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.

Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!

Comments

PROMPT: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU

[ennoshita]

akaashi keiji/&akashi seijuurou, haikyuu!! / knb

freaky friday au....their relationship prior to the switch is up to u!! hence the /& c:

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

[dynamite]

Imaizumi Shunsuke &/ Fukutomi Juichi &/ Arakita Yasutomo, Yowapeda

What if Imaizumi had gone to Hakogaku instead? He's a top ranking, highly dedicated cyclist from a well-to-do family -- a natural fit for the prestigious cycling program there.

Bonus: Would Fukutomi support him in the same way as Kinjou? Would Arakita get him all worked up like Naruko as they jostled for the position of ace assist? I have so many questions.

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

[dynamite]

Arakita Yasutomo &/ Manami Sangaku &/ Onoda Sakamichi , Yowapeda

Arakita works as a transporter, and the cargo is... Manami and Onoda? (What the hell, Fuku-chan.)

i.e. an AU where Things Escalate Quickly

Re: PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

[nobetterpicture]

Would you prefer high action/adventure hijinks or like...Arakita's driving them across the country and accidentally leaves Onoda at a rest stop and Manami keeps sticking his head out of the car window when a truck's nearby and Arakita breaks his phone when Fuku stops answering

PROMPT: TEAM KOUSAKA HONOKA/MINAMI KOTORI

[underscored]

pyunsuke & yamazaki sousuke, free

au where pyunsuke can talk and starts speaking to sousuke

Re: PROMPT: TEAM KOUSAKA HONOKA/MINAMI KOTORI

[hapaxlegomenon]

...I should do this

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

[dynamite]

Midousuji Akira / Onoda Sakamichi, Yowapeda

What if Onoda had won their race to the pharmacy.

(WHAT IF THEY GO ON AN ANIME DATE.)

Re: PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

[kiriska]

!!!!!!!!!!!!

PROMPT: TEAM SAWAMURA DAICHI/SUGAWARA KOUSHI

[bandera]

karasuno vbc ( haikyuu!! )

marching band au!!!

examples but not at all required: nishinoya on color guard because he wanted to pick up chicks, kageyama and hinata viciously competing for section leader, yamaguchi with an instrument way too big for him, exasperated drum major daichi............. the possibilities are endless!!!

THIS DOESN'T COUNT BUT

[kiriska]

this doesn't count because I drew it prior to SASO, but omg I AM ALL ABOUT MARCHING BAND AUs.

PROMPT: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta

[kiriska]

Arakita /& Kinjou (optional: & Makishima & Tadokoro) (Yowamushi Pedal)

AU where Arakita goes to Sohoku instead of Hakogaku and they meet as freshman.

FILL: team daiya no ace, T

[kuramochi]

a lot of swears, 602 words.
in an ideal world with enough time/energy i will someday do this properly, but pls accept this small taste in the meantime.

"it's hard when you don't have a direction," kinjou says, a gentleness in his voice that arakita doesn't want to acknowledge.

"shut up," he says, wiping at the dirt on his face. his jersey is grassy, stained by the tumble he took earlier, a bright spark of pain on the inside of his cheek where his teeth scraped flesh. his elbow doesn't hurt; arakita wishes it did. it would make it easier to stay hostile. kinjou leans toward him, the black frames of his glasses corralling all the disgusting earnestness in his eyes into tiny rectangular windows, steady green irises burning on arakita's face.

"you've come this far," kinjou says. he smells like sweat and sunlight and compassion and arakita hates him a little. "you can go farther. what do you want?"

"i told you," he says. "i want you to shut up."i don't even know why i'm here, is what he means, and kinjou smiles like he understands. bastard.

"let's head back," kinjou says, standing up. he offers arakita a hand. "i'll buy you a drink."

"i don't want any of your goddamn fucking tea," arakita says, but he takes kinjou's hand and pulls himself up, winces at the soreness in his legs.

"you'll get used to it," kinjou says, and arakita doesn't bother asking which part he means.

*

two years later, the two of them limp up onto the interhigh podium with less hair and more scars, arms slung around one another's shoulders. tadokoro and makishima flank them on either side, and arakita isn't sure his feet are actually touching the ground. "you made it," tadokoro is saying, always so fucking loud, but arakita's head is swimming too fast for him to land his habitual snap.

"wouldn't miss it," kinjou says, grunts as they hit the steps. the first years are up there already, onoda staring at them with those giant moon eyes, and arakita snorts, trying for dismissive and landing on fond.

"you're all such freaks," he says, and kinjou squeezes his shoulder.

"takes one to know one," makishima says, and it's so stupid but they're all laughing by the time they take that tiny step up onto the winner's platform.

later, arakita sits beside kinjou in the van, listening to teshima's excited narration from the front seat. he looks at kinjou's profile, silhouetted against the window, a shifting blur of sea and sky. it's so familiar now that arakita could trace it with his eyes closed. the man who never gives up. fucking jerk.

"looks like we made it, old man," he says.

"you're eight months older than me," kinjou says mildly, looking up from his training diary.

arakita scoffs, waving the distinction away. "you're older than i'll ever be," he says, trying to ignore the fondness in kinjou's smile.

"we wouldn't have made it here without you," kinjou says, that same steadfast sincerity as the first time arakita failed to get a rise out of him. "thank you."

"don't get all sentimental on me," arakita says, trying to act like his chest isn't starting to ache with warmth.

kinjou just touches his shoulder, the way he does when he knows arakita isn't being honest, a signal that he knows but isn't going to push. arakita loves it and hates it at the same time. he pushes out a breath, leans into kinjou's palm.

"so," he says. "what now?"

kinjou looks at him, gentle and steady, the softness of his gaze glowing on arakita's skin as he says, "that's up to you, isn't it?"

arakita swallows and looks away. "yeah," he says. "i guess it is."

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

[dynamite]

Teshima Junta / Manami Sangaku, Yowapeda

A fight club AU, not necessarily Fight Club AU.

Listen, just. Manami and Teshima going overboard at each other in every AU.

Re: PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

[sylphofkarkat]

YOU'RE DOING THE WORLD A LOT OF GOOD

PROMPT: TEAM FUKUTOMI JUICHI/KINJOU SHINGO

[krankran]

Imaizumi+Naruko+Onoda (Yowaushi pedal)

Gintama AU where Gintoki = Imaizumi, Kagura = Naruko and Shinpachi = Onoda

FILL: SWAG2016, no tags

[(Anonymous)]

participant 9. this probably isn't what you wanted but um here,

“imaizumi-kun, i’m back!” onoda announces as he slides open the door to the apartment where imaizumi and naruko are staying. kinjou, who operates a snack bar downstairs, rented out the empty space above it to them, and onoda considers it his home away from home when the dojo he and makishima inhabit is empty. he removes his shoes, leaves them at the foyer, and walks into the living room slash yorozuya office and sees a familiar silhouette looking out over the balcony.

