Bonus Round 5: Remixes

[referees]

Bonus Round 5: Remixes

SASO 2016 is over, but this round is perpetually open to new fills (no new prompts).


Congrats, this is the home stretch! You've worked hard and created hundreds of fanworks for sports anime fandom to enjoy. This round encourages you to look back at everything the SASO has made and use it as inspiration.

This round ends at 7PM on August 8 EDT. Countdown Timer.

RULES

• Choose a fanwork created by other participants in a previous main or bonus round of SASO and create a new piece based on it. You could create a fanart of another work, an FST inspired by a piece’s style, retell another person’s fanfic from another point of view, create a new fanfic inspired by a great piece of art... go wild!
• You cannot remix your teammates' works.
• You must have permission from the original creator. There's a blanket permissions post here (feel free to add yourself to it!), or you can leave a comment on their original post asking for permission.
• You must include a link to the original work in your post.
• Since all fills are based on previous works, there will be no prompts for this round. Simply post your fill as a comment in response to this post.
• Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.

FORMAT

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

Required Work Minimums:

• 400 words (prose)
• 400px by 400px (art)
• 14 lines (poetry)

There is no max work cap.

Format your comment in one of the following ways:

If FILLING:

If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant:

FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING] Replace [YOUR SHIP] with the name of the team you belong to 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), and LINK to the original work you are remixing 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 fills as you want!

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.

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

Comments

FILL: TEAM FUKUTOMI JUICHI/KINJOU SHINGO, G

[catlarks]

Major Tags: None
Word Count: 742

Remixed from this fill by kiriska as prompted by yours truly, blanket permission has been given! I highly doubt this is what Kiri would have intended but listen, I saw an opportunity and I took it. I'm not sorry.

-

"Makishima-san?" Onoda calls out.

His voice isn't very loud in the empty club room, but Makishima startles so badly he visibly jerks, before mashing the off button of his phone with his thumb. He yanks his earbuds out of his ears and fights himself not to just cram his phone in his back pocket with the headphones still dangling off the side.

"Onoda," Makishima says, reprovingly. He's turning his phone phone over in his hands, fidgeting with it, but a moment later it sinks in who he's speaking to, and his hands still in their nervous motions.

"I'm sorry, Makishima-san," Onoda says. "I didn't... mean to startle you. But! Oh! I saw something in Akihabara the other day and I had to buy it to show to you!"

"You did?" Makishima asks, mouth starting to twist up into a grin.

It's just like Onoda — getting so excited that he's nearly tripping over himself, nearly trips up Makishima, in trying to get to the point. Getting so excited about sharing things he loves that it hardly occurs to him whether his audience will love them nearly as well. He only ever remembers after the fact, backpedaling hard once it's too late.

"What is it?" Makishima asks, as he starts to roll up his headphone cord to put them away. He'll finish the game later, after Onoda is done. "What did you want to show me?"

"O-Oh," Onoda says, becoming aware of himself. "I didn't mean to... Interrupt you... If you were busy with something. It was just—"

He starts to rummage in his bag, reaching around for something. Makishima takes that moment to slide his phone and the headphones into his pocket, pushing up from the chair where he'd been sitting and leaning over Onoda. There's a little more groping and fumbling, then Onoda pulls his hand free.

"Here," he says, holding it out toward Makishima and letting his fingers spread open. "For you."

There's a figurine perched in the center of his palm, dangling from a phone strap. Makishima reaches out to pluck it from Onoda's hand, holding it up for inspection. He recognizes the short brown hair, smiling face, and cute attire of the charm immediately.

"I'm not really as into this kind of stuff as you are..." Makishima starts to say, making his excuses.

"I know, I know, it's just—" Onoda is saying at the same time, staring up at Makishima with eyes brilliantly wide.

The rest of what Makishima wanted to say dies unspoken on his tongue. He looks down at the charm again, at the likeness of Koizumi Hanayo, one of the characters from the phone game Onoda had gotten him started playing. He can feel his phone digging into his side from where he tucked it, very aware that much as he might say he isn't into the otaku things Onoda wants to share with him, he was playing a song in the game when Onoda came in.

When Makishima remains silent, Onoda pipes up again right where he left off.

"—It's just, you seemed to like Hanayo-chan kind of a lot, and I saw her in the used goods store and she was the only one left from this set, and I just— I just, thought that maybe you would want to have her."

He looks up at Makishima, voice dwindling into something softer as the words run out but face unmistakably bright and open. Makishima shakes his head, unable to resist that puppydog look.

