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.

 

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

Required Work Minimums:

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

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FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

[tripsh]

Ship: kuramochi youichi/miyuki kazuya
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: 682


***


kuramochi looks up at altitude thunder, his hand pressed against the gold of its exterior as he takes a breath, shuts his eyes for a moment. he doesn't want to think about the uncertainty that lies ahead--the things they might face, the things they could lose--and just wants to feel something solid. something he can count on.

there are few things left in the world that make him feel a combination of powerful, invincible, yet small at the same time. he's nothing compared to the hulking metal he gets to pilot, in terms of size, but he's half of a whole, part of what makes it able to work, what defeats kaiju that come their way.

the chance of coming back in one piece and alive gets slimmer with each time the kaiju attack, as they continue to grow stronger and stronger, but kuramochi trusts altitude thunder to do the job, just as always. just like he places an irrevocable amount of trust in--

"thought i might find you here."

he pauses for a moment before he turns to look at who's behind him. he doesn't need anything to confirm who it is. he knows miyuki kazuya like he knows himself, knows him as an irreplaceable part of himself.

"what do you want? an award?" kuramochi shoots him a grin. even though miyuki could easily find him with their connection through the ghost drift, he knows both of them could do the same even without that.

"for putting up with you every day or for leaving our room in the middle of the night and making me wake up alone?" miyuki steps closer to him. close enough to touch. all kuramochi would have to do is reach out his hand to press it to miyuki's arm or take his hand in his own. it would be easy as breathing, like every interaction between them is. "i'll take either. or both. actually, both sounds good."

(it hadn't always been so easy. even after they'd be declared drift compatible, even after they first drifted and fought together, neither of them had willingly wanted to give up every bit of themselves in the drift. neither of them wanted to be known so intimately by another. not when they both had issues letting others in and letting themselves go. it was difficult, but they grew into it with some time. they learned to trust each other.

and now, kuramochi knows there's no one he trusts more than miyuki. there's no one else he wants to share every part of himself with. there's no one else he wants to fight side by side with. just miyuki. always miyuki.)

"you're such an idiot."

"i know." miyuki grins now. "you only say it every day. and think it even more than that."

kuramochi sighs, and reaches for miyuki's hand, twines their fingers together. he wanted something solid, something--someone--he knows will be there, that he can count on. and he has that. miyuki's always been that. "get out of my thoughts, bastard."

"too late for that, youichi. i think we're too far gone."

they are. they are and they've both known it for a long time, now. and kuramochi wouldn't trade it for anything.

he laughs a little, and miyuki squeezes his hand. he doesn't have to ask if kuramochi's thinking about the timer to signal when the next kaiju will appear, doesn't have to ask if he's worried they're one of the only teams left still intact and that that could change at any moment. he knows. he knows, and kuramochi knows miyuki feels the same. but--

"we'll win."

it's stupid to think those two words calm him, but they do. there's no guarantee--there's never a guarantee they'll make it back in one piece and together--but kuramochi knows he can always put his faith in miyuki. knows that the best chance he stands in any of this is with him by his side.

he nods, and reaches up to cup miyuki's cheek, leans forward and presses their foreheads together. "we'll win," he repeats, and believes it more than anything.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[dynamite]

Ship: himuro tatsuya / murasakibara atsushi
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major tags: none
Other tags: food; graphics fill
Word count: none

it was for u, bent <3


***



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FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T

[hatchbacks]

Ship: Kagami/Himuro
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Other Tags: TAGS OMITTED
Word Count: 427

***

It’s got nothing to do with Taiga and everything to do with Taiga, everything to do with the ring around Tatsuya’s neck, the chain repaired to weigh ten times as much as it ever did when it was intact. Severed, a cruel metaphor; what has been rebuilt will never be the same, the newer links shining with the wrong kind of sheen, obvious. But all that had passed between them, all of the things that had made Tatsuya tear it off his neck, tear down the bonds they had carefully preserved with a few well-placed words like a sharp sword through the most convoluted of knots, all of it had had everything and nothing to do with Taiga.

Mostly, it had all been about Tatsuya (of course it had, making everything about himself all over again, even when he’d been considering Taiga it had always flipped around back to him, and he was never fit to be a big brother if he’s going to be like this, never fit to have that kind of selflessness). It had been about his inadequacies, as Taiga had risen like the sun to meet his destiny, light shining through the holes in his fabric that had been hidden or barely there in the low light. They are now harsh; he cannot hide them from himself, from Taiga, from anyone, and that he wishes to, that this is all about him fixing the fabric that a needle will not pass through—well, it feeds itself.

