sportsfest | Remix Round

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Remix Round

The remix round functions exactly like any other bonus round, only instead of using prompts, you create works based on other participants fills!

The remix round will remain open until August 31st, 2019 at 11:59PM PDT! [Countdown] This means you will have the entirety of the event, including a week after the other festivities end, to create remixes!

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Choose a fanwork created for SportsFest 2019 and make a remix of it!
You cannot remix fills created by yourself or your teammates! You can, however, remix fills that were created for your or your teammates' prompts.
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400 words (prose)
400px by 400px (art)
- Traditional art is also allowed with a good quality photo/scan
14 lines (poetry)
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FILL: [Your Team], [Rating]

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Scoring

First 10 Fills by any member of your team: 15 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21+: 2 points each

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Title: Long ride
Ship/Character: Takigawa Chris Yuu/Miyuki Kazuya
Additional Characters: Tanba Koichiro
Fandom: Daiya
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: None
Remix Permission: see permissions sheet
Link to Original Fill: here

Poor Miyuki all he wanted was to sit with Chris lol

***

Ride

This is amazingly cute and I cannot squee enough how perfect it is, thank you so much for lending to my small story such a fantastic artistic expression!!!! I am loving it very hard!!!!

I’m so glad! Thank you for writing a story that inspired me! Pouty miyuki is something I definitely wanted to draw

it's so cute !!
i think you single handedly made me love this ship

Thank you so much!! Welcome aboard a lovely ship 😊

Title: Snapped
Ship/Character: bokuaka
Additional Characters: fukurodani team members
Fandom: haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: bokuto is a ham and akaashi is into it
Word Count: 1420
Remix Permission: see permissions sheet
Link to Original Fill: here

***

Akaashi had no idea how he in particular had been roped into this particular slice of lunacy, but there was no backing out now.

A bulk of his second year upperclassmen were dragging him out to a nearby shopping center on a Sunday to do whatever normal troublemaking teenagers did on weekends. Akaashi tended to stay in the dorms and catch up on homework he had ignored in favor of volleyball throughout the week. Apparently, that practice was unacceptable.

“Dude, you’re only going to young and stupid once,” Bokuto had told him while hauling Akaashi in the direction of the door. “All work and no play makes Akaashi a dull boy.”

“I am a dull boy,” Akaashi muttered, but to no avail.

Soon they arrived at the bus stop outside the department store full of tiny niche shops. Akaashi’s eyes drifted up toward the third level, where most of the food shops were, and this time, he was leading the charge. Eating that many meat buns at once should have been enough to knock him dead, but all it did was make him thirsty.

One king-sized slushie later, they meandered onward until they got to a store Akaashi didn’t remember from the last time his mother had dragged him to this very place. It was called Snapz, and Bokuto pressed his face against the shop window and cooed. “Oh, dude, it is so much cooler in person. I could live here.”

Upon further inspection, Akaashi reasoned that this place was some sort of novelty portrait studio. The walls were littered with regular people in all sorts of garish and foreign garb. There were cowboys and knights and fairies and pirates — every iconic visual exactly what an imagination would conjure when one thought of any of those things.
Konoha grabbed Komi and dragged him into the shop toward a scene with a dragon sitting atop a mound of gold. “This is going to be so awesome. You be the dragon, and I’ll be the damsel in distress.”

Komi huffed. “Why are you so hyped about playing a girl?”

Beaming, Konoha framed his own face and whined out a rough imitation of an angel choir. “With a face like this? I can’t help but be beautiful.”

“And then you marry Shrek and live happily ever after, you crazy asshole.” Komi still eyeballed the dragon nonetheless, and Akaashi had a feeling there would be a similar photo leaving the store with them that day.

Sarukui was drawn to a scene of King Kong hanging from the Empire State Building swatting at planes, at which Akaashi could barely stifle a laugh, while Washio flipped through the digital menu humming and hawing at every choice.

If he had chosen for his teammates himself, Akaashi couldn’t have come up with anything better for each of them.

One noticeable absence, however, was Bokuto. He finally turned up from behind a privacy screen, decked in a toga with a plasma tube in hand simulating a lightning bolt.

Akaashi wished he hadn’t finished his slushie; his mouth went dry at the sight.

No need to panic, he told himself. He was well aware that he was attracted to his buoyant senpai, but this was the first time he had ever allowed his eyes to stray enough to see this much of Bokuto’s skin exposed.

“Do I or do I not look completely badass?” Bokuto waggled his eyebrows at Akaashi, who stared blankly because he wasn’t sure he could move. At the lack of response, Bokuto’s enthusiasm flagged. “Hey, I’m your senpai. You’re supposed to agree with me.”

Snapped back to reality by Bokuto’s moping, something he had recently found he had skill in negotiating, Akaashi reacted on instinct. “Yes, very nice, Bokuto-san. Now don’t let those leather sandals chafe your legs where your knee pads go or you’ll definitely suffer.”

Bokuto beamed. “Now that’s more like it. What’re you going to do?”

“Watch.” Akaashi turned his attention toward the picture catalog, and he thumbed through it with more interest than he was willing to admit.

The page with Zeus Bokuto had chosen caught his eye, as well as one noticeable exclusion: the type of costume. The one pictured in the catalog was far more generic and sack-like, unlike the one Bokuto was wearing, which was well fitted and styled. “Bokuto-san, that isn’t the costume in the picture.”

Chortling, Bokuto grinned and rubbed his hands together. “I know. This is mine. Totally cool, right?”

“Right,” Akaashi echoed. Forcing himself to look back at the catalog, Akaashi also noted the lightning bolt in the sample was a simple cartoonish cutout. “Where did you get the lightning bolt?”

Bokuto launched into an animated history of his costume and all its components. Akaashi was almost afraid to ask how much of Bokuto’s lunch money had gone into this venture, but the sheer joy that it brought him seemed worth the price.

One after another, their group went in for their portraits. Akaashi had to admit that Konoha did indeed make a fairly passable damsel in distress, as did Komi make a respectable dragon.

When Bokuto’s turn came about (‘save the best for last’, he had said), Akaashi was definitely looking forward to the finished product.

The backdrop was a vivid landscape of sunscorched clouds, and from a distance the plastic tube enclosing the plasma bolts seemed to disappear, leaving what looked like a crackling bolt of lightning right in Bokuto’s hand. Akaashi didn’t tear his gaze away as the photographer went through five or six shots in varying poses for Bokuto to choose from.

When Bokuto looked at the images on the monitor, he laughed and said, “I’ll take them all.”