"I'll take it," he says. "It's not like I can't use another phone charm."

And well... Onoda was right. Of all the characters in the game he'd gotten Makishima into, Hanayo was the one Makishima found himself with a soft spot for. There was just something about her earnestness, her sincerity, the way she wanted nothing more than to eat as much white rice as she could fit into her stomach... Something about her reminded Makishima of something, that was all.

"I knew you'd like it!" Onoda says. "I'm glad you want her. Take good care of her, okay, Makishima-san?"

Makishima slings an arm around Onoda's shoulders, patting him once on the back before steering them both toward the club room door and the racks where their bikes are waiting. Onoda leans into his side, still grinning, and Makishima can't help but smile a little in return.

"I'll do my best," he says. "Since you went to all that trouble."

[jeilovesyou]

/JUMPS UP AND DOWN FRANTICALLY whhhhwhatt the HECK this is adorable omfg

FILL: TEAM FUKUTOMI JUICHI/KINJOU SHINGO, M

[catlarks]

Major Tags: None
Word Count: 620

Remixed from this fill by winterstuck as prompted by hapaxlegomenon, blanket permission has been given!

-

The water sloshes in the tub, when Fukutomi stands up. It laps against Arakita, splashing his chest and spraying just the littlest bit into his face, but neither of those things give him pause. In an instant he's gone from joking with Shinkai about their friends, their plans, the silly things Fukutomi sometimes likes to do, to staring his captain right in the junk.

It's not that he's ever had a problem with nudity, not like he hasn't been doing team sports ever since he could step up to the plate and swing a bat, doing it with all the communal changing athletics entail, it's just—

It's just, it's Fuku-chan, the one person who has somehow always found the way to blindside Arakita, even in situations where he swears he's got a read on all the angles. It's Fuku-chan suddenly towering over him, with rivulets of water streaming down his well-muscled thighs and trickling toward his calves still submerged in the water. It's Fuku-chan flashing him a faceful of his dick, arms crossed and face smooth and everything about his posture telegraphing authority, authority, authority.

Arakita's tongue goes dry in his mouth, his eyes popped too wide and flicking furtively between the stubborn set of Fukutomi's face and the length of his cock and back again. It's not the first time they've bathed together. It's just the first time Fukutomi has gone and presented the goods like he's waiting for something.

For a single, long moment, Arakita thinks that maybe Fukutomi is, that maybe if he just— leaned forward—

"Juichi, we were only kidding," Shinkai says, waving one arm like he's beckoning for Fukutomi to sit down.

Shinkai's voice douses out all of Arakita's slow-burning longing, tosses him too hard into the present moment and allows him to finally tear his gaze away from Fukutomi's groin. His face feels hot, but they are in a hot bath and Fuku-chan never was the type to notice that sort of insignificant detail, anyway.

"I know," Fukutomi says, his arms slowly unfolding from across his chest. There's still that hint of a frown on his face, and he doesn't sit back down. "But if you're going to joke like that, I think I'll take my leave."

"Don't," Shinkai says, reaching out and catching at one of Fukutomi's legs behind the knee. He tugs at it, in playful entreaty. "Sit back down. Finish your bath. Don't let us scare you off, we didn't mean it — right, Yasutomo?"

The last thing Arakita wants is to be made complicit in Shinkai's bullshit teasing once again, when it's been the source of all his damn problems in the first place. He jerks his head to the side, and shrugs, feigning indifference.

"If Fuku-chan wants to get outta the bath, let Fuku-chan get outta the fuckin' bath, it's not like I'm gonna try an' stop him."

Arakita can tell Shinkai is pouting, even without looking at him directly. Arakita doesn't care. He's too busy being drowned in his own continuing mortification, even as the water sloshes again and he feels more than sees the moment when Fukutomi slides back into the water.

"Arakita is right," Fukutomi says. "But if I'm doing as I like, I may as well finish my bath."

"I'm glad," Shinkai says, leaning back as if everything is now right with the world.

"Whatever," Arakita mutters. "The both of you can do whatever the fuck you want, I'm gonna go towel off."

As he steps out of the tub he tells himself that neither Shinkai nor Fukutomi is staring after his skinny butt — it's just him, always him — as he makes absolutely certain not to allow himself to look back and check.

Re: FILL: TEAM FUKUTOMI JUICHI/KINJOU SHINGO, M

[winterstuck]

Oh my god.

