Bonus Round 2: AUs

[referees]

Bonus Round 2: AUs

SASO 2015 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).


This round is made for exploration of all those "what-if?" scenarios, like "what if my favorite sports anime was actually a spaghetti western?" or "what if everything was the same except everyone was actually a car?"


This round ends at 7PM on June 27 EDT. Countdown Timer.

RULES

• Submit prompts by commenting to this post with an alternate universe idea, along with a ship from one of our nominated fandoms.
• An AU could be a canon divergence, e.g. "what if [team] didn't win the Inter High in season 1, but [other team] did instead?", or a completely different setting altogether, e.g.s pop idol AU, coffee shop AU, superheroes AU, etc.
• Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work.
• 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)

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, including Grandstand or Sports Teams Write it exactly as it appears on the team roster or your team will not receive points Place the prompt's relationship in the first bolded line of the comment. Including the canon isn't required, but it's nice. Visual example	FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to Write it exactly as it appears on the team roster or your team will not receive points Replace RATING with the rating of your fill (G - E) Place applicable major content tags and word count before your fill (when applicable) NSFW FILLS: Post written/text fills directly to the round with clear tags. Please link to art/visual fills. You can include a small safe-for-work preview if you'd like. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" /> Visual example	FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING] Replace RATING with the rating of your fill, G - E, as explained in the rules Place applicable major content tags and word count before the fill, where applicable NSFW FILLS: Post written/text fills directly to the round with clear tags. Please link to art/visual fills. You can include a small safe-for-work preview if you'd like. To place an image in your comment, use this code: <img src="LINK TO YOUR IMAGE" /> Visual example

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.

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 3 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 4-10: 10 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21+: 2 points 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.

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Comments

PROMPT: TEAM FUKUTOMI JUICHI/KINJOU SHINGO

[catlarks]

Hoshizora Rin/Koizumi Hanayo (love live)

AU in which Rin is a pro tennis player and Hanayo is her personal nutritionist/dietician who totally doesn't try and take care of her employer more than her position requires or merits.

PROMPT: TEAM FUKUTOMI JUICHI/KINJOU SHINGO

[catlarks]

Imaizumi & Midousuji (yowapeda)

AU in which Midousuji is the monster that lives underneath Imaizumi's bed. Except Imaizumi is an adult and a pro cyclist and he really doesn't have time for his personal demon's melodramatic bullshit. Midousuji misses when Imaizumi used to give him the gratification a night terror deserves.

(I'm really not sure whether I want this to be ridiculous or Actually Quietly Terrifying, just. Take it, take it and do with it what you will.)

[uwu_anon]

lira this is so good i hope 2 god this gets filled

PROMPT: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/IZUMIDA TOUICHIROU

[elucidatedlucy]

Manami Sangaku/Teshima Junta, Yowamushi Pedal

Monster AU wherein Teshima Junta is a hunter with a lot to prove and not much talent to use, and Manami is a more-than-bored undead who has been sick and tired of the constant inflow of new hunters throwing themselves at it to die for Centuries now - honestly, Teshima-san, what is it that /you/ can do that all the others can't? Seems like a waste of my time~

PROMPT: TEAM MATSUOKA RIN/NANASE HARUKA

[demfeeeels]

Tachibana Makoto /& Yamazaki Sousuke, Free!

AU in which Sousuke's new college campus is HUGE, and he (being Lostsuke, of course :P) can't find his way to his classes. Good thing he sees a familiar (green-eyed) face, right? ;D

FILL: Team Tachibana Makoto/Yamazaki Sousuke, G

[capsoumako]

No major warnings apply.
Word Count: 475
A/N: Ah, sorry, this was quite short, but I just couldn't help but think that somehow these two dorks would eventually find their way to each other's respective spheres if they attended the same university. ahaha, just like how they found each other in that OVA xD

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He really shouldn’t have skipped out on Freshman Orientation Day. Sousuke glared down at the piece of paper that he was clutching in his right hand. A piece of the notebook paper torn out with a quickly scribbled schedule written down. He had Biology and Math today, but could not for the life of him figure out where the science building was located.

And he was already five minutes late into the lecture, great. He just hoped he could sneak in from the back, a big guy like him would attract quite the stares if he came in from the front of the lecture hall.

He’s been walking for what felt like half an hour and was tossing around the idea of just skipping the first day, they only gave out the syllabus anyways right? And to find a quiet spot to rest or listen to music as he waited for his math lecture to start.

As he made his way across the quad, he accidentally bumped into a guy who flinched back. He didn’t fall over which is what these mishaps usually lead to, so Sousuke assumed he had pretty solid footing and build. He was walking quite fast after all.

“Ah, sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going!” Came the apologetic voice.

Wait a minute, he recognized this guy.

“…Makoto?”

“Ah! Yama- … I mean Sousuke!”

Sousuke extended his hand out for a handshake and was slightly relieved to see a familiar face.

“I didn’t know you went here too.”