An hour later, after trawling shops in wait of their pictures to be developed, they returned to Snapz for the finished product. Bokuto had been the only one to choose multiples, making his order take the longest. However, once the large envelope was in his hands, Akaashi would have waited days or even weeks for the light of excitement that overtook his features.

Bokuto carefully extracted the decorative paper sleeves from the envelope and looked at every one of them like he was seeing them for the first time. “Oh, wow, these came out great.”

Akaashi nodded. “They did. I don’t know why you own a toga, but you wear it well.”

It wasn’t difficult for Akaashi to find a favorite of the bunch, which was definitely the shot of Bokuto holding the lightning bolt like he was ready to smite someone, tempered by an expression of almost puckish glee. It reminded him of watching Bokuto play volleyball when he was in the zone.

“You can keep that one if you want,” Bokuto said, interrupting Akaashi’s thoughts enough to make him aware that he was staring at the picture. “You didn’t do one, so you should have something to take home with you.”

“I couldn’t take this from you, Bokuto-san.” Akaashi shook his head and pressed the picture back into Bokuto’s grip. “You may want it someday to show off to a new set of kouhai.”

Reeling like he had just been shot, Bokuto let out a dramatic death rattle. “Cut down in my prime by a sassy first year.” With that, Bokuto splayed himself on the floor with limbs akimbo and tongue hanging limply from the corner of his mouth.

A single eye popped open and looked up at Akaashi, who had covered his face against this undignified public display of melodrama. “So, you gonna keep it? If you do, I’ll stop embarrassing you.”

“Done,” Akaashi agreed, once again taking custody of the novelty portrait. He didn’t need too much convincing to retain this slice of fun from his first time out with his new teammates, with Bokuto. “Thank you, Bokuto-san.”

Thumbs up, Bokuto replied, “You bet, Akaashi. It’s about time someone looked at me with the awe and respect I so richly deserve.” When Konoha and Sarukui snickered behind him, Bokuto pouted. “See? No respect. No awe. They clearly can’t see my greatness.”

“Whatever you say, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi murmured, but his attention was fixed on not bending or creasing the picture in his hands.

Their day wound down and the group went their separate ways once again, but when he got home, Akaashi couldn’t drag his brain away from the mental image of toga-clad Bokuto’s excitement.

With a smile, he found a good spot on his wall to hang the picture. Akaashi didn’t mind remembering this day at all.

Edited 2019-07-14 19:51 (UTC)

Title: The Outsiders
Ship/Character: furuya
Additional Characters: oc kouhai
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: passing the misfit torch
Word Count: 749
Remix Permission: see permissions sheet
Link to Original Fill: here

***

It was a lot smaller than he remembered.

Not much could have dragged Furuya back to his old middle school where his teammates had refused to play with him. However, a nicely worded letter from the principal asking a ‘hometown hero’ to come and talk to a fresh crop of young players about the importance of working hard managed to do just that.

Having just graduated from Seidou the week before, he couldn’t come up with a creative enough way to say no, so he put on the nicest (and cleanest) button up shirt he owned and prepared to enter the lion’s den once again.

The lecture went about as well as one would expect from terminally awkward Furuya Satoru, but the kids seemed to enjoy it and that was what really mattered. He could see the stars in their eyes, which were full of big dreams and unfettered drive to make them come true. Most, if any at all, would never get that far, but he hoped each and every one of them managed to beat the odds and do it anyway.

On his way back to his family’s home, however, Furuya passed by the old practice barn where he had sweated away several hours and plowed through even more boxes of balls to hone his speed on his own. He had no catcher other than a spare hockey net, but it did manage to let him know if he missed the strike zone by a mile with the hard clack of the ball hitting the back wall.

That very net (Furuya knew the patterned duct tape holding the bottom pads on well) saw use once again with a kid who couldn’t have been more than thirteen firing ball after ball into it with velocity which could have matched Furuya’s own at that age.

The rest of the team was outside on the field, getting to know one another and chattering about how they were going to go to nationals despite having no experience whatsoever. This girl, however, was plugging away at making it happen.

For a moment, he wondered why she was in basketball shorts and a ratty school shirt issued for gym class rather than a uniform, and it hit him. There were no rules saying girls couldn’t play on middle school baseball teams, but social rules didn’t allow that kind of thing at all. She could have been the greatest pitcher in the world and no one would look at her twice.

Irritation flared in Furuya’s belly, and he pushed the door open.

Her pitch landed right in the bottom inside corner of the strike zone, which would have made the best batters shank the hit and pop a meatball of a foul. Despite a brief pause while realizing she wasn’t alone, though, she showed no sign of acknowledging Furuya’s presence in her space. He wasn’t about to change it, so he grabbed an old crate and sat on it to watch every pitch go by.

When she finally ran out of balls to throw, she finally met Furuya’s gaze. “You’re that guy who came to talk to the baseball team, right?” Furuya nodded. “They’re outside.”

“I know.” He picked up a stray ball that had rolled out of the net and tossed it to her. “I’m done with them. I’m watching you now.”

“But I —” She sighed and shook her head. “There’s no point. I’ll never get to play regular baseball. I don’t even know why I bother.”

Furuya swallowed an uncomfortable knot of empathy, recalling his own experiences with those feelings all too well. However, he had come to terms with them long ago, and he decided to tell her what he had told himself every time he had to throw to an empty net or run alone in the snow.

“You do it because you have to.” A smile twitched on his lips when she gawked at him. “It doesn’t matter what other people think. Somewhere, there’s a place for you who will want you for who you are and make you even better.”

He stood and headed for the door. Over his shoulder, he added, “Don’t stop until you find it.”

With that, he left his old middle school grounds for good. He didn’t know the girl’s name (he probably would have forgotten it in ten seconds anyway), but he had a feeling that someday, he would hear it for the first time right where it belonged: at the top.

Aw this was beautiful! Thanks for the remix!

Title: Polar Bear
Ship/Character: Sawamura Eijun, Furuya Satoru
Additional Characters: Miyuki Kazuya
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Harry Potter AU, Quidditch, patronus
Word Count: 778
Remix Permission: see permissions sheet
Link to Original Fill: here

Enjoy! ~

***

Monday to Friday were always filled with classes and extracurricular activities. This included Quidditch, which many of the students were interested in. Even if it wasn’t possible for them all to play, there would be many students visiting the field in their spare time or whilst studying to watch the students play. It was mostly boys that played, since not many of the girls could keep up with their high speeds and agility. Many students were interested din Quidditch, but not everyone was interested in playing. And therefore, it hadn’t been possible to make both a boys team and a girls team for each house. Only two teams had a single girl player in each, one being Ravenclaw and the other being Gryffindor.