OH my gOD.

Never in a million years did I expect that to be remixed seriously thank you so much for this fic is it bad that I'm laughing pretty hard rn I'm so sorry Arakita

FILL: TEAM FUKUTOMI JUICHI/KINJOU SHINGO, T

[catlarks]

Major Tags: None
Word Count: 629

Remixed from this fill by kiriska as prompted by elucidatedlucy, blanket permission has been given!

-

When Miki comes through the door, it's softly, sliding her briefcase onto the table inside and hanging up her jacket in the closet. Each action is smooth, efficient, practiced — lifeless, done without the energy that Aya loves, that she has always accepted as Miki's calling card. Aya watches her girlfriend from across the apartment, from her place on their couch with head craned just so.

All of it is off, uncomfortably so, so that Aya's skin crawls with the wrongness of what she sees.

Miki should be smiling when she comes into the apartment, floating over to Aya with a cheerful greeting or an amusing anecdote, asking her how her day was, telling her to sit back down, that it's Miki's turn to cook dinner. It's not... That Aya thinks Miki shouldn't be allowed to feel unhappy. It's simply that watching Miki stand in the entryway in her rumpled blouse and bare, stockinged feet with her head hanging low is wrong, on a visceral level the universe at large should never have allowed to come to pass.

"I'm so mad!" Miki says, looking up all at once and staring at Aya across the room.

Aya starts at the sound of Miki's voice, louder than she's expecting after seeing that particular slump to Miki's shoulders. But then she's up off the couch, walking across the room to close the distance.

"I am so sick of everyone at that place treating me as if my opinions shouldn't matter," Miki says, crossing her arms grumpily over her chest. "I know just as much about cycling as any of them."

"They're men," Aya says, as if that should explain everything. "They're hard-wired to be stupid."

Miki almost laughs, with a startled sound that jostles free of her throat to be followed by a look of wary surprise. She shakes her head, and her posture droops back into weariness.

"It's not that you're wrong," Miki says. "And I always knew that things would be this way. But this... is work I really want to be doing. I don't mind if it's hard. I do mind if it's unfair."

She stands there, with her shoulders slumped and her back too rigid, keeping her head up only by sheer force of determined will. Aya's heart aches for her, clenches at the awfulness that is anyone daring to make Miki feel that she's worth anything less than — everything.

Aya shakes her head, and tugs Miki in against her chest. This time Miki does laugh, a sound without much mirth to it, a sound that swerves dangerously close to a sob. But when Aya peeks down at her, her lips are pulling into a smile, and her arms curl back around Aya's waist.

"Make them play fair," Aya says, as she lifts one hand to curl against Miki's cheek. "If anyone can do it, it's you."

Miki closes her eyes for a moment, leaning into the touch of Aya's palm. Aya rubs her thumb across Miki's cheek, then slides her fingers up into Miki's hair, pulling it back from her face. In that moment, Miki looks peaceful, and not nearly as upset as before.

"You're right, of course," Miki says, opening her eyes again. "It might be unfair now, but, well. I'll just have to see to it that things don't work that way in the future."

Before Aya can say anything else, Miki is the one to squeeze her, pulling her in so tight that the breath shocks from her lungs. Aya laughs, and hugs Miki back, and is expecting it when Miki leans in and brushes her mouth with a kiss.

"Now come on," Miki says, pulling away from her. "It's my turn to cook dinner, but I won't say no if you help."

FILL: TEAM FUKUTOMI JUICHI/KINJOU SHINGO, T

[catlarks]

Major Tags: None
Word Count: 441

Remixed from this fill by kiriska as prompted by yours truly, blanket permission has been given! Hilariously, I also have a porn drabble from months ago which ALSO perfectly fits this art.

-

A lot of things are easy, when Aoyagi and Teshima move in together. They already know each other's likes and dislikes, what to buy for their household when either goes to the grocery store, how to divvy up the chores so neither is stuck with the jobs he likes least. They slide into the rhythm of living together like slipping into a pair of old jeans — it's comfortable, familiar, and all the work of breaking things in has already been done.

Their schedules don't line up, going to different universities. But they see each other coming and going, and find themselves eating meals together late at night when they're both kept up studying. Even on days when they don't see each other at all night will find them crawling into bed together, too weary to say more than murmured goodnights before their heads hit the pillows.