“Yeah, it’s good to see a familiar face.” Makoto piped in and smiled widely.

Ah, so the feeling was mutual.

“Were you late to something? You were walking pretty fast.” Makoto asked.

Sousuke grimaced as he weighed the options of telling Makoto how he was already late, but that was because he got lost on their big campus. Well, Makoto was a nice guy, he wouldn’t tease him about it, he hoped.

“Yeah, I missed my first lecture. I couldn’t find it, so I was just going to attend my math one in the afternoon instead.”

Makoto’s laugh was quite lovely, Sousuke noted.

“I’m sorry, I hope you didn’t miss much.” The brunet giggled before tilting his head, “Maths you say? I have mine in the afternoon as well! Do we have the same professer?”

The two of them exchanged schedules and found out that they were in the same math class.

“Ah! We can sit next to each other?” Makoto suggested.

He nodded in agreement. He’ll just follow Makoto and trust him to find their classroom and under the guise that they were attending the same lecture.

Sousuke later learned how one of Makoto’s worst subjects was maths, but luckily for him it was one of the subjects that Sousuke excelled at and there were many more lunch dates after that.

x-o-x-o-x

PROMPT: Team Arakita Yasutomo/Fukutomi Juichi

[daichiis]

Kuroo Tetsuro & Bokuto Koutaro (haikyuu!!)

22 Jump Street au

PROMPT: Team Arakita Yasutomo/Fukutomi Juichi

[daichiis]

Sousuke Yamazaki/Makoto Tachibana &/ Kisumi Shigino (free!)

Cop/Firefighter/bartender au. could be kisumi the bartender setting up two really hot regulars, could be kisumi insinuating that an ot3 is the best way to go, could be kisumi trying to set up his two childhood friends etc.

Re: PROMPT: Team Arakita Yasutomo/Fukutomi Juichi

[stereosymbiosis]

FUCK this is good, too bad i can't fill this

PROMPT: Team Arakita Yasutomo/Fukutomi Juichi

[daichiis]

Daichi Sawamure &/ Kuroo Tetsuro &/ Bokuto Koutaro &/ Oikawa Tooru &/ Ushijima Wakatoshi (haikyuu!!)

percy jackson au.

and honestly I would be okay with any characters and pairings and whatever I JUST WANT THE CAPTAINS TO ALL BE HEADS OF DIFFERENT CABINS

PROMPT: Team Arakita Yasutomo/Fukutomi Juichi

[daichiis]

Sena/Mihashi/Onoda/Hinata (eyeshield 21/oofuri/yowapeda/haikyuu)

College AU where they're end up in a suite together/are roommates. bonus points if they're each on separate sports teams at the same college.

PROMPT: Team Arakita Yasutomo/Fukutomi Juichi

[daichiis]

Daichi Sawamura &/ Kuroo Tetsuro &/ Bokuto Koutaro &/ Oikawa Tooru (haikyuu!!)

Inception AU. Kuroo as Extractor, Oikawa as Architect, Daichi as Point Man and Bokuto as Forger.

PROMPT: Team Arakita Yasutomo/Fukutomi Juichi

[daichiis]

Sohoku and Hakone cycling teams (yowapeda)

MANGA/ANIME SPOILERS

Shingeki no Kyojin au. I would be up for one being scouting legion and another being the military police, or them all as the scouting legion (with kyofushi being titan shifters?)

PROMPT: TEAM MANAMI SANGAKU/TOUDOU JINPACHI

[spicymilktea]

Makishima Yuusuke /& Toudou Jinpachi (Yowapeda)

AU where everything is the same except Makishima is the one obsessed with Toudou instead of the other way around

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[uwu_anon]

Tadokoro & Kankzaki Tooji

AU where the kanzaki's run a daycare and tadokoro is their new, fresh-out-of-high-school employee

PROMPT: Team Arakita Yasutomo/Fukutomi Juichi

[daichiis]

possible spoilers for...every series.

Sousuke Yamazaki & Kinjou Shingo & Takigawa Chris & Abe Takaya & Hiruma Yoichi & Teppei Kyoshi (free!/yowapeda/daiya/oofuri/eyeshield 21/kuroko no basuke)



Physical Therapy au.

FILL: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[swiftling]

1,242 words
anime spoilers

[ spikes this fill into the floor, ARGH this prompt is too good. Could only fit three of them in here, sorry! ]

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It takes Sousuke almost an hour to get to the physical therapist from Samezuka. He chooses it for several reasons: it's far enough away that he won't run into Rin by accident; it specializes in water therapy; and it's well renowned as one of the best training centers in the country, staffed by the same sports medicine experts that work with the Japan's Olympic teams. If he's going to be Rin's rival again someday, the rival he deserves, then Sousuke can't settle for less than the best.

The place isn't just for physical therapy. It's a general training center, with floors dedicated to training for various sports, testing to measure endurance and strength, even a spa. He hasn't bothered glancing at them, though, instead hitting the button for the fourth floor and pulling his hat down lower over his face.

