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SF2020 - Remix Round

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Title: wherever you go
Ship/Character: Azumane Asahi/Sawamura Daichi
Additional Characters: Sugawara Koushi, mentioned Nishinoya Yuu
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: soft, hurt/comfort, Asahi cries a lot, minor reference to homophobia by unnamed characters
Word Count: 1545
Remix Permission: see permissions sheet
Link to Original Fill: here

***

first year

Asahi’s doing his best to cry quietly, at least. He’s found a secluded corner of campus, some vending machines that are mostly empty and look disused, and has hidden himself on the far side of them. He’s really, really hoping no one comes across him, because it’s still the first week of school and there’s still a chance, however small, that this might be different from school years in the past. He’s fifteen years old, damn it, and he’s too old to be crying at school. At least he’d made it away from his tormentors before he broke down.

The sound of steps in the hallway has him looking up, pulling his feet up against him and trying to be as quiet as possible. His breathing slows as he listens, and he manages to mostly control the tears on his face. He lets out a soft hiccup and curses himself internally, and the sound of footsteps grows closer.

“Hello?”

He knows this voice, but he can’t place it until the owner of it comes into view. Sawamura Daichi, another of the first years on the volleyball team, looks down at him. Asahi blushes red and tries to hide his face in his arms.

“Hello,” he says into his elbow.

“Are you...crying?” Daichi asks.

Asahi risks peeking at him. He doesn’t look like he’s going to laugh, and he didn’t sound like it, either. He takes a deep breath.

“Yeah, uh. I guess.”

“What’s wrong?”

Asahi’s working up the courage to answer when a solid presence appears at his side. When he looks up, Daichi’s sat down beside him.

“Some third years were, uh. You know, it’s really not a big deal.”

“If it upset you, it is,” Daichi answers.

Asahi looks at him. His face has sincerity written all over it, like he really cares about what Asahi’s going through. He wonders if Daichi’s face will look the same if he tells him what happened.

“Some third years found out that I...like guys. You know, like...that.”

“And they made fun of you for it?”

“Only because I’m too big for them to threaten to beat me up.”

Daichi huffs, a cross between irritation and laughter. “That’s stupid. Shit, we’re in high school, you know? You’d think people could mind their own damn business.”

Asahi isn’t quite sure how to answer. This is more than they’ve talked at all in the few practices they’ve had together.

“You should come eat lunch with me and Suga tomorrow,” Daichi says. “We’ve been eating outside under the big sakura tree. No one’s bothered us there.”

“Okay,” Asahi finds himself saying.

“And uh, about the whole liking guys thing?” Daichi scratches the back of his head, and there’s a faint blush across his cheeks. “You’re not alone in that. I do, too. Girls and guys, I guess, but definitely guys, too.”

Asahi’s heart pounds uncomfortably in his chest. “Oh.”

Daichi reaches out and wipes away the last tear left on Asahi’s face. “So no worries, okay? If anyone bugs you while we’re together, Suga and I will take care of them.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll see you later, Azumane-kun.”

He gets up and leaves in the direction he came, and Asahi finds himself wishing he’d had more to say to get him to stay.

---

second year

Asahi’s cried his fair share in front of all of his teammates by now, but there’s really something about crying in front of Daichi that makes him feel weak. Maybe it’s because Daichi is so strong, or because he never lets anyone see him shaken. Either way, Asahi would feel a lot better fighting away his tears until he gets home.

Suga parts from them at the usual spot, giving them a quick wave. Asahi starts walking in the direction of his house and finds that Daichi is following him instead of heading for his own.

“Is this the part where you tell me it wasn’t my fault and I did everything I could?” Asahi asks.

“Nah,” Daichi answers. “The captain already told you that enough.”

Asahi bites his lip. “We’re losing our third years, now, so that makes you the captain.”

“I’m not walking with you because I’m your captain, Asahi. I’m walking with you because as a friend, I’m worried about you.”

Asahi swallows. It’s so much harder to fight off his tears when Daichi’s being kind instead of giving him a hard time.

“You don’t need to be. I’m really fine.”