But it’s got everything to do with Taiga, the ring that lies cold at the base of Tatsuya’s neck; he wakes up with it clutched in his head, his eyelashes wet and his throat sore. Taiga’s gone and haunting Tatsuya’s dreams, his face and his voice and the pure happiness and excitement of the way he played, the things Tatsuya would pay all his blood to see again. He doesn’t deserve it; he doesn’t deserve the chance to apologize; there’s no way he can blame Taiga for not accepting it, even though he probably would anyway, because he’s Taiga (or maybe this had been one bridge too far and they’d all come tumbling down, the bent and torn trust between them enough of a reminder). If it wasn’t about Taiga, Tatsuya would sit here forever, clutching at the remnants of things he had once hoped for, but it is about Taiga. Whether Tatsuya deserves forgiveness or not, that’s not based in fairness, it's up to Taiga to decide, and this time Tatsuya will let him choose.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T.

[intricacies]

Ship: kageyama tobio/oikawa tooru
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: implied sexual content
Other Tags: alcohol consumption, aged-up characters, olympics au, i don't know what i'm doing
Word Count: 443 words

i'm desperate for points

***

The sheets are itchy under Oikawa’s knees as he pushes Kageyama onto the bed, and Kageyama’s lips taste half like vodka and half like the blue gatorade he had taken to drinking. Maybe it’s the buzz of the celebration drinks going through his head, but Oikawa is quick to move even as Kageyama squirms beneath him — resistant only by instinct, Oikawa thinks. Yet he’s soon pliant under Oikawa’s warm, warm touch, eyes half-open, hazy.

“Tobio-chan,” Oikawa slurs, and his syllables are melding into each other like his breath along Kageyama’s neck while he’s trailing kisses down the side.

“Oi—“ Kageyama breathes. The pause afterward almost feels like he’s forgotten Oikawa’s name for a moment, at least until he finishes with, “—kawa-san.”

Even just something as simple as that is enough to set something in Oikawa alight. He’s wound tight from the endless days of matches and uncertainty, a self-imposed and coach-imposed taper, and even victory hasn’t been enough to unravel everything, nor have the team celebrations full of alcohol and cheer.

He kisses Kageyama silly again, out of words, lips messy on each other, with Kageyama’s fingers curled into his hair.



The LA sun filtering through the dorm window is what wakes Oikawa up. He groans at the throbbing ache squeezing his head, the bright light as unhelpful as it is intense, and Oikawa’s cradling his head by the time he’s fully awake despite the grogginess.

Beside him is Kageyama still sleeping, covers only drawn up to his waist, shamelessly splayed out on the bed. The room is warm enough from the California heat that Oikawa doesn’t think of covering him up. Instead, he moves to get himself some painkillers and the water bottle from his bag.

It takes half an hour of lying around miserably for Oikawa to feel like even partially a person, but he manages. The clock reads 08:23 by the time he finally comes around to checking it.

Without the hangover beating at him as much, Oikawa’s able to review things in clarity. He goes out to get a cup of coffee from the lobby without hesitation. Reluctantly, he returns with another cup in his hand and sets it on a table before coming over to wake Kageyama from his slumber.

Kageyama looks infuriatingly more angelic now that the alcohol is mostly out of his system. There are lights and shadows scattered across his form, shapes that frame the peacefulness on his face. Beyond him, Oikawa can see the LA sun beginning to rise — the gold medals lying on the table in front of the window.

And he thinks, he wouldn’t mind waking up to this again.

FILL: Team Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru, G

[horchata]

Ship: iwaizumi/oikawa
Fandom: haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: real human voices with flaws, recorded extra quietly in a coffeeshop at 12:55 in the morning; this poem is 26 lines long, but 22 are original
Word Count: 22 lines

***

Listen here!


You are too tenacious
You demand my obeisance and
When you speak my patience is through

Don't mistake my silence for virtue
I'm just thinking of the next
time I'll punch you

So, don't think you're too clever I've
Known you for forever and
whatsoever you choose to do

Sure my urge to hit is quick
May be disproportionate
But your bullshit's extortionate, too
As long as you're talking I'm mad at you

You play with my heart and you
Have played from the start and you
Can't stop to think of what you might do

I've been here since we were both children
When you are around me
My heart gets filled in

So, please consider me when you
Speak your liturgy with the
Girls who avidly will pursue

Oikawa I've called you irresponsible
And you're unreliable
But it's undeniably true
I'm irresponsibly mad for you

FILL: Team Imaizumi Shunsuke/Kinjou Shingo, M

[yrindor]

Ship: Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: sexual content, dubcon
Other Tags: Rotom!Oikawa is a disaster waiting to happen
Word Count: 777

We've met Rotomkawa before, and Pantykawa, but what about Pantyrotomkawa?