The teams had their own practice times. Because school days were late, only one team could practice each day during the week. That meant each time had a day from Monday to Thursday where they practiced, and in the weekend, they had either Saturday or Sunday morning or afternoon. Friday was a lot more difficult. It was more of a “whoever came first” practice, that varied from week to week. Some were more interested in getting the pitch and would bolt over there after the last class let out, whereas others didn’t mind too much. That included both Furuya and Sawamura.

The two of them challenged each other to everything. Sometimes, it was who scored the most in Quidditch, or who was the fastest to get to the field after class. Other times it was to see who was fastest at completing their school work, or who got the best response from Professor Snape on their potion. He often ignored them when they asked who did best, but he secretly liked their enthusiasm when it came to potions. They were always eager to learn and eager to do it correctly. School was never dull with them around, and Miyuki was the one always running after them to make sure they didn’t do anything unnecessary or got into trouble. Miyuki was a year above the two, and he was often racing out of the classroom as soon as his class was done to babysit the two younger students, who at times acted like three-year-olds.

This afternoon after class had let out, Miyuki was late in leaving the classroom. He spent a solid hour, looking for the two mischievous boys, and regretting that he had promised the teacher to take them under his wing. When he finally found the two out of the school building in a faraway corner, the two had their wands in front of them. Although battling was strictly forbidden without a teacher, Miyuki was afraid that’s what they were doing so far away, hidden by a few trees that had been there for centuries and no one knew when they had been planted or why they had been planted randomly around the school grounds.

Miyuki grabbed onto the wand in his pocket, ready to stop the attacks. But to his surprise, the two boys were chatting, friendly towards each other.
“What are you doing?” Miyuki asked.
“Miyuki Kazuya! We’re practicing our patronums!” Sawamura turned and replied in a loud voice that could be heard from far away.
“It’s called a patronus, Noisymura,” Miyuki replied and shook his head, but Sawamura didn’t react.
“Furuya’s patronus is a polar bear!” Sawamura commented, “It’s never been seen before. Isn’t that amazing?”
Miyuki’s eyes widened slightly. There had been rumours of the so-called polar bear patronus, there was no record of anyone ever having it.
“Furuya, show him!” Sawamura exclaimed.
“Noisymura, you’re being too loud,” Miyuki complained, “My eardrums are going to burst.”

A small, quiet voice stopped Sawamura from getting riled up by Miyuki.
“Expecto patronum.”
The voice belonged to Furuya, and a moment later a polar bear appeared and ran away from them before disappearing back into thin air. Miyuki was speechless for several seconds, before he managed to croak out a comment.
“What about you, Sawamura? Can you even make a patronus?”
“Of course I can! Don’t underestimate me, you damn tanuki!” Sawamura huffed. “Expecto patronum!”
He flicked his wand and a phoenix flew from his wand and into the sky.
“Wow Sawamura, you actually managed a patronus. Just don’t forget what to do if dementors appear.”
“I know!” He huffed in reply, “Miyuki Kazuya, would it hurt you to compliment me sometime?!”
“Yes,” The older student grinned in reply. “Now come on back to school, I’ve spent all afternoon looking for you and it’s almost dinner.”
“Yes!” Sawamura exclaimed and put his wand away in his inside pocket. “Furuya, I’ll race you there!”

Title: Friends to Enemies
Ship/Character: Iwaizumi & Oikawa
Additional Characters: Ushijima
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Star Wars AU (well, I tried), war, battle, partners
Word Count: 996
Remix Permission: see permissions sheet
Link to Original Fill: here

The original fill was a star wars au but I haven’t seen star wars so bear with me. I kinda just winged this but it was super fun anyways xD

***

Iwaizumi had never imagined this day would happen. He had trained with Oikawa from they were young, the two of them inseparable. They were like brothers; doing everything together and they even took turns to stay at each other’s homes. Perhaps the reason they got on so well as kids was because their parents did too. Their parents often battled together for justice, and that left Iwaizumi and Oikawa alone for periods at times. Not that they minded, for the two of them were close. They bickered often, but it was all just banter and nothing real.

As they got older, they joined their parents in their battle to freedom in the galaxy. They were both skilled with lightsabers, and soon became known as the destroying duo, destroying everyone and everything that got in their way. They were undefeated, until arriving upon a particular opponent. The opponent had a team behind him, but the team never interfered unless the oppnent wanted them to. And he had been strong enough to defeat Iwaizumi and Oikawa both by himself. His name was Ushijima, and unlike most, he was a left-handed lightsaber user. It wasn’t uncommon to see left-handed users, but it was more often the right-handed ones that were the most skilled. Before Ushijima, there wasn’t a left-handed user that Iwaizumi and Oikawa couldn’t take down. Or a right-handed user, for a fact.

The defeat left the duo in despair, but Oikawa was especially hit by it. Iwaizumi kept practicing, swearing to himself that they would fight against Ushijima and win. After all, at this time they no longer were supporting their parents, but themselves. The destroying duo had both experienced losses; Iwaizumi had lost his older brother, who was dear to him, and Oikawa his father. The news of this when they returned home after being defeated by Ushijima weighed them down even more. Iwaizumi pushed on. It gave him more strength to defeat Ushijima, after all it was one from his team, whose purple colour stood out on the field, that had killed his brother.

Oikawa, however, was much more fragile. He had gotten a knee injury from the battle and had to stay still for a while to let it heal. However, one day, Oikawa disappeared. When Iwaizumi went to his room, the bed was neatly folded, which was unusual for Oikawa, and the room was tidy. Oikawa’s room normally looked like a bombing had just taken place. All that was left was a letter folded on the desk. Iwaizumi picked it up and noticed Oikawa’s messy handwriting on it, but it was readable, nonetheless. After reading the letter, Iwaizumi made a fist with his hand and punched the wall, so it echoed through the empty building. He swore under his breath. Oikawa had upped and left him, just like that. He had said he was going to train elsewhere and get special care for his knee. Iwaizumi wished Oikawa had told him face to face, he wanted to know where and how long, but the letter included none of that information. Iwaizumi continued to train, and once he felt ready, he returned to the warzone as a lone ranger.

Iwaizumi didn’t see anything related to Oikawa for almost a year. The quietness around him, which at first had been unbearable, was one he was slowly getting used to. He didn’t like that at all. At times he would still miss the bickering between himself and Oikawa over the stupidest things, like Oikawa chatting with girls when he was supposed to be practicing, or his complaints about having to walk so far when they could’ve gotten there by much faster means. Iwaizumi always kept his eye out for the familiar brown, curly hair when he was out. And when Iwaizumi finally found his partner again, it was in the worst way possible.