“Liar.”

“Daichi, it’s fine.” He starts to walk a little faster. “Go home, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Daichi grabs his elbow and spins him around. “Hey, could you not run away from me?”

Asahi stares at him.

“If I’m the captain, now, that means you’re our ace. We depend on you, and I want you to be able to depend on me. As your captain and as your friend. Okay?”

Asahi can’t help it; the tears finally start to flow. They’re standing in the middle of the street and everyone and their mother can probably see them but now he’s started and he can’t seem to stop. Daichi pulls him into a tight hug.

“Sorry,” Asahi gasps. “It’s just. I wanted to win so bad today.”

“I know,” Daichi says. “We’ll get ‘em next time. Us and the first years, we’ll get ‘em, okay?”

Daichi pulls him over to a bench, and they sit together as Asahi cries it out. Daichi holds his hand the whole time and murmurs quietly to him, soothing gestures that Asahi can’t thank him enough for.

“Thanks,” Asahi says after a while, wiping his face with his sleeve. “And, uh. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Daichi says. “Sometimes you need to cry.”

“I’ve always needed it more than others.”

“There’s not a limit, Asahi.”

Asahi laughs once, harsh and bitter. “Well. Sorry, anyway.”

He stands. It’s a moment later before Daichi stands, too, and when he does, it’s on his tiptoes.

He presses a kiss against Asahi’s cheek.

When he pulls away, he’s bright red. “See you later,” he says quickly, and then he’s headed back in the direction of his own house.

Asahi is too stunned to yell after him.

---

third year

Asahi wipes away yet more tears from his eyes as Suga envelops him in a hug. At least today, of all days, he’s expected to cry, so he feels less out of place.

“We did it!” Suga shouts, directly into his ear. “We passed!”

Daichi appears at Asahi’s side. “Hey, Ace.”

Whatever Asahi might have said is drowned out by Suga shouting and grabbing him in a hug, too, and then by Suga hugging both of them.

“You are far more excited than I thought you would be,” Daichi laughs.

“Of course I am!” Suga answers. “We’re done, Daichi. We get to get out of here, leave everything behind. We can finally be ourselves.”

Asahi smiles through his tears. He’s happy for them, truly, he is, but he can’t help but feel a lot of other things, too. Jealousy, sadness, loss. His best friend and his boyfriend are moving to Tokyo, going to college, moving up in the world. Asahi’s staying in Miyagi and working at Ukai’s store.

“Sorry, Asahi,” Suga says, seemingly picking up on Asahi’s rapidly changing moods.

“It’s okay,” Asahi says, and he means it. “I’m happy for you.”

Daichi twines their fingers together. “Come on. We’ve got a little while before we’re getting lunch.”

“I have to catch up with my parents,” Suga says. They wrap each of them in another hug. “I’ll see you guys at the team dinner later.”

They run off and intercept a flying Noya, who’s streaming in Asahi’s direction. Daichi tugs Asahi away from the crowds of people. Asahi is content to let him lead, no clue as to where they might be headed. He’s not surprised to find them headed for the sakura tree under which they’ve eaten lunch the last three years.

“Thought you might need some space,” Daichi says quietly.

“Yeah,” Asahi agrees. “You thought right.”

“Suga didn’t mean what they said, you know. About leaving everything behind.”

“I know that.”

“We’re not leaving you behind, Asahi,” Daichi says. “I promise.”

“I really do know that,” Asahi says. “And I’m really proud of you, for doing what you want, for getting out there.”

They look at each other. Daichi’s face is soft, and Asahi can’t help but lean in and press his forehead to his boyfriend’s.

“Hey,” he murmurs.

“Hey,” Asahi responds.

“I have something for you.”

Asahi watches as he tugs the second button off his uniform. He takes Asahi’s hand, places the button in it, and wraps Asahi’s fingers around it.

“Oh,” Asahi says.

“I know you know that I’m not leaving,” Daichi whispers. “But I think sometimes you’re gonna need a reminder.”

“Yeah,” Asahi agrees, tears falling fresh down his cheeks. “Yeah, I’m sure I will.”