***

Read in afterhours here

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

[tripsh]

Ship: isashiki jun/yuuki tetsuya
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: mentions of death, mentions of violence
Other Tags: post-apocalypse
Word Count: 536


***

jun doesn't know where he's going.

the world's a mess--desolate wasteland, war torn and struck with disaster. humanity's dwindled down to its dregs, the last of them--the ones supposedly 'lucky' enough to survive catastrophe--fighting among themselves as well as fighting the monsters who have overtaken life here.

no one expected the disease to get this out of hand, to wipe out over half of the world's population. to change the entire world from something to nothing--to a place where no one wants to be. where people would rather die than fight to make it through. there's not much hope left, no bright future in sight, nothing to wish for, it seems.

jun doesn't know what he's supposed to do or where he's supposed to go. all he knows it that something deemed him as able to make it through this. and he's been fighting and surviving on his own so far, but doesn't know what for. doesn't see a purpose to it any longer. all he knows is that he's alone.

but that changes when he runs into tetsu. literally runs into him when he's searching for something to eat. jun wants to tell him off, and starts to, but there are others around, people who would easily take them down if they could catch them, and while it might not be the ideal option at the moment to work with tetsu, jun does so. whether it's out of some fucked up desire to live or stubbornness--refusal to die, to go out like this--he doesn't know. but he sticks with tetsu, and that's a smart enough decision because they both make it out of there alive and without a scratch on them.

he does, tell tetsu off for running into him, though, once they're out of that situation. that's a given and something jun can't resist doing.

there's something about tetsu that keeps jun around. until now, he's never had anyone to count on, anyone to stick with. he's always been alone with only himself to take care of. but with tetsu it's different. they look out for each other. they help each other.

jun doesn't like him at first, but he appreciates the company, feels safer with someone than he does alone. his dislike changes to friendship and camaraderie later. and even later, it changes once again to love. he loves and cares about tetsu. he'd do anything to keep him safe and would follow him anywhere.

they're a good team, a formidable one. and jun wouldn't trade that for anything.

"i'm lucky to have met you," tetsu tells him one night, in the dark as they're huddled together for warmth. they can't light a fire because it will draw attention to them, so they have to settle for this instead.

jun wants to correct him. wants to say, no, i'm lucky to have met you, because he doesn't know where he'd be without tetsu. doesn't want to think about that. tetsu could probably make it without jun, but jun's glad they've stuck together all the same. it's one tiny piece of happiness, of hope in a world he didn't think had any left in it any longer.

"me too," he says, and means it.

Re: FILL: Team Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru, G

[alectorine]

this is so gorgeous!! i love the imagery of shinobu as a temple under attack/forced onto the defensive, and chihaya as a force of nature, chihaya with all the brilliance and power of fire, and the wind at her back. you capture this moment of intensity, not yet triumph or grief on either side, so well. reading the last two lines gave me chills... thank you so much for this fill i love these girls to pieces 💖

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

[tripsh]

Ship: kuramochi youichi/miyuki kazuya
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: poetry fill, post-breakup, angst, unhealthy relationship/coping
Word Count: 30 lines



***


i lie awake
trying to remember how it ended
when it ended.
but i can't.

maybe it was a long time coming,
or maybe it was never meant to be.
stupid hope,
stupid chance we took.

i can't remember when
we fell apart.
i can't remember
if i should blame myself or you.

(maybe both.
maybe we're both to blame.)

but--
it's easier to say it was
you. it's easier to say
you pushed us over the edge.

if i blame you,
for the ache in my chest--
the cracks that fracture my heart--
maybe i can move on from it.

from you.
from thinking about you.
from remembering you.
from still wanting you.

i know,
i played a part in it too,
but maybe it's best to lie through my teeth
and say it was you.

FILL: Team Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru, G

[horchata]

Ship: kageyama/suga
Fandom: haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: 416 words


How privileged you are, to be passionately
clinging to what you love;
the forfeit of hope has not destroyed you.

***

He talks about you, after all.

It's a short interview, but it will be short for everyone today, winners and losers alike. It's hot in Jakarta-Palembang, after all. You are only watching because out of all the days for you to be in the izakaya two blocks down from your company, you chose somehow to walk in as the National team wins their eighth gold medal in the Asian games.

“How does it feel to have won here for the eighth time for Japan?”

They stand all in a line at first, and as each player is asked a question, they clump closer and closer, and you are reminded of when you used to play in high school in a way that brings your drink to your lips for a few deep pulls. The jargon is familiar, and they go in order from largest number to smallest, which puts Kageyama at second to last, the bright setter’s number “2” shining in white on his jersey, the medal’s weight hanging in the center of its curve.

"Kageyama-san, same question: are you dedicating your medal to anyone in particular?"

"Yes, to my distinguished senpai, Sugawara Koushi, who taught me everything I know.” He holds it by the ribbon and raises it from his chest. “This medal is for him, as is every other medal I am honored to receive.”

It’s more words than you can remember him using at all in these interviews, ever. And you’re surprised at your emotions, considering. It does not feel like a revelation, nor does it feel like something you’ve expected to happen that finally has, and it does not feel like a shock. You are doubly surprised to discover you are also not thinking of the months spent in his room, while his slow hero-worship steadied into some kind of a stream, fed by melting snowcaps of frozen awkwardness while he unlearned whatever his heart needed to shed. It’d been good, then. But that’s not what you remember, now.