“What are you doing, Shittykawa?!” Iwaizumi exclaimed as his former partner charged towards him without a second thought, and Iwaizumi barely had the time to turn on his blue lightsaber and use it to block Oikawa’s.
“What does it look like?” Iwaizumi got a chill at the tone of Oikawa’s cold, emotionless tone.
“This isn’t you! What happened?” Iwaizumi continued to block ongoing attacks from Oikawa in confusion. What had Oikawa experienced whilst they had parted? A lot could change in eleven months, sure, but what would happen to make his former partner go against him, when they had been together ever since they were kids?
“Things change. I found out we were in the wrong, Hajime,” Oikawa’s voice was still as cold as before.
“We were friends! Tooru, please tell me this isn’t real.”
“It is,” Oikawa replied as his and Iwaizumi’s lightsabers hit each other, forming an x. As they stared at each other, Iwaizumi noticed that Oikawa’s eyes were no longer fiery as they used to be. Instead they were cold, empty, lifeless. It just confused Iwaizumi even more.

Before Iwaizumi had the chance to ask anything else, or reply to Oikawa, a figure from the back called a name Iwaizumi couldn’t quite pick up, but it made Oikawa move back. The figure, Iwaizumi realised, was Ushijima.
“You should consider joining the other side, Hajime. We could use you.” Oikawa turned and made his way across the battlefield, pausing after a few steps and turning his head over his shoulder to look back at Iwaizumi. “And my name isn’t Tooru anymore.”

Iwaizumi felt rooted to the spot as he watched Oikawa walk away. His brain was fogged with muddled thoughts, none of it seeming to make any sense. Had Oikawa forgotten why they had started fighting together in the first place? Heartbroken, Iwaizumi stood staring after Oikawa for several minutes until a companion walked over and woke him from his trance. Iwaizumi turned as they headed back, glancing back at Oikawa once more. Whatever had happened had changed Oikawa, and Iwaizumi would do anything to get his old partner back.

Title: Grease Lightning
Ship/Character: Kiyoko & Yui, Tanaka & Nishinoya
Additional Characters: All other Karasuno volleyball team members
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Grease, dancing, performance
Word Count: 695
Remix Permission: see permissions sheet
Link to Original Fill: here

I’m tired and it’s late and I have no idea what this is but I hope it’s okay xD

***

The end of the school year was interesting. Especially once the exams were over and the students finally had some space to breathe. After exams ended it meant there wasn’t long until the end of the school year. In this period of time, the boys’ volleyball team were practicing. Not volleyball as one might think, but for the end of the school year ceremony, Tanaka and Nishinoya had somehow managed to persuade the rest of the team to make a show. They had dragged the girls’ volleyball team to join them. The majority girls insisted that if they were to make a show, they should do Grease, and Tanaka and Nishinoya were both so hyped about that idea that they forgot any other ideas existed. They had appointed themselves as leaders, being the ones with the idea in the first place.

It would be impossible for them to do a full Grease show in the ten minutes together they had on stage. Even Tanaka and Nishinoya could both see that. So they all sat down and picked out their favourite Grease songs, making a playlist of them that fitted into the ten minute time slot they had. Originally it was only five minutes per club, but they had persuaded the principal to give them ten minutes, since they were two clubs joined together.

Volleyball wasn’t quite forgotten, Kageyama and Hinata insisted on making a dance routine that involved volleyballs. And they managed to fit it in well. It was decided that after the three third years, Daichi, Sugawara and Asahi, had introduced them and started the performance, Hinata and Kageyama would be in next, tossing a volleyball around whilst dancing. Next was Tsukishima and Yamaguchi, but Tsukishima wasn’t very motivated and didn’t do much, so instead it was decided that the two should dance in the background behind Hinata and Kageyama.

The second years were next, before they would hand it over to the girls to do the finishing show. Tanaka and Nishinoya acted out a scene directly from Grease, fitting to the music, and the other three joined in in the background, helping with the more difficult moves. After them, Kiyoko and Yachi would enter and dance their part, before the girls’ volleyball team took over.

Practice didn’t go too well at first. The space was limited, and it was difficult to match each other and the music without bumping into anyone or anything. The dress rehearsal the night before was rather charming, with half of the boys dressing up in dresses and skirts, and half of the girls were in tight pants, which made all the boys glare until Daichi went around and shook them back to reality. Everything came together well during rehearsal, except during the last run through of the performance, where Yachi managed to trip on the slippery floor beneath her and strained her ankle. Yachi was out of the performance, and the team fell into despair, for how where they going to be a complete team without her? It was decided she could join the stage in the end when bowing, but that didn’t fill the empty space in the middle of the performance.

Yui, from the girls’ volleyball team, was the one who offered. She offered to take over Yachi’s place, and then she would stay on stage and join her team after. After watching the performance practice many times, she was confident she could do the moves Yachi was supposed to. They retried the scene with Kiyoko and now Yui, and it went better than what was to be expected.

The next day was the day of the end of school year ceremony, and the two volleyball clubs, united as one, performed their Grease show without any problems or faults. As arranged, Yachi joined the stage in the end, red in the face as she was lifted by Daichi and Sugawara and ended up in the middle. The crowd applauded in delight at their performance, which had certainly livened the ceremony up, as they made their way backstage to return to their school uniforms and back to their spaces in the audience in front of the stage.

ahhHHHH THIS IS SO COOL i love how you fleshed out their dynamic anD ADDED USHIJIMA AS THE SITH LORD LMAO this is so rad!!!! thank you for this awesome remix, i love it!!

so it's absolutely fine if you're not interested lmao i know swars isn't for everyone, but i wanted to clarify the lore on the name thing bc i know i wasn't clear with what i was going for! when a Sith Lord takes on an apprentice they get a designation -- like Darth Maul's name wasn't originally Darth Maul, that's his Sith name. Same for Darth Sidious (Emperor Palpatine) or Darth Vader (Anakin Skywalker), etc. so that's what I was going for w Tooru's name; he would now go by his Sith name if he'd officially become apprenticed to a Sith Lord (i was too lazy to come up w one lol, which is why i left it vague) and it def works with his whole-- changing his ideology by joining the other side stuff. everything in this actually fits super well into SWars canon despite you saying you're not being familiar 👍👍

Title: La Dernière Fois
Ship/Character: Kageyama Tobio/Hinata Shouyou
Additional Characters: None just a brief mention of Oikawa
Fandom: Haikyû!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: a get back together so angst with comfort, Tobio's POV, romance, French
Word Count: 752 words
Remix Permission: see permissions sheet
Link to Original Fill: here

That took forever it seems but I am finally satisfied with my translation English to French of this fill. I wanted to try my hand at it since French is my first language so here it is.