"imaizumi-kun," he says again. "i'm back from summer vacation. did i miss anything?"

imaizumi turns around. "oh onoda." onoda stares at imaizumi, and his glasses slide down his face from the mere shock. "welcome back."

that's definitely imaizumi shunsuke standing in front of him, onoda thinks, but that's not his usual outfit. instead of the white kimono with sky blue swirls adorning the edges that imaizumi is so fond of, he's dressed head to toe in skin-tight yellow and white spandex, red trimming the sides. onoda squints at the lettering down the sides of imaizumi's new short-sleeved uniform.

"sohoku...?" onoda whispers. imaizumi looks down at his sleeve.

"oh this?" he asks, tugging at the sleeve to get a better look at the sohoku blazoned upon it. "apparently, samurai shows aren't too popular anymore so we've been upgraded to a sports anime." onoda looks down at his own white and blue hakama. not the most ideal clothing to bike in. "have you cycled before onoda?" imaizumi asks.

"i...no...i haven't imaizumi-kun...all i know is the way of the sword that makshima-san and i were taught at the dojo before our father passed away..." onoda stumbles over to the couch and falls into it, never taking his eyes off imaizumi. he was gone for one week. how could things have changed so much?

"it's not your fault," imaizumi says. "the author thought this route would be the best way to go so here we are." onoda looks over to the corner and sees that next to the tv is a blue bicycle that hadn't been there before.

"why is there...a bicycle there?" onoda asks. imaizumi flicks his eyes over to where onoda is looking at the scott bike propped up against the wall and lets out an "ah."

"the silver scooter is no more," imaizumi states, and onoda is slightly freaked out at how calmly imaizumi is taking this all in. "i ride a bike now. i can dance on it and everything. i'm what they call an all-rounder."

onoda looks up to the ceiling. one week.

the door slides open with a bang, followed by a loud "kakaka!", and onoda whips around at the sound.

"naruko-kun!" he shouts. he's glad naruko doesn't seem to have changed. but his smile drops as he sees that naruko. too, is in a sohoku uniform, typical red changshan nowhere in sight. "not you too..." he groans.

"hey onoda! you're back!" naruko rips his shoes off and sprints over to onoda on the couch. "hey hotshot," he throws imaizumi's way. imaizumi snorts at him and moves to be on onoda's other side.

"naruko-kun, imaizuki-kun, can you please explain why we've suddenly become a biking anime...last i checked we were a historical fiction parody..."

naruko and imaizumi turn to each other, lock eyes for a second, and lean in closer, each of them on either side of onoda.

they solemnly whisper, for the points.

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

[dynamite]

Imaizumi Shunsuke / Naruko Shoukichi, Yowapeda

Sengoku Basara AU.... you see where I'm going with this. Imaizumi as Masamune and Naruko as Yukimura.

FILL: TEAM YOWAMUSHI PEDAL, G

[cinderellaboy]

NO WARNINGS
DAMNIT WHAT IF I COULD SUBJECT LINE PROPERLY. sorry.
for real though, this prompt is gold. can someone with actual skill fill it please akjhkawhe

PROMPT: TEAM AKASHI SEIJURO/KUROKO TETSUYA

[jaegermeister24]

Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio or Hinata Shouyou/Kozume Kenma (Haikyuu!)

Kageyama/Kenma only came to get coffee before he heads off to class. Instead he comes across a bright-eyed barista and opts to stay for more. (CoffeeShop!AU) ((Im sorry. I just really like cafe aus)

FILL: TEAM ABE TAKAYA/MIHASHI REN, G

[grassandcitrus]

No major content warnings, 931 words

[i live for coffee shop aus, so alas, i cannot judge you. also, what kenma orders is taken word for word from someone who once ordered coffee before me on campus, i'm not even kidding]

There was a distinct chance that stopping for coffee would make him late for class, but he’d been up late last night playing games, and he really didn’t think he could make it through an entire class this early in the day without some sort of encouragement.

Which is how he found himself groggily staring at his phone in line behind so many people, waiting just to be able to place an order. He could hear the talking of the people in line in front of him, mostly with the chatty barista. Some people just didn’t understand how to act this early.

“Excuse me?” Kenma heard from in front of him, and looked up from his phone to see that the line in front of him had emptied out, and there was no one standing in front of him. He looked up to where the barista was looking at him with a smile almost as bright as his hair.

“Are you ready to order?” the barista prompted him, nudging him a little - he was obviously experienced with dealing with people who weren’t entirely awake. Kenma tried to shake out of his sleepy state, and tried to figure out what to order.

When he couldn’t come up with a actual order, he just sighed and asked, “Could you give me the largest size of whatever has the most caffeine in it? With, uh, two shots of caffeine.”

The barista laughed, and Kenma felt himself warming up to this barista, the one with this lovely laugh. Even if he is chipper at ungodly times of the morning.

“Late night?” he asked even as he turned around to start making the order. Kenma glanced over the counter to see that this barista seemed to be the only one working right now, which probably explained the wait from earlier.

“Yeah,” Kenma answered, still not alive enough to make conversation with the admittedly very cute barista - not that he likely would have been able to at any point in time.

“Studying? Or something else?” he asked as his hands moved quickly about the task of fixing Kenma’s coffee and he couldn’t even follow everything that he was doing behind the counter.

“Video games,” Kenma said without an ounce of shame. This guy may be really, really cute, but that doesn’t mean he stood a chance with him anyway. This shouldn’t bother him, but he wasn’t the best at rationalizing things in the morning.

“Oh man, I was there just a couple days ago. My friend Kageyama told me about this new game that came out and suddenly there I was, pulling an all nighter. The day after sucked, but I still don’t regret it,” he told Kenma, twirling around and presenting the large cup of coffee to Kenma. “Order up for - hmm, I didn’t catch your name?”

“Kenma,” he answered without thinking, taking a sip of the still-hot coffee. It burnt his mouth, but he couldn’t bring himself to care, because it tasted so good, and he already felt more alive than he had before. He blinked thoughtfully as he said, “That’s good.”

The other guy laughed, a sweet, high noise. Kenma thought he felt the blood rush to his head as he thought about how cute the other guy was being. “Ohh, did I knock your socks off? That’s what I aim for.”

“Hmm,” Kenma answered, then looked up to where the other guy was staring at him thoughtfully, and Kenma was definitely blushing now, with his intense gaze focused only on him.

“Shouyo,” the other guy said, and Kenma just looked at him. “That’s my name,” he clarified.

“Oh,” Kenma commented, looking down at his coffee bashfully. He wasn’t sure how this conversation should go, but he was pretty sure he was doing it wrong.

“Do you have somewhere you need to be?” Shouyo asked him, and Kenma answered before he could think better of it, “Probably.”

Shouyo laughed that laugh again, and it was already doing things weird things to his stomach.

“Probably?”

“I have class in,” Kenma looked down at his phone and said, “seven minutes ago.”

Upon Kenma’s clarification Shouyo let out a loud snort that likely would have woken up any patrons who hadn’t already been woken up by their coffee.

“Should you go do that?” he asked, genuinely asking, and Kenma already knew what his answer would be.

“Yeah, probably. But I’m kinda doing something more important right now?”

Shouyo’s eyes widened, if that was even possible, and then his smile brightened, as if that was possible. “You’re willing to skip class to talk to me?”