“I love you, Asahi,” Daichi says. “No matter where I go, that’s always gonna be true.”

Daichi holds him close and lets the tears fall, reaching up to hold his hand against Asahi’s jaw. Asahi feels the button press into his palm.

“I love you, too,” Asahi answers, and he knows it’s going to be true wherever he goes, too.

This is so sweet!! I love it so much!

Re: FILL: Team 29 Balls to the Face, T

stariceling - 2020-07-21 03:07 (UTC) - Expand

Re: FILL: Team 29 Balls to the Face, T

joshllyman - 2020-07-21 03:51 (UTC) - Expand

Title: golden
Ship/Character: Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Hinata Shouyou/Kozume Kenma/Kageyama Tobio
Additional Characters: Kuroo Tetsurou, mentioned Sawamura Daichi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: nonbinary Akaashi Keiji, nonbinary Kozume Kenma, polyamory, Alternate Universe - Soulmates
Word Count: 2396
Remix Permission: see permissions sheet
Link to Original Fill: here

Please enjoy <3

***

Keiji isn’t one to get nervous, but then again, Keiji isn’t one to attend balls, either, so perhaps this is a night for the unusual.

Long gloves cover their arms, as is custom for the Unmatched, but their shoulders are displayed by the cut of their gown, which Kenma assures them is a good look. Kenma is a simple black sleeved gown, even though they’ve been Matched for two years now. They told Keiji once that they simply prefer to be covered so that they garner less attention. That makes sense to Keiji: Kenma’s match is written on their skin in bright orange and electric blue tones, colors that are hard to ignore. Keiji has a feeling that if their match were so ostentatious, they would cover up, too.

“There’s really nothing to be nervous about,” Kenma says, and Keiji frowns at them. How they got so good at reading Keiji, they’ll never know. “It’s just a ball.”

“There’s new suitors here tonight,” Keiji says.

“Since when have you cared about suitors?”

Keiji doesn’t have an answer to that question, not exactly. Kenma is right that in the past Keiji hasn’t ever cared about suitors. These balls are a ridiculous exercise in extroversion for both of them, antisocial creatures that they are. Keiji prefers a walk in the gardens or the company of the waterfall nearby or a good book on a rainy day to the company of most people. They make exceptions for a few people, Kenma and their matches included (although Shouyou is exhausting even on a good day, he is kind and caring; Tobio is more quiet and reserved, except when he’s bickering with Shouyou, but they’re both good people and Kenma loves them very much). But for the most part, Keiji would greatly prefer to be alone.

It’s just a feeling they’ve had, boiling hot under their skin all day. It makes the gown and its many layers uncomfortable, and Keiji fears they’ll be so sweaty no one will approach them to ask for a dance.

“Did you have a feeling of any sort?” Keiji asks, turning their head away from their reflection to look at Kenma. “Any sort of indication that you knew you were going to find Shouyou and Tobio before you did?”

Kenma blinks, considering. “I guess so,” they answer. “It wasn’t certain, but I remember feeling odd that day.”

Keiji turns back to the mirror and adjusts their right glove, which has fallen down a hair. “I feel odd today.”

Kenma hums, and Keiji fidgets with the neckline of their gown. “Here,” Kenma says. They hop out of the chair and cross the room with a golden flower that indicates their status. They pin it carefully to Akaashi’s gown. “Now you’re ready.”

“Thank you,” Keiji replies.

“Shouyou and Tobio should be here shortly,” Kenma says. “Are you going to be alright?”

Keiji looks down at the golden flower. They’ve never chosen gold before; usually their flowers are pink or red. They can’t say what made them change tonight, except that they simply knew it needed to be gold. “I’ll be fine.”

Kenma rests a hand on Keiji’s back. “We can leave whenever you’re ready tonight. And if you need Tobio to steal you away for a few dances, we can do that, too.”

“He’s sweet to offer,” Keiji answers.

Apparently summoned by the mention of his name, Tobio appears in the doorway. He prefers a half-skirt that flows behind well-fitted pants. Shouyou, just behind him, has gone full princess-mode and looks radiant in a pink gown big enough that Keiji is mildly concerned he may simply float away in it.