***

Tobio se dandine nerveusement sur place, les yeux rivés sur la porte d’entrée de chez Hinata. Pas parce que c’est la première fois, ou même la dixième. Il est déjà venu un nombre incalculable de fois avant, bien sûr. Ils ont commencé par rentrer ensemble de l’école : ils riaient, se poussaient, se disputaient, et après, baissaient la voix dès qu’ils arrivaient à la porte en une tentative de respect avant de finir dans le jardin à s’entraîner à leur réception.

Puis, il y eut comme un renouveau, quand Hinata a fermé les yeux et lâché une confession sur son palier. Il avait été tellement prêt à se faire rejeter; c’était écrit sur son visage, vu la façon dont il se mordait la lèvre et retenait son souffle. Sauf qu’au lieu de le rejeter, Tobio l’avait embrassé. Le premier d’une longue série de baiser; sur ce million, un millier ont eu lieu juste ici, là où Tobio se tient à cet instant précis.

C’est également là où ça s’est fini. Les yeux d’Hinata étaient fermés, comme au début. Seulement, cette fois il pleurait, et cette fois, Tobio ne pouvait le réconforter avec un câlin ou un baiser, parce qu’il en était la cause. C’était la fin.

«Ça me prend trop de temps.», il avait dit, «Entre le volley et les cours, j’y arrive pas.»

Et Hinata avait simplement répondu «Pourquoi ?».

Bien sûr, Tobio voulait dire plus que ça : il avait peur, il était amoureux et il allait tout gâcher, plus que ce qui était déjà fait. Un roi arrogant comme lui ne peut aimer personne sans les briser, alors c’est exactement ce qu’il a fait. Il pouvait sentir qu’Oikawa se moquait de lui depuis là où il était.

Tobio n’a aucune idée de comment il s’est retrouvé ici maintenant. En toute logique, il sait que ce sont ses pieds qui l’ont amené au seul endroit où il se sent à l’aise. Mais qu’allait-il faire à présent ? Il ferme les yeux et serre le poing, s’imaginant Hinata dans sa tête. Que faisait-il ? Se lançait-il la balle, allongé sur son lit ? Envoyant des messages au passeur de Nekoma ? Riant devant une émission, complètement indifférent à son absence ? Ou peut-être lui manquait-il tout autant ?

Il doit cependant manquer d’entraînement, parce qu’il entend la porte s’ouvrir devant lui, et la voix d’Hinata flotte dans la fraîcheur nocturne.

«Tob- Kageyama ?»

Tobio ouvre les yeux et la bouche pour répondre, sortir une excuse suivie d’une insulte, comme avant. Au lieu de ça, il laisse échapper un sanglot. Peut-être que la journée avait été trop longue. Peut-être était-ce leur dernière défaite en match d’entraînement. Ou peut-être bien était-ce la pression croissante de ses parents avant qu’il parte pour l’université. Le pourquoi n’était pas important, seul comptait le fait que c’était juste Hinata et lui maintenant.

Et là, il demande à nouveau «Pourquoi ?»

Tobio a du mal à voir à travers ses larmes mais il distingue ses mains s’approcher et le presser contre lui. Et pour une fois, il ne résiste pas. Il le laisse faire et ils s’écroulent comme ça, entrelacés sur le palier d’Hinata.

«Pardon, pardon, pardon» Tobio répète en boucle pendant qu’Hinata le serre encore plus près pour essayer, en vain, de le réconforter. A présent que les mots sont sortis il est sans défense face à la barrière entre eux.

«J’aurais pas dû casser avec toi, pardon, tu me manques tellement. S’il te plaît dis-moi que je te manque aussi, s’il te plaît, pardon, je suis désolé.»

Hinata passe une main apaisante dans les cheveux de Tobio mais ne dit rien. Ce dernier sent toutes ses anxiétés revenir et se bloquer dans sa gorge, et tout à coup, le lieu et la présence familières ne sont plus rassurant, mais seulement un rappel de ses erreurs passés.

Tobio prend appui et se relève, faisant tomber la main d’Hinata de sa tête. Il ne peut pas. Pas maintenant, pas à nouveau. Il se tourne pour partir quand il est arrêté par la voix douce d’Hinata. Elle n’est normalement jamais, jamais douce, et sonne si fragile qu’il pourrait s’en arracher les cheveux car il sait que c’est de sa faute si elle est aussi hésitante.

«Tu pourrais rester ?»

Tobio cligne des yeux, fixant le regard plein d’espoir d’Hinata.

«Je, euh, ouais», Tobio déglutit brutalement avant de tendre sa main vers lui.

«Je pourrais rester.»

Il se laisse tirer à l’intérieur, comme bien des fois avant.

Et peut-être pas pour la dernière fois.

i cant get the image out of my head of a Grease musical number with the upperclassmen nailing the singing, kagehina throwing volleyballs around wildly on center stage for no discernible reason, and tsukkiyama in the background looking both bored and lost. it's too funny, im dying. thank you for providing me with this visual, it's perfect and so very karasuno

Title: if you suck at titles and you know it, clap your hands
Ship/Character: miyuki, kuramiyu, mentions of mei
Additional Characters: kuramochi
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: character death (mention)
Other Tags: miyuki is bad at feelings
Word Count: 1078
Remix Permission: see permissions sheet
Link to Original Fill: here

***

The autumn rain lashing down from the sky is frigid and soaks right through Kazuya’s hoodie. He vaguely recalls someone — Youichi, probably — telling him to wear a real damn coat outside, but he hasn’t listened to Youichi for the past ten years they’ve been together. Now isn’t the time to start.

Not when everything is so messed up.

Soil squelches beneath his sneakers, which are also waterlogged. His toes are curling up inside his socks for warmth that isn’t there, but Kazuya doesn’t want the feeling to go away. Physical pain is an old friend, a true cloak of safety in the hailstorm of nebulous things like love, hate, sadness, and all that other garbage.

Kazuya doesn’t want to feel any of those today, so he lets the downpour drench him even more. When the shivering starts, he screws his eyes shut and wills it away. It’s just another thing he can use to distract himself from the ache in his gut where something — someone — was carved out of him.

Now he knows why it’s always raining at funerals in movies. It’s an appropriate companion to this strange limbo stage of grief, the part where you know someone is never coming back but still expect to see them when you walk into a room. It never fails to catch him by surprise to walk into his regular gym and see the empty locker two slots down from his.

It was never supposed to end like this. He and Mei have been sparring since they were twelve, neither letting the other get ahead very far. Neck and neck, they had barreled into adulthood wrapped in this childlike habit of bickering for the hell of it.