Some nights, Aoyagi stays up drawing, out in their tiny sitting room with only the desk lamp turned on. Teshima will stand in the doorway, watching Aoyagi from around the corner for the way the warm yellow light from the lamp casts a halo against his hair. His arm moves in slow, subtle motions, and though Teshima turns away alone, he does so smiling.

The bed feels a little bit emptier, on nights when Teshima enters it first without Aoyagi right behind him.

But his body warms it up soon enough, and though he's grown used to the comfort of sleeping as two, many long years have prepared him for the periodic happenstance of sleeping alone. He drowses in that twilight space inhabited only by him, until the bed dips, and no matter how soundly he may insist he'd been sleeping, Teshima always finds himself craning his neck toward the door.

Aoyagi slides in behind him, a subtle weight denting the mattress before familiar arms curl around Teshima's waist. In the darkness, he sees nothing, just the vague landscape of the room beyond them smudged into the indistinct gloom. He doesn't need to see anything. He has the touch of Aoyagi's fingertips against his hipbone, his waist, skirting across the flat expanse of his stomach, and the light exhale of Aoyagi's breath breathed out against his cheek.

"Junta," Aoyagi always whispers, when he crawls into bed second. The sound of Teshima's name is like a lullaby breathed into his ear, condensed down to its very essence and passed along on a sigh.

"Goodnight, Hajime," Teshima whispers back, as Aoyagi curls closer still, presses his nose to Teshima's shoulder.

Teshima still remembers how to sleep alone, but it's happier, when he has Aoyagi's company instead.

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G

[momotarouuu]

playlist for aeglos's gundam au!

((listen here on spotify))

FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T

[momotarouuu]

playlist for dynamite's oikages beating the shit out of each other

((listen on spotify here))

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

[momotarouuu]

btw i couldnt get the full name to show but its c

FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, G

[kiriska]

No warnings apply.
Toudou/Makishima (Yowamushi Pedal)

Remix of this fill by dynamite. (Blanket permission here)

1 minute, 19 seconds of audio, cover of "The End of the World" by angela. I did not warm up nearly enough to be singing in this octave. 8D

I always did know
Some things would change
I always did know
Some things would stay the same

We've gone down different paths
We live in different worlds
But when we share a track
Familiar words come back
You scream my name to the wind
And I cannot keep myself from screaming back

You and I, can just sit here
We can face the blue sky together
What once we had
Has disappeared
But that's all right, our future's still so bright
You and I, we can fly
We can soar down these roads together no matter the time
You and I, we're side by side

Re: FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, G

[dynamite]

AND YET THIS IS STILL SO LOVELY

THANK YOU

FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/IZUMIDA TOUICHIROU, G

[luckycricket33]

no major content warnings although there is a thread around someone's neck
original fill by elts, using blanket permission: Eli looked back right then, locked her gaze with Umi’s and never broke the eye contact.

[catlarks]

I'M STILL YELLING ABOUT THIS!!! This is the most beautiful red string of fate execution and so fitting to both the fill and the quote, I love it so much. ;;;;;

FILL: Team Matsuoka Rin/Nanase Haruka, G

[squid_senpai_chan]

GIF WARNING
In response to this fill by niaocat
Specifically these lines:
“Haru…
"I'm home.
“I’m never letting go.”

FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, G

[kiriska]

No warnings apply.
Asahi/Nishinoya (Haikyuu!!)

Remix of this fill by iwaizumemes. (Blanket permission here)

Re: FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, G

[iwaizumemes]

I looked at this and I thought, Oh! It's so cute! When did I write Nishinoya??? And then I clicked my own fill and ;sladkjfl

ITS NOT OKAY, ITS ACTUALLY VERY SAD, STILL VERY CUTE BUT ALSO VERY SAD AND THANK YOU SO MUCH HOW ARE YOU SO TALENTED??

FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, G

[kiriska]

No warnings apply.
Tadokoro/Makishima (Yowamushi Pedal)

Remix of this fill by catlarks. (Blanket permission here)

[catlarks]

This is the most beautiful disgruntled Makishima and I love that, and I love Tadokoro just, happily stuffing his face. I love comfy tadomakis, thank you. ;;

FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, G

[kiriska]

No warnings apply.
Kinjou/Makishima (Yowamushi Pedal)

Remix of this fill by catlarks. (Blanket permission here)

[catlarks]

I am dying. How dare.

How does a person even make Kinjou look this sultry when he doesn't eVEN HAVE EYES, this is not fair.

FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, G

[kiriska]

No warnings apply.
Arakita/Toudou (Yowamushi Pedal)

Remix of this fill by catlarks. (Blanket permission here)

[catlarks]

I love how feral your Arakitas all look. ;;; I know he's going in for a kiss but he looks like he's going to literally bite Toudou's face off and that's beautiful. Thank you.

FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, G

[kiriska]

No warnings apply.
Arakita/Toudou (Yowamushi Pedal)

Remix of this fill by catlarks. (Blanket permission here)

[catlarks]

I love Arakita's pointy little teeth and underlashes and Toudou's cute fingernails grabbing him and BOTH OF THEIR EXASPERATED EXPRESSIONS, I love these horrible fighty children, thank you.

FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, G

[kiriska]

No warnings apply.
Makoto & a cat (Free!)

Remix of this fill by granada. (Blanket permission here)

Re: FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, G

[granada]

ahh this is such a cute drawing!!

thank you for choosing my fic to remix!

FILL: TEAM FUKUTOMI JUICHI/KINJOU SHINGO, T

[catlarks]

Major Tags: None
Word Count: 655
Pairing: Maki/Rin/Hanayo

Remixed from this fill by dandywonderous as prompted by simpleruser, blanket permission has been given! It's not meant to be a direct sequel, just in the same kind of vein as the fic it's remixed from.

-

Maki arranges her sheet music against the piano, fastidiously fixing the pages so that all their edges lay perfectly in line. The cover over the keys is rolled back, left that way after the numerous repetitions of the song she's already run through. After so much practice, she hardly needs the sheet music. She rolls the cover back down, letting the click of the wood sliding into place signify that this is it, it's done.

She walks into the front room of the apartment, the one stuffed with Hanayo's DVDs and Rin's knick-knacks and million other tiny pieces of each other's lives, and glances at the clock above the small kitchen stove.

Still a good twenty minutes until Hanayo and Rin return home, at least. Twenty minutes for her to fidget and fret, the melody for the song she'd been working on — the song she is finally going to show to her girlfriends, finished or not — playing hauntingly underneath every movement she makes from the inside of her own head. She stares at the clock over the stove, looks to the door, and breathes out.

She walks again toward the piano, and rolls the key cover back out of the way.

After so many repetitions, Maki hardly needs to play the song again. She knows every note that's written down on the paper — nudged into place by her precise, exacting hand — with absolute certainty. Her fingers find the keys in spite of this. There are a few places in the song where the melody grows weak, where the procession of notes seem to stumble over each other.

She begins to play, walking her fingers backwards and forward over the troubling bits of the song, adjusting, correcting. The music rises on the air, dancing in her ears and seeping into her head, the individual notes tangible underneath her fingers as they fly across the keys. On her fifth pass through the song, everything falls into place, and as the song draws to a close, she allows the last notes to linger and die away.

"That was beautiful, Maki-chan," Hanayo whispers, voice soft with awe.

"Yeah!" Rin says, without the same amount of delicacy. "It's been so long since you've played something new for us that I almost forgot, but your songs are so good."

Maki's head jerks toward them sharply enough to make it spin, her eyes springing wide.

"Rin! Hanayo!" she exclaims, her cheeks flushing warm. "I didn't hear when you came in."

"But Maki-chan," Rin says. "That was a whole, uhh..." Her eyes roll up, like she's counting in her head. "Five minutes ago, at least! Maybe ten!"

"You were feeling the music," Hanayo says, nodding slowly as if this makes sense to her. "I almost got lost in it myself, from the way you were playing."

"I didn't mean to," Maki says, glancing down.

She's embarrassed to have been caught in practice, rather than being given the opportunity to prepare for them and perform as if in a recital. Then it hits her all at once — they were praising her song, the new, finalized version of her song where everything came clear.

"I'm... Really glad you both liked it," she says, not quite meeting either of their eyes.

"Of course we did," Rin says, hunkering down so she's on Maki's level, so Maki is caught looking down into Rin's smiling face. Rin wiggles a little where she's crouched, and beams wider. "We always love the music you make."

"Rin is right," Hanayo says. "It's lovely because you love it so much, we can tell."

"Oh... Hanayo..." Maki starts to say, and before she can stop herself, reaches up to pull both of them down into a hug. She tilts her face against Hanayo's hair, even as she feels Rin nuzzle in against her shoulder. She's whispering when she finishes, the last words softest of all: "...Rin. Thank you."