Instead, you think about your first real day with him, all those years ago in the street to Sakanoshita’s, spring shaking off the delicate blossom light for something more substantially warm, when he told you he intended to earn the trust of the team. And you see him there, in the too-crisp screen of the izakaya’s middle television, surrounded by brilliant bold red on all sides, proud and tall, and think to yourself, yes, you’ve done it.

Re: FILL: team akaashi keiji/bokuto koutarou, [G]

[cherrysalmon]

first off im so late to commenting im sorry dhfjdhfd but THIS!!!!!!! br7 is simultaneously an aokise blessing and curse bc im crying all the time.

i love how it starts off with kise listing aomine's bad attributes (bc...there are so many, lbr) but how he's also so much more than that, how he responds to kise's needs and cares through actions instead of words. i'll never get tired of kise comparing aomine to the sun because that's how he is!! a burning bright star even though they're 2 teenage boys fooling around.

also that is. such a good ending sentence AAAA aomine why are u tsun like this,, but it's words enough, i think. thank you for filling!!!! <3

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, G

[tripsh]

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



***


can you keep a secret?

i want you to trust me to.

can i?

tell me--

tell me,
if you have room for them.
if you have room in your heart.
for the things i want to say.

for me.

i do.

let me prove it to you.
test me if you want.
i won't give you up, or betray you
if you give me a chance to--

prove it.

(i want to.)

i want to.

(do it.)

i--

there are things for my heart,
and my mind only.
things i wish to share (with you)
but that i can't.

maybe one day.
but not
now. not
yet.

(...)

FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/KOGA KIMITAKA/TESHIMA JUNTA - RATING G

[besania]

Ship: Kinjou Shingo / Koga Kimitaka
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 754

First time writing Kinjou & KogaKin, guess you could say its full of hcs? Hope you like it anyway!

***

Koga wishes he could turn around and look at Kinjou’s face, if only for second, just to see what kind of expression he’s wearing. If he’s as uncomfortable as he feels, if he’s rattling his brain trying to think of something to say like he is — If he honestly doesn’t care, the magazine he’s looking through the most interesting thing he can engage in the room.

He wonders if Kinjou’s face gave anything away when he saw him hunched over himself, filling a form. He wishes he had taken his time to go over his features, attempt to decipher what how really felt behind his frames (he became so much harder to read after the accident — he wonders if its obvious to anyone else). Instead he froze, felt his eyes widen and his throat close, and pretty much failed to respond normally to his curt greeting.

Too curt. He probably didn't expect to see him there. He tries not to give it too much thought.

"Um—"

"Did—"

Bad timing. Kinjou coughs. Koga dares angle himself, as casually as he can, so they're sort of facing each other. He mumbles a small "sorry", motions at Kinjou so he'll continue. He wasn't even sure what he was going to say anyway. (An empty pleasantry, probably, something perfectly neutral and polite and not at all what he'd like to ask).

From the corner of his eye he sees Kinjou nod, pick up where he left off.

"That form", he says. Koga looks at it. If you asked him what the last thing he wrote about was he wouldn't be able to answer, distracted and going on autopilot the moment he noticed Kinjou. "Did you forget to fill it the first time you came here?"

"Ah... No, this is my first time here. For this, anyway." He taps the clipper against his knee gently.

Kinjou hums. He could ask if he had come already for his shoulder, or if he hadn't yet, but doesn't. He could be thinking that Koga's taken too long to come for this. If he wanted, he could ask him if it was that bad he had to rest for that long, or if maybe he had done something to make it worse, or if it was something else like stubbornness or discomfort at the idea of having to set foot there.

Koga knows he'd answer, no matter what Kinjou asked nor how he asked it, and so he's glad he doesn't.

Koga could take this opportunity to ask about Kinjou's injuries too — Actually hear from him instead of through the grapevine. But when he's about to open his mouth, Kinjou beats him to it.

"I asked to see you after what happened the second day. Did you get my message?"

He did, so he nods. Tadokoro-san gave it to him. About how Kinjou wanted him to fix his bike (insisting that he'd keep riding, that he had to do it, acting every part the ace who never gave up Koga had always known he was).

He also asked him to listen to Tadokoro and the other senpai. Back then he thought, still did, that it was about how managing him had been unnofficially delegated to Kinjou until then.

"You didn't— Hmm." Kinjou backpedals, tries again like Koga'd forget the almost-accusation just like that. "Why didn't you listen?"

"Well... I honestly tried my best with the bike." The laugh he lets out sounds fairly convincing. It doesn't help lighten the mood though. "As for the other thing, I—"

"Koga-san."