But when it came down to it, they were one hell of a battery. Mei hated when Kazuya knew exactly what he was thinking, despite futile efforts to appear coy. He never had been one for hiding an emotion he could just as soon broadcast to the world. It didn’t matter who knew what Mei was going to do; they were too good together to be bested by much of anyone.

Life is a strange creature, a fickle one, he thinks. Kazuya had managed to be annoyed and enthused all at once when Mei, an all-star in his own right, had been traded to his team. He would never get a moment’s peace, but he’s never needed peace from baseball. It is his peace.

They worked hard to find a rhythm, and once they did, he couldn’t go anywhere without hearing sports fans gush over Mei. His name comes up very little, but that’s okay. Making the pitcher shine is his job, and nobody talks about the catcher until they screw up.

Kazuya isn’t the one who screwed up. This time, it had been Mei.

High on victory from a hard-fought league championship, their entire team had celebrated in the fine tradition of getting hammered and staggering onto the nearest bus to get home with or without all their clothing still on their person.

Though Kazuya never partakes in these bouts of revelry, he did tag along to make sure Mei didn’t pick a fight with a biker or a member of the yakuza. It sounds farfetched, but that was just Mei.

It had been Mei’s first such night on the town of this ilk, and Kazuya frowned when a glittering red sports car pulled up in front of the bar.

You know how the rest of the story goes. Kazuya tells Mei to hand over his keys, Mei tells him where he can shove it, Mei gets wasted and tries to drive home. Mei finds a streetlamp to hit hard enough to snap his stupid neck on impact.

Maybe Kazuya is cold, after all.

“Put a coat on, you dumb son of a bitch,” comes a hoarse voice from behind him, and a lurid green umbrella stanches the flow of rain. A well-worn trench coat drapes over his shoulders. “If you get pneumonia, I’m gonna kick your ass.”

A laugh escapes Kazuya’s lips. “You would make a terrible nurse.”

“Ha!” Youichi rolls his eyes. “Only because you’d be the worst patient ever.” He rests his forehead on Kazuya’s shoulder and sighs. “Getting soaked to the bone isn’t going to bring him back. You know that.”

Kazuya looks out once again over the pristine grounds of the temple, awash with a tranquility which belies the pouring rain. “He probably would have liked the idea of it.”

Arms wrap around his waist from behind, and Kazuya feels the warmth of Youichi’s breath as he sighs. “Yeah, probably.”

The swarm of strangers loudly grieving a man they never met finally starts to disperse, and some of the tension leaches from Kazuya’s shoulders.

Only Mei’s parents linger at the family’s grave site, and Kazuya spies Mei’s mother Emilie staring off into space while Mei’s father Hideo conducts business with the temple staff to sew things up. Blonde and beautiful, Emilie had most certainly been the biggest donor to Mei’s looks and personality. They were a lot alike. Maybe that’s why they hated each other.

From across the soggy meadow, Emilie’s gaze meets his. She has always enjoyed Kazuya’s company and vice versa, despite the lingering smell of menthols that oozed out of her skin. He imagines she is what Mei would’ve been like in twenty years, only with baseball instead of smoking and drinking to fill his days.

They stand there until Kazuya’s icy toes protest loudly enough to be heard. A shiver lances through him, and his entire body starts to shake. Youichi’s grip tightens enough that Kazuya can tell Youichi is trying to will away the icy cloud swirling in his chest. They’ve always been like that, though: Kazuya is emotionally constipated and Youichi reminds him that he’s fine the way he is.

“You ready to go?” Youichi murmurs against his damp shoulder.

Hideo and Emilie are already leaving in the back of a gleaming black town car, and nothing is left but the rain.

There would definitely be a swarm of media around his usual haunts, accompanied by a slew of questions about tragedy and all the typical junk that goes along with publicized grief. He won’t acknowledge a single one of them. He doesn’t need any of them in his business. He has Youichi for that.

“Yeah.” Kazuya’s pruning fingers lace with Youichi’s, and they leave side by side.

Thank you for clearing this up! I've never seen star wars before but that makes sense xD I'm glad you enjoyed it anyways~

T_T how’d you mange to cram so many emotions into one story?? I’m sad, mad at Mei for being so stupid, thrilled by Mochi making sure Miyuki doesn’t fall to pieces and all in 1,000 words asdjf. Thanks for the remix!

I love this! It captured their friendly yet highly competitive relationship quite well. Poor Miyuki tho - trying to keep those two wizards on a leash must be a special kind of hell lol. I also like the idea of a Phoenix for Sawamura. Thanks for the remix!

Title: Phoenix rising
Ship/Character: Sawamura Eijun
Additional Characters: None
Fandom: Daiya
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: None
Remix Permission: Yes see permissions sheet
Link to Original Fill: here

A remix of a remix lol. I was inspired by your choice of patronus.

***

Phoenix

Your remix has been remixed!
https://sportsfest.dreamwidth.org/20061.html?thread=2870365#cmt2870365

Title: this is a totally acceptable title
Ship/Character: kuramiyu
Additional Characters: none
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: a whole new woooooorld, with new horizons to pursue
Word Count: 1027
Remix Permission: see permissions sheet
Link to Original Fill: here

***

Miyuki never did like the holiday season all that much, Kuramochi thought as they drifted aimlessly through the damp streets. He was sure it had something to do with going home for the holidays — something Miyuki had never once seemed all that enthused about doing at any point.

But that was the next day. This day wasn’t about any of that.

Kuramochi wasn’t sure how they progressed from mildly antagonistic to something dangerously treading the line of being cordial, maybe even friendly. Maybe even more than that. He had no idea what was going on in Miyuki’s head on the best of days, aside from being annoyingly self-sacrificial and assuming responsibility for things that just weren’t his damn fault.

Anyway, that was just Miyuki and Kuramochi did sign up for this bullshit, after all.

The clouds looming overhead had been darkening all day, and Kuramochi groaned at the thought of lugging his umbrella around when the space between them was so unpronounced. It would certainly have been an unwelcome third wheel in this . . . whatever it was.

Looking up at the sky, a smile twitched at the corners of Miyuki’s lips. “I think it’s going to snow.”

“Dude, are you nuts? It isn’t even cold enough to snow.” Kuramochi bit back a sigh at his own snapped reply. It was seldom that Miyuki smiled at anything that didn’t have to do with baseball or trolling their idiot kouhai. And he never did it over something like the weather.

Miyuki stuck out his tongue and blew a raspberry. “It’s going to snow. Let’s make a wager.”

With a competitive streak a mile wide, Kuramochi smirked and said, “Deal. If I win, you have to throw out that ugly ass yellow hoodie of yours.”

“And if I win, I get to do something I’ve always wanted to do, and you’re not allowed to punch me for it.”