“I’m willing to skip class for a lot of reasons, but yeah, this conversation makes the list,” Kenma said bluntly. Shouyo leaned against the bar between them and brought his head closer to Kenma, which made his heart flutter in his chest.

“Well, if you can stick around for another half hour till I get off, maybe I’ll skip class so we can go play that game I was talking about,” he told Kenma, not bringing his head any closer or further away from Kenma’s.

“T-that sounds good,” Kenma responded. Shouyo leaned away from the counter, still shorter than Kenma even after straightening up, and just smiled again. Kenma let out a breath.

There was a distinct chance he wasn’t going to do anything school related today, and he quite frankly couldn’t get himself to care as he watched the orange haired boy start to vigorously clean the counters while chirping away about the game they would play later.

PROMPT: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/TESHIMA JUNTA

[hapaxlegomenon]

Arakita Yasutomo & Toudou Jinpachi; Yowamushi Pedal

Arakita and Toudou team up to take on The Amazing Race.

Re: PROMPT: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/TESHIMA JUNTA

[nobetterpicture]

DAMMIT

PROMPT: TEAM OIKAWA TOORU/USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

[ts_smeliot]

Naruko/&Imaizumi/&Onoda Yowamushi Pedal

Gossip Girl AU, where our favorite cyclists are now Upper East Side-dwelling high school socialites with more money and teenage drama than you can possibly shake a stick at. You choose who the Blair Waldorf and Serena van der Woodsen of Sohoku/Hakogaku will be.

Hint: Midousuji was Gossip Girl all along.

PROMPT: TEAM FUKUTOMI JUICHI/KINJOU SHINGO

[blueminuet]

Makishima Yuusuke /& Onoda Sakamichi (Yowamushi Pedal)

Onoda works night shift at a tech support call center. Makishima is the older, more experienced tech that is the only other person on night shift.

Maki isn't a supervisor, but will pretend to be if Onoda gets a mean customer and lets Onoda "escalate" the call so Maki can lay down the law with them.

PROMPT: TEAM HAIKYUU!!

[simpleruser]

Nozomi/Eli (Love Live!)

Flowershop au where Nozomi is getting into the meanings of flowers and Eli works at the shop and doesn't know nearly enough for her purposes but would like to help anyway. end result involves lots of red roses and the meaning there of.

FILL: TEAM FUKUTOMI JUICHI/KINJOU SHINGO, M

[catlarks]

Major Tags: None
Word Count: 1,649

I know a flower shop AU is usually supposed to take place inside the flower shop itself but listen, I had priorities here.

-

Nozomi meets Eli at the door, with a smile dawning warm across her face and flowers already twined into the plait of her hair. Her hands come up to help support the box Eli is balancing, which only earns her an arch, questioning look for her troubles.

"They're for me," Nozomi says. "The least I can do is help."

"What do you think I do with every other delivery I make?" Eli asks. "I can balance a box of plants on my own."

"I don't know," Nozomi says, "I've been trying to get you to come by for ages just so I could find out, but you're never the one they send with the deliveries."

Eli stops, her hands faltering just enough on the box that for a single moment, Nozomi can feel its weight supporting itself on her palms. But then Eli shakes her head and pulls the box back, and Nozomi makes no effort to prevent her from drawing it away.

"Do you remember what these mean?" Nozomi asks, reaching up to touch one of the stems wound through her hair with her freed-up hands.

Eli's eyes narrow for a moment, thoughtfully, scanning over the waxy white petals of the daisies Nozomi has taken the time to wind into her braid. "Innocence," she says after a moment. "I do know that one."

Nozomi smiles at her, and Eli shakes her head, even as her lips are curling to smile back.

"You shouldn't advertise so falsely," she says. "There's nothing innocent about the way you think at all."

"Maybe not," Nozomi says. "But I did want you to come and see the garden, that much is true."

"Is that where you'd like these?" Eli asks, nodding down at the individual planters nestled in the box, each with a gladiolus inside just starting to bloom.

"I'll show you the way," Nozomi says, slipping out of the door and sliding past Eli, light on bare feet as she leads the way around the little house. She can feel the moistness of the earth underneath her heels, her steps light and quick until she pauses to unlatch the garden gate.

"I'm not here to see the garden," Eli reminds her, gently. "I have to get back to work after this."

"Oh, take a moment," Nozomi says. "Maybe there was traffic. Or a minor accident. The store can do without you for more than fifteen minutes. And." She glances back at Eli, as she gestures for Eli to walk before her into the small fenced-in yard. "Those aren't really for me."

"These aren't?" Eli asks, as she steps past Nozomi when she's bid to precede her. "If they aren't, please do tell me why I've brought them to your house."

"They are for my garden," Nozomi says, temporizing. "But they're also for you."

"Hmm?" Eli hums, an inquiring note in her voice as she shifts the box to rest against her side. "Most people, they buy a girl a bouquet, not a box of live flowers which they then ask the girl to drive with across the city."

"Gladiolus," Nozomi says, glossing right over Eli's complaint. "What does that one mean?"

Eli's eyes go wide for a moment, and then she's shaking her head even as she tries to keep her mouth from smiling. "I know that one, too. Strength of character."

"So, like I said," Nozomi points out, gesturing toward a nearby garden bench in indication that Eli might set down the heavy box. "They're for you."

Eli's expression softens underneath the unapologetic weight of Nozomi's stare, before she slowly, slowly turns to set down the box of planters. Nozomi watches the curve of her spine as she bends, watches the way Eli's ponytail bobs to one side as she leans down and bounces back up again when she rises. Nozomi steps forward, and her hand falls against Eli's shoulder. Eli turns into the touch, like she's expecting it.

"I don't know why you think that," Eli says, softly. "I may be strong enough to carry a box of flowers, but I've hardly proven anything to you."

"You don't have to," Nozomi says, leaning forward so that their noses nearly brush, and their foreheads touch. "I figured it out all on my own."

She kisses Eli, light on the mouth like she doesn't dare to take more than a taste, her hand sliding from Eli's shoulder down to catch at Eli's wrist. Her fingers wrap around Eli's hands, hold them tight when Eli kisses her back. It's faltering at first, uncertain, before Eli's mouth blossoms with a smile pressed to Nozomi's lips, as the kiss blooms into something warm, and bright, and sweet.

"I wanted to show you my garden," Nozomi whispers from only inches away, secretive and smiling. "Come on."

She dances Eli back past newly-turned plots of earth, empty save for the plastic markers Nozomi has stuck into the soil as reminders of their contents. She leads Eli past the daisies and coneflowers, past hydrangea bushes and bushes of summer lilac, twirls her around in front of the sunflowers whose stalks haven't yet reached their full heights, whose future blossoms are still clenched shut like fists, twirls her until Eli laughs and notices them and whispers back "adoration," then once more so she'll know Nozomi means it more than the flowers do.

They stop in front of the rose bushes at the center of the garden, all of their blooms vivid red against the green backdrop of their leaves, and Nozomi drops Eli's hands in order to step toward them.