Re: FILL: TEAM FUKUTOMI JUICHI/KINJOU SHINGO, T

[dandywonderous]

Oh goodness this is so cute! Good job Maki, haha. I'm flattered you liked my fic enough to continue it, thank you! I loved this!!

FILL: TEAM FUKUTOMI JUICHI/KINJOU SHINGO, G

[catlarks]

Major Tags: None
Word Count: 560
Pairing: Nozomi/Eli & Nico & Rin

Remixed from this fill by noepix as prompted by underscored, remix permission was given via PM on request. This became a lot more gen, a lot less nozoeli, but should still be cute!!

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"You don't have to play with us, Nicocchi," Nozomi says, resting the nozzle of her water gun back against her shoulder before cracking a smile that stretches mischievously wide. "If a little water gun fight is too childish for you, I'm not going to twist your arm."

Eli tries not to laugh as Nico's face screws up, expression twisting as she's torn between maintaining the facade of her maturity and the awful possibility of missing out on something fun. Eli almost succeeds — her mouth still ends up twisting, twitching with suppressed mirth.

Nico shoots her a suspicious look, and Eli again composes herself into patient waiting.

"Well," Nico says, weighting the single word until it's bursting with self-importance. "Since you must really want me to play with you, it would be so unkind of me to refuse. I could never disappoint someone who's counting on Nico to have a good time."

She pauses just long enough to shoot them each a warning look. "Even you guys. Who had better not pull anything funny."

"Me?" Nozomi asks. "Play with anything other than the utmost of fairness? Nicocchi, I'm hurt."

"Yeah, you're gonna be," Nico mutters. "When I beat you both single-handedly in this fight. Where's my water gun, anyway?"

"Oh, didn't we tell you?" Eli asks, smiling a little. "Rin wanted to play, too. She's filling up the other water guns right now."

"What?" Nico exclaims. "You didn't say anything about that."

"Awww, Nico-senpai, don't you want to be on a team with me?" Rin asks, popping up beside her.

Before Nico can even respond, Rin is helpfully shoving a water gun into her hands. She takes it on reflex, staring down at the water sloshing back and forth inside the capsule slotted into the back of the gun. She glances up again, offering Nozomi her best attempt at a snide look down her nose.

"Fine then," Nico says. "Rin and I will beat you two. And when we win, you'll have to admit that I — I mean we — are the best at water gun fights."

"Of course," Nozomi says, flashing another sneaky smile. "Whatever you say, Nicocchi."

Then she pulls her gun up, too quick for Nico to react, and spritzes her once right in the chest. Nico's face blossoms into a look of disbelieving outrage.

"No—zo—mi—!" she starts to say, raising her own gun with dangerous slowness.

"Oops, it seems like we may really have a fight on our hands, Elichi," Nozomi says, as she grabs for Eli's hand. "Let's go!"

Nozomi spins on her heel, dragging Eli along — laughing — as Nico pelts after them. She yells curses at Nozomi, sliding on the grass so that her shots from her water gun all go wide. Eli turns and fires off back at her, hitting Nico twice and Rin once, as Rin squirts her gun indiscriminately at all three of them and shrieks delightedly at the top of her lungs.

Before they're halfway across the field they're all dripping wet and breathless. By the time their guns go dry, even Nico couldn't say who was the winner.

"It's obvious," Nozomi says, squeezing Eli's hand where her fingers are still clasped in Nozomi's own. "It's all of us."

Nico huffs, but Eli only laughs and nudges her, and even she can't fight the ruling for long.

FILL: Team Akashi Seijuurou/Nijimura Shuuzou, T

[winterstuck]

for this fill by supreme_thunderrr who gave permission in the remix post

Re: FILL: Team Akashi Seijuurou/Nijimura Shuuzou, T

[supreme_thunderrr]

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! (^=˃ᆺ˂)

FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/IZUMIDA TOUICHIROU, M

[luckycricket33]

character death, impalement, neck specifically also spoilers for the original fill
i'd rather over-warn to be safe

but what else can you expect from a remix of the hunger games AU (posted by hapax/blanket permission)

thanks as always to team T2 for wrecking the rest of us, emotionally
hope this is adequate payback

Re: FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/IZUMIDA TOUICHIROU, M

[hapaxlegomenon]

eeeeEEEEVIL

FILL: Team Akashi Seijuurou/Nijimura Shuuzou, G

[winterstuck]

for this fill by fullofjoy who gave permission in the remix post

[fullofjoy]

AWWWWWW!

SO CUTE.

This and below pic are quite lovely! Your fills look so good.