Since Kuramochi fought the urge to punch Miyuki on a daily basis over normal stuff, he shuddered to think what was in store if he lost. Then again, it was still too warm to snow, so he had this one in the bag. “You’re on.”

Their journey meandered into a nearby park, the skeletal trees a stark contrast to the murky clouds. It was pretty in a harsh kind of way, Kuramochi thought. Sort of like that rotting shriveled fruit disguising itself as Miyuki’s personality, they were unapologetically there and unafraid to persist in the face of adverse conditions.

Kuramochi didn’t realize he had stopped walking until Miyuki’s foot flew up and swatted him solidly in the rear. “You were thinking something really gooey, weren’t you?”

“What? Hell no,” Kuramochi lied, forcing his feet back into action lest Miyuki discover that he had been dangerously close to mooning just seconds before. “The only gooey thought I’d ever have about you is imagining stabbing you in the neck and watching you bleed. Jackass.”

Miyuki snorted. “Whatever you say, Mochi-chan.”

“And don’t call me that!”

The silence following was welcome for Kuramochi, an opportunity to scrape his sanity back together. He had no idea when it had become so unsettling for Miyuki to throw jibes his way, but it did and he hated it. It was a dangerous cocktail of wanting to hide under a rock and subject himself to more of it, neither of which was an acceptable option.

Kuramochi flinched when something cold and wet slid down his cheek. “What the —” He looked up at the looming clouds, and his jaw hung slack in shock when he saw the telltale dance of snowflakes on the gentle breeze. “Well I’ll be damned.”

“Told you.” Miyuki turned his face up, eyes closed as he absorbed every bit of snow he touched. His glasses were wet and foggy, and he absolutely did not seem to give a damn at all. “I win.”

A knot of anxiety twisted in Kuramochi’s belly. Okay, so he was resigned to deal with the fact that he and Miyuki didn’t exactly have a normal kind of relationship, but whatever it was that Miyuki had in store for him made Kuramochi nervous as hell.

He certainly did not anticipate an arm slipping around his shoulders, tugging the two of them together. Kuramochi’s eyes bulged as he felt Miyuki’s warm lips brush against his cheek, which were conspicuously smile-shaped.

And then everything was back to normal for everyone except the little heathen screaming in the back of Kuramochi’s brain. Miyuki hummed under his breath while his tongue darted out to snare a few stray flakes, like he hadn’t just kissed Kuramochi and mucked up every notion Kuramochi had about their interpersonal dynamics.

The walk back to Seidou was long and weird, yet Kuramochi hated to see it end. He was going home to Chiba for the holidays, and Miyuki would go home to an empty house with nothing to do but sit around and plot ways to have an even shittier disposition. Then again, even that thought was preferable to the concept of Miyuki sitting around alone. Or worse — sitting around lonely.

“Either you’re coming home with me, or I’m going home with you,” Kuramochi blurted, shocking the hell out of both of them.

Miyuki snickered. “Aww, is Mochi-chan going to miss me?”

“Hell no.” The edge in Kuramochi’s retort dulled, drawing out a heavy sigh. “I just think you’ll miss me.” When Miyuki didn’t reply, Kuramochi knew he was right. “I know you’re worried about your old man, but someone’s gotta worry about you. Guess that’ll be me.”

This time, Miyuki’s smile was vivid and so genuine that Kuramochi had to keep from taking a step back from its brightness. “We’ll be just like Jun-san’s shoujo manga girls. Huddling under the covers for warm together because there was only one bed.”

“Fuck you, you smarmy shithead,” Kuramochi grumbled, and Miyuki laughed.

“It’s way too early in the plotline for that. Can’t rush the story.”

The two of them bickered all the way back to school, and it filled Kuramochi’s entire chest with something strange and bright. It was something that felt a lot like snow.

Edited 2019-07-20 21:13 (UTC)

Screams!!! Thank you so much I love it!! It’s just so perfectly them! Asdjf

Title: Ours Polaire
Ship/Character: Sawamura Eijun&Furuya Satoru&Miyuki Kazuya
Additional Characters: None ?? I mean there's a mention of Professor Snape
Fandom: Daiya
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Harry Potter in French y'all, it's a translation, gen, patronus
Word Count: 718 words
Remix Permission: see permissions sheet
Link to Original Fill: here

I translated this fic as best as I could I'm still not sure it would get published tho lol. The edit is also following French rules so it looks a bit different than in English ><

***

Durant la semaine, les emplois du temps étaient remplis par les cours et les activités extra-scolaires dont le très populaire Quidditch. Bien qu’ils ne puissent pas tous y jouer, la plupart d’entre eux venaient tout de même visiter le terrain durant leur temps libre, ou bien regarder les équipes tout en étudiant.Puisqu’il n’y avait pas beaucoup de filles suffisamment rapides et agiles, elles étaient surtout constituées de garçons. Beaucoup s'intéressaient au Quidditch mais très peu pour y jouer et il n’avait ainsi pas été possible de créer des équipes de chaque dans les quatre maisons. Seuls deux équipes comptaient parmi leurs membres une joueuse, soit celles de Serdaigle et de Gryffondor.

Chacune d’entre elle avait des horaires d’entraînement propres. Comme les cours finissaient tard, il n’y avait qu’une seule qui pouvait s’entraîner par jour en semaine. Autrement dit, une équipe se voyait attribuer un jour de la semaine pour s’entraîner, ainsi qu’un second créneau durant le week-end : samedi ou dimanche, matin ou après-midi. Sans compter le cas spécial du vendredi puisqu’il s’agissait plus d’un «Premier arrivé, premier servi.» dont les résultats variaient de semaine en semaine. Ceux qui étaient plus désireux d’obtenir le terrain s’y ruaient dès la fin des cours, face à l’indifférence des autres ; Furuya et Sawamura incluent.

Les deux élèves étaient perpétuellement en compétition l’un avec l’autre. Parfois, il s’agissait de savoir lequel marquerait le plus de points au Quidditch, lequel arriverait le plus vite sur le terrain après la sonnerie. Ou encore, celui qui finirait ses devoirs le plus vite, ou qui pourrait obtenir la meilleure réaction du Professeur Rogue. Ce dernier les ignorait souvent quand ils lui demandaient de juger leurs potions, mais il aimait secrètement leur enthousiasme. Ils étaient toujours avides d’en apprendre plus et désireux de maîtriser cet Art. La vie à l’école n’était jamais monotone avec eux, et Miyuki se retrouvait toujours à courir derrière eux pour s’assurer qu’ils ne faisaient rien de superflu ou qu’ils ne s’attiraient pas d’ennuis. Étant leur aîné, il sortait fréquemment en courant de sa classe dès que le cours était fini pour baby-sitter ses deux cadets qui agissaient par moments comme des enfants de trois ans.