He's usually the only one here at this time. Older athletes are still at work, and younger ones are still at after-school practice or in class. Sousuke pulls up short when he sees someone sitting at the arm bike he usually uses, his white t-shirt slightly transluscent with sweat.

Sousuke's eyes rake over the breadth of his shoulders and the smooth movement of his shoulderblades, then down to the narrow taper of his waist. His arms are thick and strong, but his right one seems a bit jerky as it moves, more hesitant. Sousuke's own shoulder throbs in empathy.

After he checks in with his physical therapist, he chooses another arm bike for himself, so that there's one in-between them. The other man glances over at him, and Sousuke blinks. His eyes are a sharp golden brown, his hair fine and thick and curly. A foreigner, he thinks.

The stranger gives him a half-smile, just a small quirk of his mouth. "Come here often?" he says. His Japanese is sharp and clear, with an inflection that marks him from Tokyo.

Sousuke blinks, then can't help but chuckle. The other man's smile widens before he turns back to the readout on his own arm bike.

"You could say that," Sousuke says. His arms feel a bit stiff as he starts pushing the levers in circles, but he knows from experience that it'll fade in a minute or two. That's what makes this a good warmup for the grueling therapy that's about to follow—no impact, low resistance, aerobic.

For a few minutes they pedal beside each other silently. Sousuke would normally listen to music, but he occupies himself instead by watching the other man. He's not a swimmer, or Sousuke would know him. But he's not unfamiliar, either. He feels like he's seen him around before, somewhere.

Normally he'd keep his own counsel, but something about the way the other man had smiled at him, as if inviting him to a small confidence, loosens his tongue. "What are you in for?" he asks.

The other man's eyes drop, but his answer is calm and clear. "Right rotator cuff."

"Same," Sousuke says, nodding. They share a glance—a wincing, what-can-you-do sort of understanding—and then look back at their bikes. Sousuke thinks that's the end of the conversation, and he's satisfied with that. He almost jumps when the other man speaks again.

"I'm Takigawa," he says. "Takigawa Chris."

No accent, but an English name, Sousuke thinks. Half? "I'm Yamazaki Sousuke," he says. "I'd shake your hand, but."

Takigawa gives a small amused huff and Sousuke's smile widens with a strange feeling of accomplishment.

Eventually, Takigawa's therapist comes over and leads him away to the wall, where he works on inching the fingers of his right hand up and down the wall. Sousuke turns his head to watch him, seeing the way Takigawa's breaths come shorter, the way he clenches his teeth without stopping.

Sousuke hates that exercise. It hurts to stretch the shoulder that way, the pain ratcheting up slowly with every finger-length you gain on the wall. It's a bit weird to watch someone else going through it, to watch someone suffering who isn't him, for once.

When his own warm-up time is finished, Sousuke walks with his trainer past the therapy pool, where he pauses. There's another athlete there, stone-faced as he stands in the pool and does exercises. There's a black weight encircling his left ankle, which he pulls back when he lifts his calf and bends the knee.

"Hamstring curls," Sousuke's therapist says, nodding. "We're doing something similar next, except for your shoulder."

"What happened to him?"

The therapist hesitates, clearly considering patient privacy, before he shrugs. "Cycling accident," he says.

He runs into the cyclist again in the locker room after he's done, his shoulder throbbing even after the ice pack. "Good work today," the other man offers, and Sousuke blinks.

"Oh, you too."

The man accepts this with a graceful tilt of his head. His gaze is penetrating, and Sousuke feels exposed suddenly. He turns away and the other man doesn't press for conversation.

He's surprised when he finishes packing his bag and sees Kinjou already packed and hovering by the door, as if he was waiting for him. "I thought you might like some company to the train," the cyclist says. "That is, if you don't mind walking a little slower."

Sousuke gives a careful, one-shoulder shrug. "Sure."

On their way out he sees Takigawa still exercising, kneeling on a narrow bench while he pulls up a weight with his right arm. He's streaming sweat now, and through the door Sousuke can see a man with yellow hair bent over him, encouraging him. With a blink, he realizes that the trainer is Animal, the guy that's always on the morning shows his mother watches; then he realizes why he's heard the name Takigawa Chris before.

"Damn," he mutters. His companion turns to him, looking quizzical, and he explains. "The other guy here, Takigawa. I just realized, he's a baseball player. I heard he was amazing, but he got benched with a shoulder injury after his first year."

"What a shame," is the reply. "I was injured in my second year, but at least I was able to continue on. What about you?"

Sousuke flinches, then feels angry at himself for the obvious emotional tell. Kinjou just walks beside him, not pushing, limping a little but only if you knew to look for it.

"Overtraining," he says. "First year."

They don't say anything more until they reach the station. "I'm headed to the other platform," he says, and extends a hand. Surprised, Sousuke takes it.

"Until next week," he says.

"Yeah," Sousuke says, surprised. "See you."