FILL: Team Akashi Seijuurou/Nijimura Shuuzou, G

[winterstuck]

Gif warning
for this fill by fullofjoy who gave permission in the remix post

FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, T

[dynamite]

oikage, 665 words
violence, gore, blood, angst
original fill by psiten

too late I realised I really wanted to write so much kageyama-tachi, but I needed to excise rainbow bridge from my heart, first. all this super drama blood and angst.... (jazz hands) CLAMP!!!


--


The city lies in ruins, but Kageyama’s kekkai still holds.

A light wind picks up the scent of cigarettes, drifts it across the distance toward him; Oikawa’s long slim fingers are wrapped around a lighter, and the quiet clicks of the metal wheel nails Kageyama to where he stands, a steady rhythm that fills him, pulls his gaze so desperately and completely to the slow, measured movements of Oikawa’s hand; the elegant bend of the wrist, the slide along the cigarette to the wet shine of his mouth. (It looks like blood, Kageyama tries not to think.) Oikawa doesn’t look at him, but there’s a small smile on the tip of his lips; it hasn’t changed at all, it’s still full of the promise of teeth.

Kageyama breathes in deep, like that small wisp of smoke could fill his lungs enough to drown him, and suddenly Oikawa is there, a blur of illusion, the warm press of him close, like he’s always been the shadow that trails him.

(Or was Kageyama the shadow now. He doesn’t understand himself anymore, or maybe understands too clearly, his focus too straightforward and wanting; Kageyama doesn’t care to look too closely at the young idiot he used to be, does his best to chase after the bright memory of Hinata’s laughter instead.)

(Kageyama unconsciously touches the bandages that cover his missing eye; it doesn’t always work.)

“It’s been a while, Tobio-chan.” Oikawa runs fingertips lightly over Kageyama’s bandages and there’s something almost regretful in his look; Kageyama knows better now, though. He’s learned so much. “Are you here to finally defeat me? That’s what your wish is, isn’t it.”

There’s blood on Oikawa’s fingers, bright red and fresh; Kageyama takes the offered cigarette anyway, lets the taste of mint and copper and bitter smoke fill his mouth.

I only wanted to follow you, Kageyama doesn’t say, instead sets his features grimly because the fight is still his, and he tries not to think of how Oikawa is amazing, even now, as the claws of his magic cut deep into Kageyama’s skin.

Kageyama tastes only blood after that; when the razor tendrils of the sakura tree binds him tight and breathless, when the tips of Oikawa’s fingers brush gentle over his heart, when the red that trickles from Oikawa’s mouth smears across the corner of his own, like Oikawa is trying to push the unexpected words right into Kageyama’s mouth, shocked open and still.

The weight of Oikawa’s body in his arms drags him down, and Kageyama doesn’t know if he should remove his hand from where it’s thrust right through Oikawa’s heart; so he stays like this, the other arm wrapping around Oikawa’s back to pull him as close as he can, like Kageyama is fifteen again and he’s still chasing after the breadth of Oikawa’s shoulders, the teasing lilt of his voice.

The bridge is falling apart around them and every time Kageyama’s hand shifts, the awful wet noise of blood is too loud in his ear, and he wishes, he wishes, that it was his own heart being pulled apart in Oikawa’s beautiful hands, wrapped tight in Oikawa’s beautiful fingers.

The kekkai falls to nothing.

--

When Hinata finally reaches him, Kageyama is only meters away, hunched broken and low to the ground, but it might as well be the vastness of the sea that lies grey and unmoving between them. Kageyama is unreadable; or rather, he doesn’t look to Hinata anymore, draws the blinds so dark and close that when he looks out even the low pale sun is now too bright in his eye.

(Days later, Yamaguchi puts all his pride on the line; he barely makes it home, and Tsukishima does what he thinks is the only thing he can do, leaves the hospital bed where Yamaguchi sleeps for where Kuroo is waiting, and it’s so early in the morning the birds have yet to sing their loss.)

(Karasuno doesn’t fly again, after that.)

Re: FILL: TEAM IMAIZUMI SHUNSUKE/NARUKO SHOUKICHI, T

[psiten]

/CRYING

you... you... *YOU RAINBOW BRIDGED* and Sorata and Arashi too...

/cries into hands

This is fine.

(thank you i like pain)

FILL: TEAM IWAIZUMI HAJIME/OIKAWA TOORU, T

[araakita]

Remix of this fill by hapaxlegomenon, who gave blanket permission.