Koga looks up at the therapist, stands as he offers her back a smile out of reflex. As she turns back inside the office, he looks at Kinjou. He says nothing, conveys nothing beyond 'it's fine, go inside'.

He decides to give an answer anyway.

"I couldn't just give up", he says simply, honestly, feels like the right answer, and the only thing he regrets is that he didn't go inside fast enough to not catch the minuscule frown, the almost inconspiscuous pull at Kinjou's lips — that he didn't know what to make of it.

He doesn’t see Kinjou when he's let out of the room (it was just an examination, didn't take long at all), doesn't run into Kinjou next week, nor the week afterwards.

When he casually brings it up to his therapist and she replies that he changed doctors, he plasters a polite smile on his face, nods, and fights to not to read too much into it.

FILL: TEAM KURAMOCHI YOUICHI/MIYUKI KAZUYA, T

[tripsh]

Ship: kuramochi youichi/miyuki kazuya
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: death as imagery
Other Tags: poetry fill, post-breakup
Word Count: 24 lines



***

it ends with silence.
no warning, no idea. it just...
stops.
a heartbeat slowing until it fades altogether.

our love started out
young and strong,
powerful and steady.
i didn't think it would ever end.

but who ever expects
death to creep up on them?
who ever expects it to take
what they cherish most without warning?

i didn't.
(maybe i should have.)
i didn't expect it to end.
(yet it does.)

it ends and leaves a cold, empty space.
to anyone else, there's no sign
that something was lost.
no tangible proof we lost each other.

there's no ceremony or weeping.
only loss
and the cold ache that accompanies it.
that's all we're left with.

FILL: Team Miyuki Kazuya/Oikawa Tooru, G

[nautilics]

Ship: Miya Atsumu & Miya Osamu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major tags: mentions of violence
Other tags: knives
Word count: none

this prompt made me laugh so hard thank you


***

Re: FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, G

[notallbees]

Weeps I love this so much, you captured their dynamic so well, and I totally agree that Kuroo would get bored behind a desk :') ugh they're so stupidly romantic

FILL: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, T

[pugglemuggle]

Ship: Yuri Plisetsky/Otabek Altin
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Major Tags: mentions of character death
Other Tags: demon au, selling your soul, eventually dying, starving to death in the 1930s, tragic backstories
Word Count: 840

DEMON AU!! DEMON AU!! DEMON AU!! thank u for this prompt i am blessed

***

The smell of brimstone is thick in the air as Otabek shifts to the mortal plane, dragging himself up and up and up until he materializes at the center of the pentagram. He's been getting summons more frequently lately, but he can't say he minds. Hell is boring. The mortal world never fails to disappoint.

"I am Otabek Altin," he says to the room as the smoke begins to clear. The pentagram below him is drawn onto the hardwood floor in red sharpie. Resourceful, he guesses. He'll give his summoner that. "I am a collector of souls, a demon from— Oh. You."

"Me," Yuri Plisetsky says, grinning. He's lounging on his bed across the room, balancing his laptop on his stomach as he taps at the keys. "If you're complimenting someone's haircut or something, is it 'compliment' with an 'i', or 'complement' with an 'e'?"

"With an 'i', I think," Otabek answers. "If you use an 'e', it's used to describe things that go together or match."

"Cool. I always mix those up."

"You know you could just ask Siri these kinds of questions, right?"

"Why would I ask Siri?" Yuri smirks. He glances away from his laptop and gives Otabek a raised eyebrow. "You're way more fun than she is."

"But Siri isn't a demon from hell sent to steal your soul."

"You've already got my soul," Yuri says. "What do I have to lose?"

Yuri's not exactly wrong. Otabek does have a contract for Yuri's soul—has had it for a full year now, ever since Yuri started summoning him. Four years from now, Otabek is scheduled to come take Yuri's soul to hell in exchange for as many favors as Yuri wants between then and now. Yuri certainly seems to be holding up his end of the deal, but if he's honest, Otabek isn't sure if he'll be able to hold up his. He's gotten a little fond of Yuri. More fond than he should be, at least.

But he doesn't have to tell Yuri that.

"What are you working on?" he asks instead, sitting down on the hardwood floor and making himself as comfortable as he can. Almost as if he senses his discomfort, Yuri tosses him a pillow from his bed, and Otabek sits on it gratefully.

"It's a school essay," Yuri answers. "I'm writing about the fall of the Cuban Missile Crisis."

"I remember that."

"That was like, fifty years ago."

"Yeah."

"You don't look fifty. Do demons not age?"

"Not really." Otabek shrugs.

Yuri eyes him for a moment, then asks, "How old are you?"

"Eighteen," Otabek answers. Yuri rolls his eyes.

"Are you really going to make me ask?"

"Ask what?"

Yuri sighs. "How long have you been eighteen?"

"Now you're just quoting Twilight."

"You've seen Twilight? Where the fuck did you watch Twilight?"