He watches as Kinjou slowly climbs the stairs and crosses the overpass to the other side. Kinjou glances at him once, leaning carefully against the wall, and gives him a small wave before pulling out an ipod and a book.

Sousuke doesn't watch him, exactly. He just glances at him every now and then, arms folded so that his left hand can surreptitiously cradle his right elbow, noting how calm he looks. Sousuke always feels like a wound spring after therapy, restless with his own agonizingly slow improvement and snappish with pain, but you'd never know that the other man had just endured an hour of torture in the name of athletics.

His train comes, and he stands despite there being empty seats. Maybe he'll catch his name next time, he thinks as his train pulls out of the station.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[uwu_anon]

Toudou & Arakita & Shinkai

Anyone ever seen the movie Jawbreaker? basically that but with these three particular hakogakus

PROMPT: TEAM AKASHI SEIJUUROU/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU

[apareciums]

Aomine Daiki/Kuroko Tetsuya, KNB

the last of us au, both of them get bitten :")

Prompt: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi

[swiftling]

Daichi/Suga (haikyuu)

Daichi's the new bartender at a billiards bar. Suga's a pool shark who works there.

FILL: TEAM ARAKITA YASUTOMO/FUKUTOMI JUICHI, T

[psiten]

No serious warnings Although of course there's drinking and gambling, given the setting <3
Words: 1743

There's a trick to being a bartender in a new town, and that's to get to know the locals fast before they decide you're not too quick. If the people who count don't think you can hack it as a people person -- the kind who reads people, not the kind who just likes 'em -- that town'll eat you alive. Bartenders have a reputation to uphold as being helpful if you ask him right, and knowing when to keep your mouth shut. Secrets you hear working behind that stretch of polished mahogany are like whispers in the confessional. You don't say a word to regular jacks, not on your life, but if a person asks right and doesn't stick his nose where it don't belong, you've got to know how to point them where they need to go. That means knowing who's solid, and who's trouble.

So when a sweet lookin' drink of water walked in the door, with eyes a little too kind and smile a little too ready to look like he belonged in a smokey pool hall like The Crowbar, I knew he was trouble with a capital T. But a bartender's first rule is, trouble is as trouble does. This sleek little package slipped around the tables with a grace that a real wide-eyed pool virgin never would've managed, coming up to drop his elbows on the bar in front of where I polished the glasses.

He takes me in from top to as close as he can get to my toes, and bites the tip of his thumb as he says, "Tom Collins," like it's a test. I should've known a slip of pretty like him would be a gin man.

"Who's asking?" I answer. I'm reaching for the shaker, measuring out the gin and the lemon juice and sweetening the pot before I put in ice and give it a good, hard shake. It's hard not to blush at the way he shoots at approving glance at my technique -- that, or my biceps, it isn't clear which -- but I wasn't going to lose my cool for the first shark who walked in the door.

He slides onto the stool, not in any hurry to leave. "Sugawara Koushi. Everybody calls me Suga. What about you, New Guy?"

"Sawamura Daichi."

He pulled out a cigarette and tapped it on the pack to settle the tobacco, but didn't reach for a lighter. He just stuck the filter end in his mouth and waited for me to finish topping his drink with soda, a cherry, and a twist of orange. Once I'd set it on a coaster, I reached for the lighter under the bar to do the honors. It's the least a guy can do.

Suga blew his first puff of smoke to the side like a pro. "So what's a nice young man like you doing in a shady joint like this, Sawamura Daichi?" He had a perfect row of pearly teeth set in an innocent smile, and how he kept them that way I still have no idea. He's not the type to get veneers. Once thing I've learned about Suga since that first day is that he's a natural, from the way he laughs at your dumb jokes like they're funny to the way he looks excited as a child at the chance to play pool. I think that's the part that makes him so good at what he does, and at what he does to me.

The Tom Collins seems to meet his standards for a drink, so I tell him, "A man's got to pay rent."

"Ain't that the truth. In fact, I better go make mine while the night's still young. You won't let anyone take my seat, now, would you?"

"Does that mean you're coming back?"

"Not if you don't keep it open, Sawamura Daichi."

"I'll keep the gin cold for you, how about that?"

In a perfect world, I would've been able to watch Suga walk all the way from the bar to the cue rack, drink in hand, cigarette stubbed out in the first ashtray he passed. But it's not a bartender's job to watch a shark's tight ass when there are customers coming in the door. A bartender's job is to pull them their beer and make sure their wings come out hot. By the time he got to look over again, Suga was already reeling in a couple of marks who thought a sweet face on a man fumbling to put together a pool cue was a safe bet for easy money. They laughed at each other with little, knowing looks while Suga told them, "Oh, really? You want to play with me?" and put down a hundred bucks, asking if he wanted to make it interesting.

The fat wallet in Suga's pocket was pretty good bait.