No Major Content Warnings
Words: 531


The feeling that settles in Arakita's chest after a battle, a victory, is exhilarating, the combination of lingering adrenaline from a fight and a steady sense of calm, silence because it's over, they've won, they're safe.

There's relief, at escaping the danger unscathed; pride, at fighting and winning, at being successful; contentment, at being by Fukutomi's side, trusting and loving him so completely.

This is what it means to be one of the strongest teams of Jaeger pilots in the world, to have a successful kill rate, to have people admire and look to them as hope for a world that once didn't have any.

("I love you." Fukutomi had said it after they first drifted, after any space between them had become nonexistent, after any lines of unfamiliarity and their status as basically strangers had blurred and then completely bled together.

What's mine is yours; what's yours is mine,

Memories, thoughts, feelings. All of it.)

Arakita knows that he doesn't need to say the same words aloud—Fukutomi has seen everything, knows everything, knows every single piece of him; it's a sentiment that goes without saying, that exists between them both that they know as well as they know themselves, each other.

(The meaning is there, present, in subtle glances and brushes of their hands; in the gentle bump of their shoulders as they walk through the hallways of the Shatterdome; in the tangle of Fukutomi's fingers in Arakita's hair, his hand cupping Arakita's cheek, triumphant, happy, proud, because they've won, they're alive, victorious and together; in Arakita's smile, impossible to hold back, and in Fukutomi's own when they look at each other.)

This is what it's like to be part of something, to be half of a whole.

"I love you, Fuku-chan," Arakita says, still a little out of breath after their most recent battle, victory, together, the overwhelming feelings of triumph, happiness, and love rushing forward in his words and his satisfied grin.

And Arakita pulls him into a kiss, smiles when he feels Fukutomi's automatic response to pull him closer, to hold Arakita's face in his hands, similar to how he's held Arakita's heart for so long, even before they knew each other like this—before distance between them became nothing, before me and you became us.

"I love you too, Yasutomo." Fukutomi murmurs the words against Arakita's still upturned lips without any hesitation, as if it's the most natural feeling in the world—because it is—and like it belongs and always has. He gently bumps his forehead against Arakita's, smiles too.

This is what it means to have something to fight for, to have renewed and revitalized reason and purpose.

This is what it's like to feel both invincible and infinite, to experience brief flashes of immortality despite testing fate consistently when constantly throwing themselves into the dangerous and possibly deadly outcomes that can accompany battling kaiju. But moments like this, when Arakita feels stronger than anyone, when he feels like he can reach and achieve anything with Fukutomi by his side overpower that fear, make him feel like he's on top of the world instead and that nothing can touch him.

Maybe together they can be.

Maybe together they are.

FILL: Team Akashi Seijuurou/Nijimura Shuuzou, G

[winterstuck]

Gif warning
for this fill by supreme_thunderrr who gave permission in the remix post

Re: FILL: Team Akashi Seijuurou/Nijimura Shuuzou, G

[supreme_thunderrr]

THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND IM SO HONORED THANK YOU FOR DOING A FILL BASED ON MY ANGST-RIDDEN DRABBLE IM CRYING RN IM NOT EVEN KIDDING

FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, T

[kiriska]

There's cursing
Iwaizumi/Oikawa (Haikyuu!!)

Remix of this fill by necessarian. (Blanket permission here)

2 minutes, 4 seconds of audio. Accompaniment music is a rock version of Canon in D by funtwo. I've recorded a lot of dumb things for SASO, but this is up there. 8D

I was looking for just one gecko
I should've known better people are crazy
I was looking for just one gecko
I should've known much better than to follow through with something as crazy as this

I was looking for just one fucking gecko
I didn't think that people were so stupid why are they all named Amanda?

Sure the ad said sixteen
But what the hell does that mean?
I was just going to get one
On the rest I wasn't keen

Why the hell are they all named the same stupid thing
Do you even know their genders
Maybe you offend her

Oh what the hell I will take them all from you
It's better than leaving them with a fucking nut like you
and I don't know what I'm thinking but it's too late now
I own sixteen reptiles with the same goddamn name

Oh what the hell I will take them all from you
It's better than leaving them with a fucking nut like you
and I don't know what I'm thinking but it's too late now
I own sixteen reptiles with the same goddamn name

Re: FILL: Team Aoyagi Hajime/Teshima Junta, T

[necessarian]

OMG!! this is so great! i'm so... aaaaaa what a clever way to remix :'DDD