"One more," she says, nodding toward the bushes. "What are these?"

Eli folds her arms, mouth quirking in that way she has that's right at the heart of Nozomi's falling in love with her in the first place. Nozomi looks at her, and sees someone so full of a warmth that she dams up behind a fragile facade built out of some vague desire to hold herself remote. It shines through anyway, as bright on Nozomi's skin as the sun.

"Passionate love," Eli says, and slips, letting the smile spread across her face.

"Those are for you, too," Nozomi says, catching Eli's hands again and pulling her in for a deeper kiss.

She hasn't planned it, exactly. Nozomi has tried for weeks to bring Eli to her garden, laying the groundwork with visits to Eli's flower shop and bridging the distance with so many orders that would give Eli the excuse to come by for a visit. She's poured all her energy into getting to this place, standing among greenery under the open sky and heat of the sun, with Eli's hands curled against hers and Eli's smile captured under her lips.

Nozomi coaxes Eli down onto the grass between the flowerbeds with an ease that surprises her. Eli's calm compliance is unexpected, new, is a fragile thing like the tender shoots of new plants first poking out of the soil. Eli's elbows bump against the ground and their lips break apart and Eli laughs, laughs so the sound ripples through Nozomi and she can feel Eli's delight underneath her skin like it's one with her own. Nozomi kisses her again, fast on the mouth, each motion brief with her excitement as she curls over Eli.

There's too much warmth in her to contain it and she has to pour it out, overflowing onto Eli with a smattering of little kisses — pressed to her cheek, and her temple, and her jaw, dropped against the point of her nose and the arch of her eyebrow, then against her chin with only the lightest of pecks. Eli laughs again and the sound is music.

Nozomi rolls her over, so that Eli sprawls against her chest and the sound of her laughter is warmer on Nozomi's skin than an entire day of full sun. It heats her blood to a building simmer, filling her up with fond intention until she rolls Eli again, splaying them both on the grass before the gardenias. She ducks her head, pressing her lips to the space just under Eli's jaw, to the line of her throat, to the spot where neck meets shoulder and out along her collarbone with a peppering of fervent kisses.

Her fingers tuck into the waistband of Eli's skirt before she leans up, meeting Eli's eyes. They're soft with affection, lit up to a blue more vibrant than the cloudless sky wheeling back over their heads and sharp enough that the look feels like a dare. Nozomi meets that gaze, with a look that's less asking for permission, more stating her intentions.

She slides down Eli's body, fingers dragging light over Eli's breasts and curling along her sides, catching at her hips and squeezing with fond appreciation. She pushes Eli's skirt to her waist and kisses up the insides of Eli's thighs, capturing the tiniest of their trembles with her lips against Eli's skin. She breathes in, relishing in the scent of newly-turned soil and clean soap and Eli, hot and familiar before Nozomi presses her mouth to the crux of Eli's thighs and curls her tongue up to taste.

She listens as Eli's periodic little giggles fall away into soft gasps, listens for the way Eli's voice rises in exultation before her hips roll down against Nozomi's mouth. Her back curls up from the grass like a flower unfurling and Nozomi catches her, persists until her gasps turn into whines turn into sharp, overwhelmed cries before she melts back against the earth, limp and languid.

Nozomi slides back up to cup Eli's face, shadowed underneath the flowers that are shading them, and plucks one of the gardenias to tuck in Eli's hair. She kisses Eli again after that, slow and sure and without a word, because she no longer needs the language of flowers to express her joy for her.

PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

[dynamite]

Teshima Junta / Imaizumi Shunsuke, Yowapeda

Young master Imaizumi and tea butler Teshima. But who holds the actual power here? (hint: it's probably not Imaizumi)

I don't know anything about Black Butler, but I feel like that's the AU I'm asking for here. Teshima can be a demon, that's cool.

Re: PROMPT: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI

[sylphofkarkat]

i like that teshima is exclusively a tea butler. he only serves tea, he's not good enough for the snacks

PROMPT: TEAM MANAMI SANGAKU/TESHIMA JUNTA

[sylphofkarkat]

Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou & Hinata Shouyou/Kozume Kenma, Haikyuu!!

Fire Emblem AU! Kuroo is a dashing young prince, Hinata is the rookie hero, and Kenma is Kuroo's childhood friend and also a dancer. They go on a quest together. Kenma always dances to assist Hinata in battle, much to Kuroo's dismay.

courteousy of tumblr user hachibani

Re: PROMPT: TEAM MANAMI SANGAKU/TESHIMA JUNTA

[miyukitty]

_{oh gdi hachibani's dancer!kenma is too good FFFFFF i might need to hang onto thisss}

PROMPT: TEAM MANAMI SANGAKU/TESHIMA JUNTA

[sylphofkarkat]

Iwatobi SC (Hazuki Nagisa & Nanase Haruka & Ryugazaki Rei & Tachibana Makoto)/Matsuoka Rin, Free!

Legend of Zelda: Four Swords AU

PROMPT: TEAM ABE TAKAYA/MIHASHI REN

[grassandcitrus]

Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi (Haikyuu!!)

Psycho-Pass au with one as an inspector and the other as an enforcer, and the inspector can't figure out how the other could possibly be a latent criminal (who is who is up to the filler?)

FILL: TEAM AKASHI SEIJUUROU/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, G

[otqps]

Word Count: 2,648
Warnings: not really anything! there's implications of canon-typical violence, but, nothing's described.

ahhh i may have taken a few liberties with the universe of psycho pass... i don't know if orphanages still even exist in this time period or what, and i don't quite know how latent criminals are taken in, but, please bear with me!! i just marathoned the entirety of psycho pass this week so i was really excited to do this and i hope it lives up to what you wanted op!! ;_;

There’s a new Enforcer being assigned to his division today, something Daichi always feels strange about. He’s firm, certainly, but sees no point in treating an Enforcer like someone lesser than him -- Daichi’s been to therapy himself, before, so it’s not like he can’t understand why someone’s Hue would waver. He values teamwork above any sort of rank differences, anyway, so while he won’t hesitate to yell or keep someone in line, he’d rather cooperate. That said, it’s not like he has any idea who will be walking in the door or what sort of person they are, and it always leaves him a bit on edge.

Daichi’s seen the new guy’s file, and frankly… it leaves him a little mystified. Koushi Sugawara, the same age as Daichi; a man who used to work with children at an orphanage, with gentle eyes, nothing that Daichi would usually expect from a latent criminal. The file doesn’t say what happened, only shows the records of a slow incline in his Crime Coefficient, then a sudden spike upwards past the threshold of 100, settling where he is now -- around the 180s usually. Daichi can’t even begin to speculate, really. It says his family is all still alive, but Daichi supposes that doesn’t rule out the death of a friend or a break-up or anything like that. Those don’t seem like the thing to push someone that far over the line, though.

He doesn’t think it’d be polite to ask, but he finds himself more curious than he ever really has been about an Enforcer, and he’s yet to even meet him. Better get started on that, actually, he realizes after a glance at the clock. Sugawara is likely to be waiting in his office at this point already, and Daichi kicks himself a bit for probably keeping him waiting. He finishes what he came for, two coffees from the cafeteria to present as a peace offering, and walks back to his office at a brisk pace.