"I'm from hell. We have Twilight in hell."

"Figures," Yuri laughs. Then he fixes Otabek with a stare again and sobers somewhat. "Seriously, though. How old are you?"

"Um," Otabek thinks. "I was born in 1913, and I died in 1931, so...." He does some mental math. "A hundred and four? I guess?"

"Damn. You're a fucking grandpa."

"No I'm not."

"No, you're not," Yuri agrees. "But still. Damn. How'd you die?"

"...Starved to death."

"Really? That sucks. Why'd you go to hell?"

"You realize these are sort of personal questions, right?"

Yuri shrugs. "You don't have to answer."

Otabek doesn't really want to answer. He doesn't want to go into the details of how he sold his soul for his sister, only to watch her waste away five years later during the famine caused by the Soviets. He didn't last much longer than she did. At least she didn't go to hell. He wasn't so lucky.

"I made a deal," Otabek says finally. "It didn’t end well."

"Huh," Yuri says. "Too bad."

"Yeah."

There's a minute or so of silence.

"If you want to go, I don't actually have anything else for you to do," Yuri says. He tosses him some tissues and a bottle of acetone. "That should get rid of enough of the sharpie for you to ghost out."

"Thanks." He stares at the acetone for a moment, then says, "I could help with your essay?"

"You don't have to."

"I know more about the Cuban Missile Crisis than your teacher does."

"Probably."

Otabek frowns and fiddles with one of the tissues. "Hell isn't very interesting," he admits. "I'd rather be up here."

"Oh."

Yuri stops typing and doesn't say anything for a few seconds. Then he frowns at his computer. "Hey, um.... What date did they get rid of those missiles, anyway?"

Otabek grins, despite himself. "October 28th, 1962."

"Thanks. You should, uh, stick around. I might need a couple more answers before this paper is done."

Otabek nods and sets down the acetone and tissues. "I'll be here," he says.

And he will. For the next four years, he'll be here. After that, well.

They'll cross that bridge when they get to it.

Re: FILL: Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, T

[pugglemuggle]

ahhhhhhhhhhhhh this is so cuteeeeeee frick, i love that they're just freaking eating pizza and watching a movie gahhhh, these boys... smh...

Re: FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[mondegreened]

AAAAAAAAAAAAA this is so beautiful... tbh i've been admiring your imanaru all saso, you write their banter and bitchiness so naturally but i love how clearly their partnership comes across too

he remembers how the pull of Naruko’s voice had been the thing to crowd out the deep green noise that had once threatened to overwhelm him. LAYS DOWN AND YELLS

also FOR REAL ive been playing zodiac age and i definitely assumed they would have...... fixed that by now. wyd squeenix

FILL: Team Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru, G

[horchata]

Ship: Kenma / Hinata
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: 489 words

***

It's just been so gentle, that's what confusing you.

For the wonderful bluster and overbright laughter, for the shouting and jumping (so much jumping) and constant loud awe, Shouyou has been nothing but dustmites-in-sunlight with you, a steady fixed beam through a window, still enough to walk into, to place a hand in slowly and feel your skin warm. Shouyou's excitement is never too much. He is constantly on and always alive. And in turn something in you hums for him, sweetly, earnest.

It doesn't feel like anything at all. You just become something different with him, and it's effortless.

"Kenma," he says, patient and questioning, and your attention swells and settles to him. You tap a few more things and then put down your console. You look at him, and he's looking right back at you, ideas dancing in his eyes.

"Shouyou," you say, because you can.

Shouyou grins, bright and bursting. "Kenma, it's raining."

You feel your lips quirk a little. You and everyone else in Tokyo are packed in the bus shelter overhang. Shouyou has steered you both towards the edge of the enclosure because he knows how you feel about crowds. You've kept your console closer to your chest because of the dripping over the side. It has been raining for a while.

"It's the summer," you say.

Shouyou wiggles a little. "Doesn't it look nice?"

The clouds are thick and grey; people not in the bus shelter are hurrying with umbrellas and newspapers and hunched over shoulders. Their feet leave little splashes behind them as the ground refuses to take in any more water.

"Shouyou."

He wiggles a little more, jostling himself from foot to foot. "Just how far is it to your dorm, really?"

"No."

"Kenma!"

"No, Shouyou."

"But look!" he says and puts a hand along your shoulder, and one out in the rain. "It looks so good. It's been so hot all day, and now it's cooling off."

And you feel cool, too; refreshed, too. You feel like you've sat down in front of a fan. It's so good to be touched, a light warm weight and damp fingers resting on the skin of your neck, and how wonderful it is to feel so comfortable that nothing in you dares to flinch or resist. It's just okay. Hinata touches you and nothing happens to your nervous system except that it accepts: Yes, go ahead. Do it again.

"My bag is waterproofed," he says.

You can't help your smile as you hand over your console. "Eight streets over, Shouyou."