Acting like he hadn't expected that to happen, Suga hunted through his wallet, coming up with a hundred in a mix of twenties, tens, and fives, and even a couple ones. It looked like the last dollar came from some coins he pulled out of his other pocket. His smile could've fooled a snake. The two marks were almost laughing out loud about their easy money, probably planning to blow it all on beer. In fact, I was sure of it, because the marks even called for a round of what everyone was drinking.

Suckers. Not good to spend your money before you've earned it.

After sending two beers and another Tom Collins out to the table with the waitress, glad to see Shimizu was the kind of girl who could trick a man into slamming his hand into a chair when he tried to slap her ass, I tended to the new people coming in the door. Bourbon on the rocks for the lady, hard cider for the man, then some refills for the party in the corner. Not to bad for a Tuesday night. My shark played a long game, too, selling every sunk ball as a lucky shot, just barely pulling out a win with a ball that tipped into the pocket at the last second.

Walking away, like he was thrilled, and surprised to win, and all kinds of things I could just bet he wasn't. His marks practically had to haul him back while Suga made a show of not knowing how to stuff that many bills in his wallet. I didn't have to read lips to know they were saying, "Double or nothing!" They'd bought into the act, and still thought they could make a score.

They'd lost $700 by the time the short one convinced the bald one not to bet his car. A good shark in action is a beautiful thing to watch. And his seat was still open, with plenty of room for him to roll up the bills he'd won and slip them into the pouch hanging on a leather thong under his shirt. The bait money, of course, went back in his wallet.

"That enough to pay your rent?"

"I could probably use another game. Utilities and groceries, you know how it is. Why do you ask?"

I gave him the water he signalled for with a chicken salad sandwich the chef had left me with his name on it. A standing order was no surprise. Suga held his liquor like someone who'd prepared ahead to drink without getting drunk, but getting four drinks in on hard liquor, even mixed, could take anyone's edge off. "Just wondering how long you'll be taking cash off paying customers."

"You know, Daichi, it's not polite for a barman to ask his patrons if they'll be around after shift."

"That's why I didn't ask it that way."

He took a sip of his water, humming through his smile. "Thank Keishin for the sandwich for me."

Which wasn't a no.

From the looks of his marks stalking over to the bar, though, the men Suga had just taken for $700 had gotten an earful of his reputation from some regulars. "Hey, barkeep! You oughta call the cops, this asshole here is a thief!"

The way Suga fluttered his eyes, you'd think he was honestly hurt. Even shocked.

"Now, what's this fuss about?" I asked. No need to call the bouncer for a simple disagreement. They quailed enough at the look in my eyes that backup was superfluous.

"Well... see... this, um. This guy, he cheats! At pool!"

"I hope you're not trying to tell me you've been betting in this establishment." Nodding at the 'No Gambling' sign on the wall, I darkened my glare a little, and they stepped back from Suga's chair. "Is that what you're telling me, gentlemen? Because if that's the case, I may have to call the cops, and it's not going to go the way you want it to. I guarantee that."

"Dude, let's go," the sensible one whispered to his friend. "It's not worth it."

"This isn't over," the other said to Suga while his buddy dragged him out the door.

With a chuckle, Suga told me, "Rich boys. Gucci jeans and Varvados vests in a place like this? If they even admit to their friends they got run, their whole frat house will be down to try their luck and lose a few hundred bucks apiece. Tonight's my lucky night." Then he looked up, hitting me with those wide doe eyes that probably slayed giants every day of the week. "Unless you're planning to call the cops on me. Would you believe me if I said I had no idea gambling was against the rules in this establishment?"

"Not in a million years." Leaning close enough to smell the smoke on his skin and the lemon in his drink, I whispered, "But I figure what you do isn't gambling, so I'll call it even."

I couldn't stay longer than that. Always another customer to greet, always another drink to pour. When I got back, Suga was back at the tables, cruising for another mark to pay his grocery bill. But the napkin by his plate had a few digits written down in blue pen, and the words, "Call me when your rent's paid up, so I know you're sticking around."

Sugamura Koushi liked to play the long game, that's a fact. And that's how I fell for a pool shark, hook, line, and sinker.

PROMPT: team daiya no ace

[kuramochi]

abe takaya &/ ichihara yutaka, oofuri

in which sakitama's new first year catcher is abe takaya and icchan's life is maybe not easier but difficult in an entirely different way.

what if i prompt nothing but minor oofuri characters that i've spent far too many tears on from now on. what if.

PROMPT: TEAM KOUSAKA HONOKA/MINAMI KOTORI

[ninja_ninjin]

Kenma &/ Kuroo (haikyuu) (platonic or non-platonic)

Distant future. Kenma is the head engineer at a leading robotics company about to make a breakthrough in android AI technology. In secret, Kenma creates a new prototype android (Kuroo) and programs it with the all the traits that he himself wishes he had.

The plot thickens as Kenma's creation (Kuroo) starts acting a bit -too- real, and perhaps a bit....too human.

