on the oviposition aspect, I hope that’s okay! I did write spider monster/Toudou before but it was very much Toudou NOT into it.

Warnings for eggs, oviposition, mpreg (I guess?!), medical fisting?!

***

Here!

Re: PROMPT: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou

[hatchbacks]

this is one of my fave things on the internet...same team hell why

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

[fickle]

Oh my GOD I don't even fucking know what to do with this. Just. I'm flailing and rereading and so confused which probably works really well for this but jesus fuck IMAYOSHI WHAT ARE YOU DOING WHAT ARE YOU PLAYING AT Makoto do you know either and Kiyoshi what the hell are you even thibking what does 'now I see that I can do what I’d like too' EVEN MEAN I AM JUST.

so lost. so incredibly lost.

THE MIND GAME WAS BEING PLAYED ON ME ALL ALONG.

FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Midousuji/Onoda
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 423

That is such a beautiful verse.

***

The legend of Galatea was well known; there was not a single sculptor in Midousuji’s class who hadn’t experimented with bringing their creations to life. Everyone started small with a marble dove or a quartz fly, something that wouldn’t be too much trouble if it suddenly became alive.

Midousuji didn’t. He knew the rules against giving life to the inanimate and more than that, he knew the truth was that each person could only manage that once. He wouldn’t waste his time even trying.

The true words to speak, the sacrifices to offer, he had found them through obsessive research and dark, forbidden bargains. At first, it had been for his mother’s sake. He had thought, young as he was, that if he could carve her a body and give it life, then she could inhabit it.

If there were spells to give life to the unalive, then surely there were spells to transfer souls!

It was his mother who had stopped him when he’d prattled about his plan, her cool hand on his cheek as she killed his dream with the simple words, “I can’t send someone else to die in my place, darling.”

She had morals. She had ethics.

All Midousuji had was a hole in his chest where his heart should have been and more knowledge about magic than anyone his age should.


*

His mother had wanted him to have friends so out of gold and ivory and alabaster, he fashioned himself a friend. Rods of gold, hinged carefully and ball-jointed to give a better range of motion, made up his arms and legs while the base of his body was the purest ivory possible. His head was gold again, carefully sculpted to hold blue sapphires set in marble for the eyes, and Midousuji left the lips slightly parted to expose marble teeth, slicking myrrh over the mouth to scent it sweetly.

From raven feathers, Midousuji fashioned a wig that he set carefully on the golden head. The feathers gleamed blue-green in marvelously subtle shades (far better than Ishigaki’s suggestion of ebony, he would not use mere wood on his friend) and were pleasing to touch as well.

*

Midousuji stood before the statue, tome open and the ingredients ready. He could bring his creation to life now. It would be his best friend. Just as he had promised his mother, he would no longer be alone.

(What lived could die. What lived could leave him.)

Finger on the start of the incantation, Midousuji opened his mouth - and hesitated.

FILL: Team The Prince of Tennis, T

[fickle]

Ship: Kuroko Tetsuya & Kise Ryouta & Midorima Shintarou & Aomine Daiki & Murasakibara Atsushi & Akashi Seijurou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: tags omitted
Other Tags: tags omitted
Word Count: 520

Sign me the FUCK UP for this world! Happy Ending AU.

***

They are monsters and the world has nothing fit to fight them.

*

Akashi is their leader and strategist; he says ‘come with me to Rakuzen, they’ll give you full scholarships’, so they graduate with degrees from an excellent school and an unbeaten record. The Uncrowned Kings that had been in the year above them in Rakuzen aren’t happy to be pushed off the team for a squad of first years but the Miracles challenge them to a match - winner is first string - and beat them soundly.

After that, the other schools don’t stand a chance.

*

Seirin has an Uncrowned King and a brash young newcomer from America; the Miracles crush them all the harder for the new boy even thinking that he could compare to them. Better to beat all the hope out of them than have them limping behind, swearing vengeance to their uncaring backs.

“It’s merciful,” Akashi explains when Kuroko turns doubting eyes on him. “It’s a mercy killing.”

*

Kirisaki Daiichi tries to take them out rather than win; in the bathroom, Akashi bumps into Hananiya and smiles, sharp and cold as a knife.

“I never knew you were such an altruist, Makoto. You’ll forfeit this game to make the season easier for the other teams?”

Hanamiya’s eyes gleam as he smiles, “Oh, Akashi, there’s so much you don’t know about me.”

“No,” Akashi disagrees calmly, “There really isn’t.”


*

When Hanamiya falls on the court, it’s Murasakibara who falls on top of him.

“Spiders are easy to squash,” he rumbles against Hanamiya’s ear before he clambers off gracelessly.

Kuroko looks at Akashi and Akashi asks, “Don’t you believe the punishment should fit the crime, Tetsuya?”

*

Touou’s strategist is clever.

Against Akashi, clever is not enough.

*

“We’ll play in the college leagues for a term,” Akashi says as graduation nears. “That’s where the real attention is. Once we’re recruited for the Japanese Basketball League, we’ll talk to the NBA. The NBA is discussing expansion - there’s a chance we can emerge as a team together instead of being sold off piecemeal or having to accept lower rates in order to play together.”

“And if they decide not to expand?” Midorima asks, logical as always.

“Then it depends on what you want. The NBA wages are higher than if we stay with the Japanese League. Even Europe would pay us better. Splitting up is an option.” Akashi’s voice is absolutely calm but Kuroko reaches over and rests his hand over Akashi’s fingers.

He touches the corner of Akashi’s eyes and asks, “Can’t you persuade the NBA to expand?”

Kise grins, “Maybe we can challenge all their teams to a tournament! If we win, we become a new team and knock one of theirs out!”

“This isn’t e-sports,” Akashi says but smiles slightly anyway. “I’ll see what I can do.”

*

The Japanese National Team is composed solely of the Miracles. They win gold by such a margin that everyone comes courting them.

Akashi keeps the team together. Akashi gets them everything they want.

*

From Teiko to the NBA, they carry off all the medals.

Their rule is undisputed; their rule is absolute.

Re: FILL: TEAM miyuki kazuya/sawamura eijun, G

[hailing]

oh my god....... koushuu please. not only is miyuki a devil, EIJUN IS AN ANGEL???? AMAZIN.

thank you for this hil *_*

Re: PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[fickle]

I approve of this prompt 100%.

Re: PROMPT: team akaashi keiji/bokuto koutarou

[fickle]

I was going to fill this and then realized that I ALREADY DID. XD

Re: PROMPT: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU

[fickle]

...you just had to do this to me.

PROMPT: Team Himuro Tatsuya/Nijimura Shuuzou

[cherrysalmon]

Ship: Midorima Shintarou/Takao Kazunari OR Aomine Daiki/Himuro Tatsuya OR Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru OR Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke / Haikyuu / Yuri on Ice
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: aaaaangst, extreme purple prose, this is my last jay chou prompt for this saso so more ship variety dfhdfjd

Prompt: hair like snow - jay chou | translation

You're frowning, crying that a lover cannot be called back
Even if the annals of history has already become dust
My love will not end

Re: PROMPT: TEAN IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/SUGIMOTO TERUFUMI

[marks]

crying

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

[moetushie]

Haha, so it didn't work that well? I thought it might not, lol. But I had to try...

I think it's basically Imayoshi and Kiyoshi deciding to fuck with Hanamiya for reasons of their own!!