His grin lights up things inside you that you hadn't known weren't lit. He zips up his backpack and shucks it to his shoulders. "Wanna hand over your keys for when I get there first?"

"No need," you say, and take off ahead, his delighted shocked laughter the wind in your hair, his footfalls catching up to you the light in your feet.

FILL: Team Daiya no Ace, G

[hailing]

Ship: Yuuki Tetsuya/Isashiki Jun
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None

TY MEL AND DAIYA STAGE

"Thanks, Jun."

***

FILL: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, G

[pugglemuggle]

Ship: Viktor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki
Fandom: Yuri on Ice
Major Tags: None.
Other Tags: near-death situations, almost drowning, meeting your soulmate, love at first sight
Word Count: 490

i love merpeople aus!!! ahhhh thank you for the prompt!!

***

All things considered, these were not the best circumstances for Viktor to meet his soulmate.

There was a storm—a great typhoon, enormous enough to crack the skies and lift the waves. The merfolk had been doing their best to stay out of the way of this one, but Viktor—Viktor loved storms. He couldn't help swimming near the surface to watch.

And that's when the boat sank.

He saw it in the distance, a solitary ship, battling the angry sea. There was a deafening, blinding flash of lightning, and then the wooden boat was bursting into flames. There were people on that boat, Viktor knew. Humans, of course, but still people. He swam towards the ship as fast as he could.

That's where he found Yuuri.

He was the most beautiful thing Viktor had ever seen. The light from the burning ship illuminated his face through the seawater, making his skin glow. His eyes were closed, long lashes fanning over his cheeks, and his dark hair was catching the light as it floated around his head—a halo. Viktor was spellbound. He had to save him, no matter the cost.

He swam with the man for a mile, keeping just below the surface to make sure Yuuri got enough air. When they finally got to land, Viktor was exhausted. He laid Yuuri on the sand and crawled forward to hover over him, checking his breathing. He was still alive—thank God. Viktor smoothed back Yuuri's hair from his forehead and leaned forward to leave the lightest of kisses on Yuuri's lips.

When he pulled away, Yuuri's eyes were open.

Viktor left without another word. It was forbidden to speak to humans, after all. It was forbidden to even interact with humans, but, well.

Viktor was known for bending the rules.

—

Three weeks later, he bent the rules further.

Viktor emerged from the sea, walking on legs for the first time in his life. He felt shaky and unbalanced. The air tasted different through human lungs, smelled different. He took a few steps and almost tripped.

"Hello?" a voice called down the beach. "Are you alright?"

As fate would have it, it was Yuuri who found him on the beach that day. After an awkward greeting and the handing over of a cloak to cover himself, Yuuri offered Viktor a room in his castle for the night, since he had no where else to go.

"I'm very grateful," Viktor said. "You're a kind man."

Yuuri turned to give him a thoughtful look, as if there were a word on the tip of his tongue that he couldn't quite remember. "Do I know you?" he asked. "I feel like we've met."

"Perhaps," Viktor said. "Or perhaps not. I think I'd remember a face like yours."

Yuuri rubbed the back of his neck and looked away, but there was a smile on his lips. Yes, Viktor thought. Yes—this was the one.

Re: FILL: Team Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru, G

[gionkenji]

YOU'RE SO WELCOME!!! reading through it again, i'm still so fond because there are so many details that add towards the entire fill ;.; thank you again!!! happy SASO to you too!!!!

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[dynamite]

Ship: imaizumi shunsuke / naruko shoukichi
Fandom: yowapeda
Major tags: none
Other tags: future fic
Word count: 415

***

“Have you ever considered,” Imaizumi’s hand slows in thought as he rubs a bit of bleach from Naruko’s dark roots to check the progress. “Maybe another colour?”

“Still worried I’m going to outshine you, hotshot?”

“As if you could,” Imaizumi huffs, a little indignant puff of air warm against Naruko’s scalp, and Naruko grins, instinctively trying to tilt his face toward Imaizumi with eyes squeezed shut against the sting of bleach. Imaizumi pokes a whorl of hair in reprimand. “Stop moving, idiot.”

“Red suits me best! It’s cool! It’s flashy! It’s how my fans recognise me!” Naruko laughs instead.

Naruko is sitting in sweatpants and an old tiger tshirt on the edge of the bathtub, leaning into Imaizumi’s hands. It’s almost a ritual for them at this point, built carefully into their race week schedule by Miki, like a natural part of their taper -- half sprint intervals, longer recovery, controlled carbo loading for Imaizumi. And a refresh of Naruko’s hair. Mental prep is as important as physical prep! They can almost hear Miki say brightly every time, sharp eyes going between them. They were both private about their personal life, but she’s known them for a very long time. She’s taken them through team trials and Olympic cycling circuits and through the long green hills of their home. So I’ll make sure you both can share a room.