FILL: TEAM SAWAMURA DAICHI/SUGAWARA KOUSHI, G

[swiftling]

No Major Tags
1091 words

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He shouldn't have used the cat AI as its starting point, Kenma thinks, as KR-00 drapes itself across his keyboard for the third time in the past three hours.

"You're in the way," Kenma murmurs, eyes flicking above the console to the wall of screens before him.

"You've been working for hours, master," KR-00 says, its voice a low, smooth drawl. "Take a break."

"I can't. The company's pushed the deadline 24 hours earlier than expected, there's too much to do."

"You won't even grab a bite to eat with me? Master, I'm hurt." Its eyelids droop with amusement. The eyes Kenma installed behind that thin synthetic skin and those thick lashes are the cutting edge in visual technology. They have HD recording capability and zoom capacity of up to 400 times that of a normal human's. Internally, the cameras are surrounded by delicately crafted metal to hold them in place, filament-thin wires that connect the ocular system to the main processing shaft, levers and pulleys that allow quick, easy movement.

KR-00 is Kenma's masterwork, the culmination of a decade of effort and experimentation, and the android is using all of that to—what, exactly?

"You are not injured," Kenma tells it. "You haven't even been deployed in the field yet."

KR-00 rolls its eyes, its mouth twisting in a phenomenal mimicry of human exasperation. "Not physically," it says, placing a hand over its chest, which houses a central processing core surrounded by heat sinks and a nearly-indestructible protective layer of graphene. "I meant here. You're acting so cold, it's breaking my heart."

"KR-00, stand up," Kenma snaps. The android immediately moves to obey, its golden eyes never leaving Kenma's face.

He resumes typing as soon as the android moves clear, eyes flicking over the rows of code before him. "You don't have a heart," Kenma says. "You're not a biological creature. Your programming allows you to perfectly mimic human emotion in order to facilitate interaction, but you do not feel emotions. Robots are incapable of such things."

KR-00 says nothing for some time, and Kenma uses the silence to finangle a few more bugs out of the program his team is working on. He jumps when it finally speaks again; it was so still and silent that Kenma had almost forgotten it was there.

"I do feel things," it says. "I care about you. I'm worried that you'll overwork yourself. I feel lonely when you stay holed up in this room for too long."

"Programming," Kenma says, "should not be confused for emotion. You should know better than that, KR-00."

The android sighs and murmurs, "As you wish, master."

--

KR-00 is finally cleared by the board to begin taking missions after six more months of rigorous testing. Its physical and mental limitations are scrutinized and recorded so that

"What about emotional?" KR-00 asks after the last test is done. It's just lifted 250 kilograms and held it aloft for the last half-hour, but it shows no signs of exertion. It does not pant or sweat; its skin does not flush red. It is, after all, a perfectly designed machine.

Kenma leaves the test area and KR-00 trots after him as if pulled by an imaginary tether. "Your social engineering capabilities were tested last month," he reminds it. "The board is confident with your ability to infiltrate any organization."

"Sure, I can make people feel things," KR-00 says. When Kenma glances to the side he sees that its lips have parted in a smug grin. "I know I'm hot, and I know how to figure out what people want to hear."

Kenma shrugs, acknowledging the fact, and KR-00's smile fades a bit at the lack of response.

"But what about what I feel?" the android continues. "Aren't you worried that I might become emotionally compromised?"

Kenma swipes his keycard through the door lock, leans forward to allow the retina scan to verify his identity. Kozume Kenma, Head Engineer, Nekoma Robotics Corporation, the screen flashes, and the door slides open.

"I don't know why you keep insisting that you have emotions," Kenma says as he enters his small apartment. With a sigh he shucks off his coat and drapes it over the couch. "You're an android. You can't develop attachments that you're not programmed with."

Kenma stiffens at the feel of cool, soft skin connecting with his jaw. KR-00 turns his face until they're looking at each other. In that moment Kenma is suddenly aware of the intense strength and capability this android has, how it could literally tear a man apart if it felt it necessary.

"But I'm attached to you, master," KR-00 points out, its voice pitched towards petulance. Kenma's fear blinks out.

He brushes its hand away, moving towards the kitchen. "I'm your creator. Of course you're attached to me."

"If they ordered me to kill you, I wouldn't," KR-00 says, following him.

"You would," Kenma says, pouring himself a glass of water. "They'd just rewrite that section of the code."

"No," KR-00 says, and Kenma pauses at the note of frustration in its voice. "I wouldn't."

Kenma looks over and is startled to see that the android actually has tears standing in its eyes. They're synthetic of course, sterile water, but—

"Why are you crying?" Kenma asks, fascinated. He reaches up and brushes gently at one damp eyelid.

"Because I care about you," KR-00 bursts out. "Master. Kenma. Why won't you believe that you were capable of creating something that can feel?"

"Because it's impossible."

"They said ten years ago that I was impossible. But look." KR-00 reaches out to push its fingers between Kenma's own, interlocking them. "Master, you're the smartest scientist on the planet. If anyone could build me, it was you."