Opening the door reveals just what he thought, Sugawara is already seated, hands folded in his lap, and Daichi cringes. “I’m really sorry to be late, I was getting coffee for us and I ended up losing track of time.” It’s a poor excuse, he knows, but he takes a seat across from Sugawara and slides one cup across the desk towards him with a sheepish smile. Sugawara meets the expression with one of his own, gentle, just like his eyes, and Daichi feels that nagging confusion only double now that he can see the man in motion, not just in a picture.

“That’s alright,” Sugawara says, and his voice is very soft, kind, a mixture that seems perfect for someone who cared for kids. “I wasn’t waiting very long, honestly, and I think the coffee makes up for it anyway.” He has something mischievous in his smile, now, like he’s teasing Daichi already. It’s refreshing, in Daichi’s opinion, a welcome change from surly attitudes and the heavy atmosphere that surrounds their work.

Daichi sticks out his hand for Sugawara to shake, which earns him a blink in surprise; it’s sad that he already seems used to not being treated like an equal, that a simple handshake seems like something unusual to be offered. He does take it, though, and that’s a relief. “I’m Daichi Sawamura, pleased to be working with you.”

Sugawara doesn’t look suspicious now, though, and Daichi’s hopeful that he’s already proved his sincerity. “Koushi Sugawara. And likewise, I think. I’m not too sure what to expect from this all yet, exactly.”

He wishes there was better news to give him, but it’s going to be blood, horror, and danger around every corner -- they’re going to see some of the worst things the world has to offer, and they’re going to have to struggle to not let it keep them up at night.

“Nothing good, I’m afraid.” Honesty is always the best policy. They drop hands, and Daichi reaches for his coffee. Sugawara keeps smiling, but now his eyes seem a little distant, and the smile seems sad. He’s very expressive -- Daichi doesn’t think he’s paying closer attention than usual, but maybe he is, or maybe Sugawara really does just wear his heart on his sleeve.

“I’ll manage,” he says, and Daichi’s not sure who he’s telling it to.

-

They get along well. Sugawara does his job efficiently, he doesn’t flinch too badly at the sight of the carnage they have to face, and he never talks back. Daichi can’t think of a complaint. They get in the car after cases and sometimes Sugawara looks weary, weighed down by how heavy the Dominator’s responsibility feels, and Daichi understands that. He reaches out, once, to pat Sugawara’s knee, and they lock gazes for a moment, something unspoken between them. It speaks of something like partnership; this is the first time Daichi’s ever really truly felt like he had a partner in the field, and the silence conveys trust, support, and most importantly, understanding.

Nothing is easy in the MWPSB, they both know that, and maybe neither of them are really suited for it, at the end of the day -- they’re managing, though, just like Sugawara said. They’re making a difference. Daichi gets the impression that that’s all that matters to Sugawara.

At some point, Sugawara becomes “Suga” and Inspector Sawamura becomes “Daichi”, despite the strange looks both names garner. They fall into a comfortable routine, alternating coffee duty on their late nights at headquarters, sometimes swapping stories, and they even play volleyball, once -- the rest of the players are holos, so it’s not as challenging or fun as it could be, but Suga tosses to Daichi and though he’s not usually an offensive player, he spikes it with his best -- the point it scores is immensely satisfying. Suga’s highfives, touches that linger a little bit too long, are even more so.

Kuroo and Bokuto start poking fun at him, secretly, with chiding reminders that “there are rules against this sort of thing, you know”, and Daichi has a feeling they’re actually right. He doesn’t know what to do about that, so he ignores it as best he can, hoping it doesn’t affect his Hue too badly.

He still doesn’t know why Suga is here, though, and he never feels like it’s okay to ask. Suga sometimes talks about “his kids”, tells stories about their antics and trips they took, and when he’s done laughing, he deflates, looking more tired and defeated than he does when they come back from a case. Daichi feels like that’s something he should poke at, if only to understand him better, but to be honest, he’s afraid. He has no idea if he’s equipped to handle the answer, if it seems to bother him that much, it must be serious -- telling the story could make things worse, and if Daichi doesn’t know what to say after hearing it, that could just be another blow.

So he ignores that, too, even if he doesn’t really want to.

-

He ignores it, resolutely, until he can’t anymore.

Daichi has never really felt a compulsion to check Suga’s Crime Coefficient until today. Normally things are fine, and he has faith in Suga’s calm determination, no matter what sort of grimness they’re faced with. Today is different.

Their target is only 13. Still a child. Suga’s entire demeanor screams “on-edge”, and that’s a dangerous thing for an Enforcer to be. His shoulders are a little hunched together, Daichi can see that his hands are gripping the Dominator far too tightly, and his expression is one that Daichi’s never seen before -- he looks stricken.

With guilt, Daichi lifts his own Dominator just slightly, enough for it to scan Suga. The number it registers feels like a punch to the gut; he’s gone from a (fairly) comfortable 180, usually, all the way to 263. He has no idea what’s causing that much of a reaction, or whether it’s anger, anguish, or anything in between, but there’s no way he can let it go.

He reaches out, putting a hand on Suga’s shoulder and tugging him back towards Daichi just slightly. “Suga,” he says, softly, already apologetic, “I think you should go wait in the car.”

Suga’s eyes widen with confusion, and maybe a little hurt (Daichi tries to pretend he didn’t see that). “I’m fine, Daichi, and I can’t just leave you.”

Daichi shakes his head.

“I think you should sit in the car instead.” This time his voice is a bit less friendly, making it clear that this is far more of an order than a request. Suga, for the first time, looks angry with him. They’ve been operating on very equal footing, and both of them have been more comfortable for it -- this is the first time Daichi has ever really told Suga to do something, as opposed to asking. He’s not happy about it. Neither is Suga.

They look at each other for a moment, Suga’s eyes narrowed, and Daichi’s lips in a tight line. Neither wants to budge. Suga relents, though, but it’s not pleasant -- he brushes past Daichi roughly, their shoulders colliding, and Daichi immediately wants to take it back, to apologize. He can’t. There’s a job to be done, and Suga is far too close to the line of lethality being used against him for Daichi to be alright with. He’s not always like this, so maybe he can cool off. Daichi hopes so, at least.

About 45 minutes later, Daichi heads back to their car, feeling a little sick. Paralyzing a child doesn’t exactly leave him feeling good about anything, but he’s glad Suga wasn’t there to see it -- maybe it was just that, that they were faced with a child, maybe he couldn’t handle it. He intends to find out now, anyway.

Suga is staring straight ahead out of the window, barely even moving when Daichi takes his seat in the driver’s side. It’s an atmosphere that feels so foreign to their relationship thus far, one categorized by plenty of laughter, and an openness Daichi’s never had before. Briefly, he wonders if he’s committed some unforgivable offense.

“We should talk.”

Suga doesn’t look at him.

Daichi tries again.

“I need to know what happened. I… checked your Crime Coefficient. You were over 260, Suga. Something was wrong. Maybe still is.”