“The red doesn’t suit the Team Sky colours,” Imaizumi says as he angles Naruko’s head over the bathtub and slowly starts to rinse the bleach out. He scrubs gently along the crown of Naruko’s head to get all of the product out and is rewarded with something that sounds almost like a purr of contentment; Imaizumi tries not to smile. “You should maybe consider blue. Dyed hair is flashy enough anyway.”

“No way! Then I would match you! And I’m too cool for that!”

Imaizumi stops shaking the bottle of red hair dye into a bowl and frowns as it splatters a bit on his own old tshirt. He always gets Naruko’s red on him no matter how careful he is. “We wouldn’t match at all. In what way would we match.”

“In every other way, hotshot,” Naruko says as he tries to pull at Imaizumi with his eyes still closed, dripping hair flinging droplets all over Imaizumi’s chest, and Imaizumi just sighs as he bends down and kisses Naruko right on the smiling mouth.

“You’re making a mess, Naruko,” Imaizumi says, but he’s smiling now, too.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T

[dynamite]

Ship: imaizumi shunsuke / naruko shoukichi (+ tachibana aya / kanzaki miki)
Fandom: yowapeda
Major tags: none
Other tags: uhhhh imai is dressed like a playboy bunny?
Word count: 691

this is a highly unprofessional working environment.


***


“You're absolutely sure this is going to work,” Special Agent Tachibana grunts. Her arms are crossed over her chest and she looks completely skeptical. “You've yet to corner this guy. What makes you think this time is going to be any different.”

Detective Imaizumi frowns as he looks up from his little leather case book. “I have taken every single possible detail into consideration this time. The previous incidents had offered too little information.”

“Yeah?” Tachibana raises an eyebrow. “And what new information have you gotten for this time?”

The heat rises in Imaizumi’s cheeks. “That's confidential. You'll have to check in with the case supervisor.”

“That would be me!” Commissioner Kanzaki calls out brightly as she steps up beside them. She has two manila folders tucked under her arm. “Come on, Agent Tachibana. You can catch up with me over a coffee. Let the detective secure his area.”

Tachibana levels Imaizumi with a piercing glare before she gives in to Kanzaki’s persistent smile, and then just wordlessly extends a hand to take the two folders. “If you fail to catch the thief this time, you know what happens, right.” Kanzaki loops her arm through Tachibana’s and slowly starts to lead her away, but Tachibana just can’t help herself, throws over her retreating shoulder, “You get to be the bunny this year at the spring picnic charity!”

“I am very aware of that fact,” Imaizumi grits through his teeth as he tugs tight the last loop of the black corset he’s wearing. “Why else would I wear something like this.” The art gallery has been thoroughly cleared for the operation and the gala guests have already started to fill its grand marble-columned halls. Imaizumi fluffs the little bunny tail that sits right on his tailbone; he makes one last adjustment to the bunny ears that sit perched in his dark hair. And then he takes out the historically priceless Lapin Diamond and slips it into the special casing that lets it adorn the little bowtie collar at his throat. “But let’s see that obnoxious little thief try to steal the diamond this time,” Imaizumi says to himself as he takes the tray of champagne flutes and walks out to the upper gallery floor.

“Ka ka ka! Who are you calling obnoxious!”

The small crowd of guests all gasp as the infamous phantom thief, Red Tiger for the flame of his hair and the cheeky stripped mask that hides his face, somersaults from the ceiling to swing wildly from the crystal chandelier that crowns the vaulted hall.

“Just like I said I would, I’m here to steal the beautiful Lapin!” Red Tiger announces cheerfully as he leaps to the railing that runs around the upper gallery floor; he’s perched there right in front of Imaizumi, and he’s so close Imaizumi can touch him. “And that would be you, wouldn’t it,” Red Tiger grins as he picks up a champagne flute from Imaizumi’s tray and takes a sip. There’s the peek of a little white fang, and it gleams like a challenge.

“What,” Imaizumi says. He suddenly feels very naked and unarmed in nothing but his corset and rabbit eats. Where were his backup agents? Imaizumi thinks he suddenly hears the giggling of Agent Tachibana and Commissioner Kanzaki ringing in his ear.

“I like flashy and beautiful things!” Red Tiger smiles, holding up his drink as if toasting to Imaizumi. “And you just happen to be both.”

“What,” Imaizumi tries to say again as Red Tiger leans in and kisses him full on the mouth.

“Come find me alone if you want it back,” Red Tiger calls out as he leaps out of Imaizumi’s range and scales up the chandelier again, disappearing into the night as the backup agents finally mobilise. It’s only then that Imaizumi realises that Red Tiger had plucked the diamond right from his collar, had tucked a slip of paper with a location scratched out on it in black ink, signed with a paw print.

“Looks like your plan worked, Imaizumi-kun,” Miki smiles as her agents swarm the scene. “And looks like mine worked, too. Congratulations on your date.”