Kenma looks down at their interlocked hands, blinking thoughtfully. KR-00 doesn't need to breathe—but in that moment it feels as if it is holding its breath.

"I'll accept it as a working hypothesis," Kenma says, "but if you were ordered to kill me, you should. It's not a betrayal."

KR-00 shakes his head but Kenma tugs on his hand, catching his attention again. "It would be the right thing to do," Kenma says, eyes unblinking, "because if you don't follow your orders then they'll decommission you, and nothing would make me sadder than that."

KR-00's face goes utterly blank as it processes Kenma's words. "You care about me?" it asks eventually.

Kenma sighs. "It would be impossible not to. After all," he looks up with a slight smile, "I am only human."

PROMPT: TEAM LOVE LIVE!

[elts]

ayase eli /& haiba lev // love live!/hq!!

childhood friends au!

(where did this thought even come from)

Re: PROMPT: TEAM LOVE LIVE!

[nachtangel]

ogm i love this, im totally filling it

PROMPT: TEAM LOVE LIVE!

[elts]

bokuto koutarou/kuroo tetsurou // hq!!

met at a shitty summer camp au

PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

[doxian]

Koga Kimitaka / or & Sugimoto Terufumi or Sugimoto Terufumi / or & Tachibana Aya (Yowamushi Pedal)

AU where Sugimoto is the club manager instead of Miki.

super bonus points if Miki is on the team instead of being written out completely

FILL: TEAM Aoyagi Hajime/Izumida Touichirou, G

[luckycricket33]

warnings for: some light injury/scrapes, and sadness
word count: 1322

Damn, it stings.

Literally, Aya’s elbow stings. She runs it under the cold water of the outdoor tap, gingerly rinsing dust and gravel out of another shallow scrape. Aya is careful not to get her other band-aids wet, because then she’d have to reapply them, and she’s already gone through a box and a half of those big ones. Her arms and legs are covered in bruises and blisters and her muscles are sore as hell, and she marvels that the thing that aches the most isn’t a scrape at all, but this heated knot in her chest. She hates the cycling club, she hates her traitorous road racer, and in this moment, she totally despises Sugimoto Terufumi.

Cycling club manager Sugimoto had been bugging her ever since day one. When Aya was trapped on the rollers, her back wheel held static in a stand, Sugimoto sat on the low brick wall of the nearby flowerbed and shouted tips at her. He read aloud to her from a beginner’s guide to road racing, and when he finished that last Friday, he started reading her articles from cycling magazines. A couple times, he had tried to push race footage DVDs into her hands so she could take them home and study them. “It’s fine, I’ve got plenty of other videos at home! My family- big into races- little sibling has a road racer too, you know, and my father- I know all about this already, you could still pick up a thing or two from it!”

Sugimoto had found in Aya a captive audience. The fact that she was stuck learning the fundamentals of road racing was enough of an invitation for him to barge in and prattle on about everything he knew. Every second she spent with him was a reminder that she was new to this, and she had signed up for something she wasn’t good at, and that until she could keep up with the team she was going to be deprived of the entire reason she joined in the first place – spending time with Miki.

Aya had dropped tennis upon entering high school because Miki, sweet as flowers and hard as steel, who dreamed of reminding people that road racing was a co-ed sport, practically begged her to join the cycling team. Aya could ride a bike, of course, but the road racer was a different beast. She kept falling off the triple rollers. And while she hadn’t pulled in dead last in the welcome race, she might as well have; Onoda only dropped out of the race because she’d pushed herself into winning the mountain title, and Kawada, the soccer player, had dropped the club.

The worst part of Sugimoto Terufumi was that deep down, Aya thought, she deserved this plague. If she were only better at biking, she could be free of him; and if she continued allowing him to inflict his presence on her, she hoped, maybe the punishment would motivate her into some kind of athletic epiphany. And so fittingly today, when they were supposed to be doing exercise to gauge everyone’s riding styles, Captain Kinjou wouldn’t even spare an upperclassman for her. No, Aya had to ride with the manager.

It was a good thing they headed out last, and that the previous pair of Imaizumi and Teshima was far along enough to not see or hear them, because Aya and Sugimoto hadn’t even made it down two turns in the hill at the front of the school without getting hurt.

“Now, this exercise must be… so that you can see what proper form looks like! I know the captain said overtaking was allowed, but that probably doesn’t apply to us as much. Just stay near and watch me. I have pretty good stamina, so we can just keep this up until you need to take a break,okay? You haven’t seen me on my darling Colnago-chan yet, have you? The brand is Italian, it’s very well-known… You could take a look at it later, if you like! Ah, but there’s no rush. You and I are going to have the whole afternoon…”

The whole afternoon! Trapped, with this horrible stuck-up- he was her age! Miki could tell her all about bike brands and form, if Miki weren’t out at the front of the pack going head-to-head with Kinjou right now, in a real race, because Miki, unlike Aya, could prove her worth. Well, Aya wasn’t going to have any more of it. She pedaled past Sugimoto still on the downhill, trying to escape the torrent of useless bragging that spewed constantly from his mouth.