It’s hard to admit what feels like a betrayal and breach of trust to Suga’s face, but it’s the only way to explain his actions.

Another few long moments go by, and Daichi feels at a loss -- it would be wrong to make Suga look at him, to demand a response, and would only widen the gap between them now, but it still feels like the only thing to do.

Suga saves him from having to consider it, finally.

“I lost my kids.”

His voice is a whisper, if even that -- it sounds haunted, broken, and Daichi hates it.

“What?”

His own voice feels like a croak, too, from disbelief. There’s plenty of ways to take that, but none of them have ever been considered by Daichi before, and most of them don’t match up to his image of Suga at all.

“I lost my kids. It -- I don’t know. Sometimes I don’t think it was my fault, but I don’t know if that’s just -- scapegoating. We were running out of funding, and I tried my best, I looked wherever I could, but there was just no money anywhere. I tried so hard to keep it from them all, but you have to say something at some point, you have to explain why you can’t buy them new toys, why there’s a little less food -- I, maybe I didn’t handle it right. I don’t know. They worried about it, I could see it, and I couldn’t get them to stop, no matter what.”

Daichi can see where the story is going, by now. He leans over, just a little, to rest a hand on Suga’s arm, wrapping his fingers around to squeeze, just to reassure that he’s there.

“They’re just kids. They don’t have any idea how to deal with stress. And when the MWPSB finally came, I just -- I couldn’t handle it. I yelled. I was already probably way over the acceptable number, but picking a fight with them didn’t help, and then -- well. You can guess.”

He doesn’t like the note of self-deprecation there, but he can’t pretend he’d be any better off, recalling this.

“Suga…” Lacking anything else to say, he opts for shifting nearer to him, and pulls Suga into a hug as best as he can in a cramped police car. It’s a little awkward, the angle they fit into now is strange, but Suga relaxes against him, he can feel that, and that’s enough.

“When I saw we were tracking down a child, I just… couldn’t stop thinking about it. Is it even his fault? How do you label someone a latent criminal so young, when it’s probably just circumstance? What if his parents aren’t there for him? What if he just needs therapy? It just -- it’s not fair, Daichi.”

It’s not. The doubt and discomfort he’d felt earlier is only amplified by Suga’s story. There’s something that feels wrong about how they administer justice, and it’s felt that way for a while, if he’s honest. It’s another thing that Daichi has worked to put out of his mind, because he has no idea where to begin fixing it.

He strokes the back of Suga’s head, choosing not to comment on the tears he knows are there -- he can feel Suga’s shoulders shake, hear the hitches of his breath, and just holds him tight. He says, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” knowing it won’t do anything, and tries to stop seeing the little girl he’d just pointed his Dominator at when he shuts his eyes.

-

Daichi gives him some space over the next few days. Suga’s Crime Coefficient settles back down to a 194, still a little too high for Daichi’s liking, but it’s invasive to watch his mental state that closely, so he does his best to let Suga handle it. He seems to, looking less distressed by the day, and Daichi breathes a little easier every time Suga manages a smile.

It’s a week after that case that Suga steps into Daichi’s office, holding two coffees, unexpected.

“I just wanted to say thank you.” He manages to get it out before Daichi even opens his mouth, and settles himself in his usual seat before even being invited. Daichi feels… warm, maybe, at the idea that Suga feels that casual with him, still.

“I didn’t do anything.” That feels like the truth, Daichi doesn’t exactly consider his poor attempts at comfort to be a huge help, and it’s not like listening was trouble for him.

“You did, though,” Suga insists, pushing the coffee cup at him, “and I appreciate it. I appreciate you.”

Daichi’s cheeks turn faintly pink, and Suga laughs (it feels like forever since he’s done that), not looking burdened or even close to as miserable as Daichi’s seen him lately, which is -- good. It’s good. He’s glad.

They drink their coffee, gossiping a little about coworkers, until Suga stands to go.

He ducks around Daichi’s desk, first, and leans down, quick as can be, and puts his lips to Daichi’s cheek. It only lasts a second, or at least it only feels like one, and then Suga is grinning at him, then he’s out the door, and Daichi barely has time to blink.

He looks at the coffee cup.

Suga kissed him.

He thinks -- rules. There are probably rules.

He doesn’t care.

PROMPT: TEAM ABE TAKAYA/MIHASHI REN

[grassandcitrus]

Abe Takaya/Mihashi Ren (Oofuri)

Bodyguard au where Mihashi is a rich heir to a company etc and Abe is hired to be his bodyguard (+ the rest of the Nishiura team?)

FILL: TEAM AKASHI SEIJURO/KUROKO TETSUYA, PG

[jaegermeister24]

Words: 1,240w

"Your job is to protect Mihashi Ren, the sole heir to Mihashi Corporations, one of the biggest companies in Asia. His father had requested for a personal bodyguard to always be by Mr. Ren's side as well as a team to accompany Mr. Ren should he leave the house premises or the office building."

"Why is he so guarded?"

The man giving them the assignment looks up from his clipboard, a smirk gracing his face. "Let's just say Mr. Ren has a genius of a mind and, if that mind lands into the wrong hands, our country could experience another war."

At his words, the team shut up, their eyes grim at the mention of a war. They'll do anything to prevent another one. Even if it meant having to babysit some spoiled rich brat.

--

Mihashi Ren is the opposite of what they had expected when they received the job. He didn't act spoiled and certainly did not act as if he was better than everyone. In fact, Mihashi Ren was the opposite of what a rich, company heir should be. He was constantly fidgeting anxiously, his eyes darting from one bodyguard to another and he always seemed hesitant in everything he did. There simply was no confidence in his actions.

"H-he… llo," Mihashi mumbled, voice too quiet that Abe had to step closer to hear him. Mihashi looked up in surprise and took a step back, hiding himself behind his father's assistant.

Abe sighed but backed off. He was thankful Mihashi Ren seemed easy enough to deal with; not demanding at all and certainly not arrogant and careless about his money. Mihashi Ren would be a piece of cake to protect, Abe was sure of it.

Little did he know that protecting Mihashi Ren would be the least of his worries.

--

Tajima prided himself in being one of the best in his division. Although not useful for spying on enemy grounds, he was useful for gathering information about his targets as well any threats to his subject due to his friendly and welcoming aura. Unfortunately, he was only useful for agent missions--not protecting some rich heir.

The heir in question, Mihashi Ren, was an enigma. A piece on the chessboard so easily manipulated, yet still so valuable, much like a queen. Tajima just wasn't sure how to deal with him. Mihashi would lean away from any contact, would stutter and shake when confronted; it honestly scared the guard that something could happen to the boy. The others in the team felt the same way, if the pairs of eyes constantly on the boy were anything to go by.

It’s been a month since they’ve been assigned to look after Mihashi and nothing had happened yet. No one had threatened the man’s life and, even more importantly, they still didn’t know what it was about Mihashi that made him so valuable to the company besides being the heir.

The team had speculated many times during their breaks when only Abe was with Mihashi, but no one could come up with anything. Mihashi, in their eyes, seemed normal. So why would they hire a full team to protect him?