Cet après-midi-là, Miyuki sortit de son dernier cours en retard. Il passa une bonne heure à chercher les deux gamins, et à regretter sa promesse à son professeur de les prendre sous son aile. Quand il les retrouva enfin, ils se trouvaient dehors, dans un endroit reclus, et leur baguette étaient sorties. Bien que les duels étaient strictement interdits sans la présence d’un professeur, Miyuki craignait le pire, cachés comme ils l’étaient par des arbres centenaires dont leur origine était inconnue.

Il agrippa sa baguette dans sa poche, prêt à arrêter les attaques, mais à sa stupeur, les deux garçons échangeaient tout simplement une conversation amicale.

- Qu’est-ce que vous faites ?
- Miyuki Kazuya ! On s’entraîne à faire apparaître nos patronums !
Sawamura se tourna vers lui et répondit d’une voix si forte qu’elle résonna.

- Ça s’appelle un ‘patronus’, Bruit-mura.
Il secoua la tête mais le jeune garçon ne réagit pas.

- Le patronus de Furuya est un ours polaire ! Du jamais vu. Génial, non ?

Les yeux de Miyuki s’écarquillèrent. Un ours polaire pour patronus n’était que rumeurs, il n’y avait aucune preuve que ce soit vraiment arrivé.

- Furuya, montre-lui !»
- Bruit-mura, moins fort. Mes tympans vont finir par exploser.

Une toute petite voix les interrompit, empêchant Sawamura de réagir au commentaire de son aîné.

- Expecto Patronum.

Un instant plus tard, un ours polaire apparut devant eux avant de courir et de disparaître. Miyuki était bouche bée plusieurs secondes avant de retrouver sa voix, bien qu’un peu rauque.

- Et toi, Sawamura ? T’arrives à en faire un ?
- Bien sûr que j’y arrive ! Ne me sous-estime pas, espèce de tanuki ! Expecto patronum !

D’un tour de baguette, un phoenix surgit, déployant ses ailes avant de s’élever dans le ciel.

- Waouh, Sawamura, tu as vraiment réussi à faire apparaître un patronus. N’oublie juste pas quoi faire si tu tombes sur des détraqueurs.
- Je sais ! Miyuki Kazuya, ça te tuerait de me complimenter pour une fois ?!
- Oui.

Il sourit malicieusement.

- Allez, maintenant, retournez à l’école. J’ai passé l’après-midi à vous chercher et il est bientôt l’heure de dîner.
- Ok !
Sawamura répondit avec de ranger sa baguette dans sa poche intérieure.
- Furuya, on fait la course !

It's been translated to French here : https://sportsfest.dreamwidth.org/20061.html?thread=2885725#cmt2885725

Title: i can’t believe i have no title again
Ship/Character: Furuya Satoru
Additional Characters: Sawamura Eijun
Fandom: daiya no ace
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: i have decided that these two as hufflepuffs should be canon forever
Word Count: 535
Remix Permission: see permissions sheet
Link to Original Fill: here

***

If Furuya had to pick a least favorite lesson in this year’s Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, it was definitely this. Time after time, all he could draw out of his wand was a pathetic stream of silvery smoke that died as soon as it was born.

His classmates seemed to be getting it, slowly but surely. Furuya, however, was as far from producing a Patronus Charm as one could be without being an actual Muggle.

A little to his right, Furuya watched in awe as a gleaming fox rushed out of Sawamura’s wand, drawing a giggle from its owner as it bounded around the room.

“How did you do that?”

Sawamura beamed at him. “You know that feeling you get with the Snitch in your hands? Your broom’s beneath you and you just know nobody can beat you. It’s like that. Just let it take over.”

Furuya closed his eyes and sighed. He wasn’t sure if he would ever understand things like channeling feelings when it had nothing to do with Quidditch, but Sawamura knew how to speak his language.

The images started swirling in his brain. Chasers raced off with the Quaffle darting every which way like birds, while Beaters rocketed Bludgers in their direction. Far above that, however, lurked the Seekers. Eagle eyes scanned the perimeter, looking for that minute flash of gold. It was not much more than a meager flicker of light, but it was enough.

His hand started to fist around his wand, body tensing as if he were waiting for the Snitch to fly by at that very moment.
“You’re too tense!” Sawamura slapped Furuya’s wrist with his wand and shook his head. “Don’t think about the waiting part. Think about the wings.”

No elaboration was necessary for Furuya to know what Sawamura meant by ‘the wings’. There was nothing else like it in the world, that strange sliver of gossamer metal fluttering in his hands, so delicate but completely unbreakable. He was certain there was a metaphor in there somewhere, but it was way too early to subject himself to that kind of critical thought.

His entire being started to flood with a rush of well being. With confidence he wouldn’t have dreamed of only minutes before, Furuya opened his eyes. Extending his wand, he murmured, “Expecto Patronum.”

Several heads turned his way in the classroom as a huge polar bear flew from the tip of his wand, ready to trot around in the air as if it were a frozen tundra and not a school.

“Ooohhh!” Sawamura grinned as his eyes followed the bear in its trek around the room. “Now that’s a Seeker-sized Patronus, Furuya. Good thing your old pal Sawamura was there for you.” He crossed his arms and waggled his brows.

Furuya whipped his wand through the air, and the bear streamed right back into it, leaving nothing but a warm glow on the tip. “Mine is bigger.”

“It’s not the size that counts!” Sawamura squawked, and Furuya heard approximately none of the subsequent rant.

A residual cloak of peace settled over him. Sawamura had been right about one thing: anything worth doing was worth doing with Quidditch.

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Re: Fill: Team Grandstand, G

Re: Fill: Team Grandstand, G

Fill: Team 29 Balls - Rated G

Fill: Team 29 Balls - Rated G

Re: Fill: Team 29 Balls - Rated G

Fill: Team 29 balls to the face, G

Fill: Team 29 balls to the face, G

Fill: Team 29 balls to the face, G

Re: Fill: Team 29 balls to the face, G

FILL : TEAM WITH THE WIND, G

Re: Fill: Team 29 balls to the face, G

Fill: Team 29 Balls - Rated T

Re: Fill: Team 29 balls to the face, G

Re: Fill: Team 29 Balls - Rated T

Re: Fill: Team 29 balls to the face, G

Fill: Team Grandstand, G

Re: Fill: Team 29 balls to the face, G

Fill: Team 29 Balls - Rated T

Re: Fill: Team 29 Balls - Rated T

FILL : TEAM WITH THE WIND, G

Re: Fill: Team 29 balls to the face, G

Fill: Team 29 Balls - Rated G