“Tachibana, hey- stay behind and watch m-”

“No!” Aya finally snapped at him. Oh god, it felt so good to be vicious after two weeks of holding back. She turned her head to the side to make sure he could hear, over her shoulder, when she yelled “who do you think you are?” The action cost Aya her balance, and right at the second bend in the slope, she hurtled off the path and skittered into the gravel at the side of the road.

Sugimoto pulled up short and leaned Colnago-chan carefully on a nearby wall. “Woah! I told you to let me lead,” he sputtered as Aya untangled herself from her road bike. Blood began to dot her newest scrapes. “It looks like you’re hurt, we can get you back to the clubroom, good thing you didn’t get too far.”

“Ugh!” Aya spat, as she slowly lifted herself to both feet. “I’ve had it with you! You never shut up! And stop! Stop- bragging all the time! Miki knows more than you do! And if- if you’re so good at this, why don’t you even compete!? Huh?” It felt amazing to have an external target for her frustration. Sugimoto looked stunned.

His mouth opened and closed a few times before he managed to stutter out, “Tachibana… I, um… we, we need to get you first aid…”

“I’ll show you who needs first aid!”

Aya grabbed the front of his jersey – stupid, expensive clothes to match his stupid expensive bike – and swung him around, pivoting on one foot habitually like when she had swung a racquet, past where she’d fallen, throwing him into a spiny little shrub. And for good measure, she yanked the Colnago off the wall and shoved it down on top of him, before stalking bitterly back up the hill – on foot.

That left Aya in the present, washing dirt out of another scrape. She didn’t want to think about what Miki would say when she made the full lap back to the school and found out what happened.

“T… Tachibana.”

Aya just whipped her head up; a wide-eyed glare was already in place, waiting for him.
So, Sugimoto had the nerve to come back so soon.

“I brought the… the antibacterial ointment, and stuff, you know. I mean we, we’ve done th, just like… like the last couple times, um… you fell off…”

The manager had been in charge of the first-aid kit. Aya glanced past him; Sugimoto had walked both of their bikes up the slope – one in each hand? – and slotted them neatly into the rack before approaching her.

“I… um, look, I just… you’re right… that I don’t… compete, it’s just… hahhh,” Sugimoto was still struggling for words. “I’m only, just alright, even though I know… the theory… and I was excited to meet you because you were new, and maybe you could use my help… You’re a good athlete, really. You just don’t have experience. Yet, I mean, with, with bikes.”

Aya furrowed her brow and held out one hand for the ointment and band-aids. She noticed Sugimoto hadn’t touched any of his own scratches before coming to meet her – but none of them were really bleeding, just red.

Aya spread the cream on her arm and it stung a little less.

PROMPT: TEAM NISHINOYA YUU/TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE

[snuggy4589]

Tanaka Ryuunosuke/Nishinoya Yuu (Haikyuu!!)

AU where Tanaka falls in love with Nishinoya at first sight and tries to hide his feelings by acting Agressively Straight. He's good at keeping up the act until Nishinoya gets fed up and confesses to him.
(please don't use the word bro in this. like ever.)

Re: PROMPT: TEAM NISHINOYA YUU/TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE

[elts]

bless you for restricting "bro" *prayer hand emoji*

PROMPT: TEAM NISHINOYA YUU/TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE

[snuggy4589]

Kenma Kozume/Tsukishima Kei (Haikyuu!!)

AU where they're pro gamers/youtubers/streamers and constantly end up on opposing teams until one of them gets so frustrated that they ask for a 1v1 to decide who's the best
(i will love u if u include sexual frustration leading to angry makeouts. and both of them being snarky nerds.)

PROMPT: TEAM NISHINOYA YUU/TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE

[snuggy4589]

Kozume Kenma/Aone Takanobu (Haikyuu!!)
NSFW BELOW

AU where Kenma is a camboy for fun and extra cash, but he enjoys private shows with one customer a little more than he should.
(i will cry tears of joy if u include them actually meeting up and kenma really liking how big and quiet aone is)

PROMPT: TEAM NANASE HARUKA/TACHIBANA MAKOTO

[doxian]

Makishima Yuusuke / or & Tachibana Makoto (ywpd & Free!)

sooo Makishima and Makoto's VAs are both also vocalists (Showtaro Morikubo and Tatsuhisa Suzuki)

therefore - visual kei or J-Rock AU where Maki and Makoto are the vocalists/frontmen of their respective bands :]

i... think this is particularly interesting with them bc they're both so ill/well-suited to that kinda role? (Maki with his individualistic streak and bizarre sense of style, but he also hates being the centre of attention, and Makoto who can be p shy and bashful but is also super charming... not sure how well that sweet disposition translates to being a singer for a rock band though :') )