--

It was approximately two months from when they first met Mihashi when Abe saw why. He was the only one out of the team that was almost always with Mihashi so it only made sense that he would be the first to see it.

The man was crafty and smart, Abe concluded as he walked around Mihashi’s office. Many inventions littered the numerous desks, their blueprints rolled or folded beside each gadget, a note stuck on the object, reminding Mihashi of any more repairs or changes needed to be done.

“A-abe-kun…?” Mihashi followed Abe around the room, biting his lips as he watched his bodyguard inspect each technology closely. A part of him wanted to pull Abe away from his works for each and everyone of them were something he held dear. Still, he trusted Abe enough to let him continue perusing his office, watching as his guard’s wide eyes took everything in.

Abe touched a metal disk softly, stepping back in surprise when the disk suddenly grew legs and a scope. He watched the scope direct its stare at his face before switching to Mihashi who tentatively smiled. The disc scuttled itself to the edge of the desk and Abe watched, fascinated as the normally timid man smiled and confidently held out the palm of his hand for the disk to climb on.

It was a different side of Mihashi Ren, one that he wasn’t able to show just anybody. Abe counts himself lucky and hopes that he’ll be able to see it again, this time directed at him. (He ignores the feeling of his heart trying to break out of his ribcage and further ignores the knowing looks the rest of the team flashes at them when they catch sight of the two together (which was always)).

--

Abe didn’t know he was capable of harming someone enough to physically – and maybe mentally now that he thinks about it – damage someone. He finds that he doesn’t really care, especially when the said person he had just kicked across the concrete floor had been mocking a tied and terrified Mihashi with a knife.

Abe checks the crumpled form to make sure he was unconscious – giving it an extra kick to the chest for good measure, an action that causes Mihashi to wince and look away – before heading over to the chair to untie the shaking heir.

As soon as his legs are wrists are free from the rope, Mihashi all but flings himself at Abe, burying his face into the guard’s chest, tremors running throughout his body. Abe gently unties the cloth acting as a gag, slips it out from between them and tosses it somewhere behind him.

“Hush, Mihashi. I’m right here. We’re all right here.” He whispers to the man’s hair as he wraps his arms around the shaking form, moving his fingers up and down in what he hopes is a relaxing manner. “It’s okay, he’s gone. You’re okay now. I won’t let anything like that happen again.”

Mihashi whimpers softly into Abe’s jacket, his tears darkening the fabric. His shaking has lessened but is still consistent and Abe bites back the urge to pummel the man who harmed Mihashi. It wouldn’t do to have his charge watching as he beats the kidnapper black and blue even though he really wants to.

With a sigh, Abe tucks Mihashi’s head under his chin and brings his body closer, encasing the smaller man and shielding him from the world. He wouldn’t let anyone else harm Mihashi ever again. If anyone tries, Abe will return his or her attempts tenfold.

(Abe hopes Mihashi didn’t see the fury in his eyes when he spotted the man tracing Mihashi’s skin with the knife. He cares too much about Mihashi and he really doesn’t want to scare the man away.)

--

“A-abe-kun.” Mihashi whispers into the thin space between them, his eyes wide open despite the late hour. “I’m sorry… I… I didn’t…”

“It’s okay.”

“I think… Abe-kun…” Mihashi’s cheeks reddened, eyes widening even more than what Abe thought was possible. “L-lo... maybe…?”

Abe simply smiles at the man and kisses his lips in reply, hoping to convey everything he wants to say to Mihashi.

Mihashi doesn’t have to tell him. Abe already knows.

fin.

PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND

[uwu_anon]

Onoda Sakamichi & or / Kinjou Shingo

Divergent Trilogy AU where Onoda takes the role of Tris and Kinjou the role of Four/Tobias.

PROMPT: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/TESHIMA JUNTA

[hapaxlegomenon]

Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta; Yowamushi Pedal

Say Yes To The Dress AU. Aoyagi is one of the top bridal designers. Teshima is one of the best salespersons/consultants.

PROMPT: TEAM AKASHI SEIJUUROU/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU

[apareciums]

Akashi Seijuurou/Nijimura Shuuzou, KNB

PROMPOSAL AU

Re: PROMPT: TEAM AKASHI SEIJUUROU/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU

[squid_senpai_chan]

THIS IS PERFECT IN ALL WAYS.

PROMPT: TEAM AKASHI SEIJUUROU/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU

[apareciums]

Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, HQ

HP AU where bokuto and akaashi are on a date at hogsmeade!!

Re: PROMPT: TEAM AKASHI SEIJUUROU/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU

[aeglos]

. . . . . . . .. . ....

OUTRAGED SCREAMING

PROMPT: TEAM NISHINOYA YUU/TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE

[snuggy4589]

Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi or Tsukishima Kei/Tanaka Ryuunosuke or Tsukishima Kei/Sugawara Koushi (Haikyuu!!)
NSFW BELOW

AU where Tsukki is clueless about sex and his wonderful friend/senpai educates him.
(it can be several isolated incidents, one group thing, or any of the above really. i just want a flustered french fry.)

FILL: Team Grandstand, Explicit

[oodal]

Explicit Content Warning, Sex (underage as they are still high schoolers), foul language??
THIS IS SPLIT INTO TWO BECAUSE IT GOT TOO LONG IM SO SORRY... here's part one, 1778 words

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"What... did you say, Tsukki?"

Tadashi stares at his very good friend with wide eyes, eyes so wide he feels like they're going to pop out of his head at any moment. If he's right - and he thinks he is - he just heard Tsukishima Kei ask him how---

"I said," Kei adjusts his glasses here, a surefire sign of his discomfort, "how do men have sex." The flat tone that he asks this in doesn't fit the content, but even with his deadpan demeanor, Tadashi knows that Kei is flustered. It's there, in the pinkness of his ears and the way that he refuses to meet Tadashi's eyes, and Tadashi is mindboggled with the fact that Kei - who knows every type of dinosaur, can name over half of the streets in Tokyo, and took third year math when they were still in secondary school - doesn't know how guys have sex. Sure, it's not really something that gets discussed in sex ed, but still.

"... Why are you asking??" Tadashi knows that he's done something that Kei hates (unless he does it) by answering a question with a question, but he can't gather his thoughts enough about how to answer Kei until he knows why the tall male is asking this of him. He needs to know what in volleyball's name is going through Kei's head.

Kei narrows his eyes at this, and adjusts his glasses unnecessarily again before saying, "I want to know. Kageyama and Hinata are dating now, and if they figure it out before I know, I will never live it down."

Tadashi doesn't believe it. Kei's a good liar; he doesn't do it often, because blunt honesty is sort of his trademark, but when it concerns himself, he's been known to fib here and there. Tadashi knows this is one now, because Kei always runs his tongue over his lower lip and looks to the right before he lies, and he wants to press Kei on the matter... But if Kei's already this uncomfortable, Tadashi knows that if he pushes him too much, he'll leave.

And Tadashi's a little warm and toasty with the prospect of telling his best friend - and maybe a little more, because he can't help but notice how soft Tsukki's lips look when he licks them like that - exactly how gay (or bisexual, or whatever sexuality they might be that involves them wanting to have sex with other men) sex happens.

Taking a deep breath, he leans in, and begins with the most important lesson: lube and preparation.

By the time he finishes, Kei is so red that he looks like Shouyou's hair, and Tadashi has the telltale stirrings of heat in his lower stomach because he couldn't help but imagine doing all of the things he's been talking about to and with Kei. He leans forward in his chair slightly to hide his discomfort, and props his head up on his elbows at Kei's dining room table, thanking whatever god there is once again that there is no one else at home.

"... I see," There's a weirdly breathy tone to Kei's voice, and he nods again for no reason before he looks away, towards the fridge.

"Want some orange juice?"

Tadashi's brain fizzles and he wonders what is going on in Kei's head, but he gets up for orange juice anyways.

---

"Suga-san, you don't understand! It was the weirdest thing, we're just sitting down and having after practice animal crackers like we always do, except Tsukki had the ones with the strawberry icing and so did I because he was out of plain for me, and then he asks me how people have gay sex!!"

Koushi wasn't sure what he was expecting when Tadashi approached him, but it certainly wasn't this. He's struggling to grapple with the idea that Kei - straight A, very intelligent Kei - didn't know how men had sex until Tadashi explained it to him. He isn't really bothered that Tadashi knows - they've expressed enough interest in one another, from kissing and some friends-with-benefits fooling around - but he's just so bothered that Kei didn't know.

"Here's the most incredible part, Suga-san."

The third year setter pauses. How, exactly, could this story get any more incredible?

"Tsukki didn't know what lube was."

Koushi thinks his jaw might've only been a couple centimeters from hitting the floor. If that.

---

"Tsukishima, can we talk after practice?" Koushi glances towards Kei with raised eyebrows, and Kei stares back at him, a towel around his neck as he cools off between practice sets. The boy shrugs, taking a sip from his water bottle, and then replies,

"That's fine. But I'd prefer not to be kept more than five minutes."

Koushi resists the urge to say that he's the vice captain, he will keep him an hour if he wants, but he bites his tongue and smiles warmly at his kouhai.

"Wonderful."

Kei feels weirdly uneasy with the way that Koushi says that, but he ignores the feeling, tosses his towel down, and heads back onto the court.

---

"Tsukishima! Hold up! You said we could talk, remember?"

Kei glances up from his shoes, his hair still damp from his post-practice shower, and blinks owlishly at Koushi from behind glasses fogged by the heated air of the locker room.

"What." Koushi would be lying if he said it wasn't annoying how Kei's questions came as flat direct statements a majority of the time, but he took a deep breath and sat himself next to Kei anyways.

"Lube," He begins, and before he goes any further, Kei's mouth falls into a perfect little 'o', and he stares at Koushi incredulously. Despite the fact that he's offended by the fact that Tadashi must've slipped details of their conversation to Koushi, the intellectual in him (the uniformed idiot, he thinks sourly) needs to know more about this. How does he not know more about sex? He'd tried reading things online, but people just shoved it in and moaned in the stories, and when he'd found a story about two of his favorite characters from Jurassic Park being gay for each other, he'd stopped reading.

"What about it...." Kei mumbles, fidgeting on the wooden bench.

"Have you not used it before?"

"No."

Koushi wishes he could tell more of what Kei was thinking, but he can't. All he can tell, however, is that Kei is flustered; his cheeks are splotchy and it's not from his shower or the humid air. Kei is embarrassed, and to tell the truth, Koushi is too, but he's also just beyond belief that a boy with an older brother wouldn't know more about this.

"What happens when you wake up and have to take care of yourself?" Koushi continues on quietly, wondering if Kei has ever used lube or lotion or anything when he masturbates. The idea that he hasn't is terribly frightening, and it also makes Koushi feel phantom aches of soreness in his own groin.

"S-suga-senpai, t-that is, not a question I'm obligated to answer," Kei hates that his voice stammers, hates that he touches his fogged glasses out of habit, and he can no longer make eye contact with his upperclassman.

"Tsukishima, please, I'm... concerned for you, to be honest, if you're masturbating dry that's probabl pa---"

"I do it in the shower, now stop meddling, I'm going to kill Yamaguchi, I swear---!"

Before Koushi has a chance to stop him, as he rants and mutters death threats, Kei is out the door, nearly dropping his duffel bag as he leaves.

---

Kei can't believe that just happened. He can't believe that he was just approached by Koushi, of all people, to address the fact that he didn't use lube when he masturbated. Okay, that explained why he didn't enjoy it unless it was in the shower, but still. Still. What kind of world was this that senpai could come up---

"I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS, TSUKISHIMA!!!!!"

Before he's left the gym, he sees Ryuu, and his mouth goes dry. Had Ryuu just overhead the entire... conversation.. in the locker room?

"If you ain't used lube, have you ever used like.. toys? Vibrators, man??? Shit to make you feel even better than it already does??"

He definitely overhead it.

Kei wants to melt into the floor. He has never wanted to disappear so much as he wants to disappear right now.

Ryuu's closed the space between him, dark eyes glimmering as he takes Kei's hand.

"I'm gon' learn you today, man. There's a whole fuckin' world outside of your hand, and it's my responsibility to teach y--"

"No. Absolutely not. Please let go of my hand. This is creepy. This is awful and I hate everyone."

He tries, and fails, to pretend that he didn't see Ryuu go into the locker room where he'd left Koushi. Kei leaves the gym full of regret, but strangely warm in a way that warrants an actual shower later. He still doesn't have lube, after all.

---

"So then he said I was creepy and he hated me and he left!"

Ryuu exclaims, exasperated, flopping his head into Koushi's lap and staring up at him with doe eyes that Koushi is annoyingly endeared by.

"You shouldn't have been eavesdropping, though..." Koushi begins, but as he usually does, Ryuu interrupts.

"But I heard you earlier and, man, I gotta help that kid out! I bet you he hasn't even kissed anyone!"

Koushi pauses at that, and then swallows heavily. Thinking of Kei kissing someone has him starting to picture it, and he shakes his head to clear the image, only to find Ryuu smirking up at him. For being a loudmouth, Ryuu is awfully perceptive, and Koushi knows he's been seen clear through.

"Call Gucci, mayne." Ryuu snorts out the command through peals of laughter, and Koushi pulls his phone out, dialing Tadashi before putting the phone on speaker.

"Hello...?" He sounds like he's just woken up from a nap, and Koushi smiles lopsidedly at the realization.

"Has Tsukishima ever kissed anyone?" Ryuu gets to the question right off the bat, and they hear the other end of the line catch, as if Tadashi has inhaled hard and fast.

"Uhm... me..." Tadashi squeaks, and then they're all quiet before Ryuu whoops and Koushi shushes him, because he can practically hear Tadashi blushing on the other end.

"Well. What do you say to us all... teaching him the ropes?"

---

That night, laying in bed, Kei thinks about his day and tries to ignore the heavy feeling of dread in his stomach, and he wonders if he's sneezed so many times this evening because his name has been on someone else's tongue.