“Hi, Keiji!” he shouts, waving a hand. “You ready to go?”

“Not yet,” Kenma answers. They produce three small crested crowns, one for each of them. Tobio has to bend over for Kenma to place it on his head, but the rose gold and pearls match all three of their outfits spectacularly. They really are a gorgeous Match. Shouyou offers his elbow to Kenma, and Tobio offers his to Keiji.

“Now we’re ready,” says Kenma. “Lead the way, please, Shouyou.”

---

So far, there’s been nothing spectacular or different about this evening to justify the way Keiji’s heart has been pounding uncomfortably in their chest all night. Kenma and Tobio are dancing across the room, and Shouyou is laughing nearby. Keiji has danced with several new and old suitors, but none of them have been appealing or interesting in any way, and there’s been nothing to indicate they’ve found their Match.

When asked to describe it, no one is quite able to articulate the feeling. It’s not burning or itching. It doesn’t feel like water or rock or sand, or any substance that anyone can seem to recall. It’s simply that when one touches their Match, the marks appear on their forearms. Of course, some go their whole lives and never get the chance to experience being Matched, and there are plenty of happily married couples whose marks are either nonexistent or unmatching. But Keiji was always afraid of falling in love with someone and then finding their soulmate after, or never finding their soulmate at all, or finding their soulmate in the wrong place and wrong time. So they simply hadn’t bothered to court or be courted outside of the monthly balls.

A slight commotion occurs when several men arrive late to the ball. One is tall, incredibly messy-haired, and doesn’t wear a gown at all, but a suit with no skirt. There are quite a few heads turned his way as he arrives. Keiji feels whispers will certainly be following him all night. Beside him, there’s a man in a beautiful white gown with a sleeved jacket. White and black mix together in his spiked hair, and he has golden eyes that Keiji can see all the way across the floor. It’s him that Keiji finds themself watching. Their eyes skim over the others who enter with them, but no one sticks out the way the golden-eyed man does.

Keiji runs a finger over the petals of their flower.

It’s not like them to seek anyone out to dance, though, and they’d rather not be the subject of gossip until the next ball. All they can hope is that their intense gaze will be enough to stir the man to approach.

It’s not easy, catching his attention. He seems to engage with anyone and everyone, whoever happens to be closest to him at the time, all the while wearing a brilliant smile. His friend is nearly as social, and Keiji can’t manage to catch his attention, either. Keiji is certain their glare is boring a hole into both of them, but it doesn’t seem to make a difference.

“Kenma sent me over here,” Tobio says, and Keiji jumps a bit at his appearance, not having heard him approach. “They said to stop staring and dance with me.”

Well. At least someone noticed. Keiji sighs as they accept Tobio’s hand.

Tobio is an excellent dancer, having been formally trained at some point in his past. Keiji is certain the two of them are striking together, and while no one who knows them pays them any mind, Keiji can’t help but feel the eyes of the newcomers on them. If they show off a bit more than usual as they’re twirled safely in Tobio’s arms, well. That’s between them and Tobio.

Still, it takes another song before they’re approached, and even then it’s not the man they were hoping would come over.

“Tetsurou Kuroo,” says the man in the suit. “May I have the next dance?”

Keiji hides away their sigh as they accept his hand. There’s still no change, no feeling of being Matched.

“Keiji Akaashi,” Keiji says as he leads them to the floor. “Where do you come from?”

“The far side of the river,” Tetsurou answers.

“You’re far from home.”

“It’s hardly home anymore.” Tetsurou smiles gracefully. “We’re looking for a new place to settle and heard of your customs here in this part of the country. They’re fascinating, to say the least. Where do they come from?”

“I’m afraid you’ll learn more from a history book than you can from me,” Keiji replies. They know some of the history, but they don’t care to explain it only to have it be ridiculed. “These balls aren’t exactly my favorite event.”

“Why is that?”

Keiji smiles. “I’ve been told I’m not the mostly friendly of the Unmatched.”

Tetsurou laughs. “You’ve been perfectly hospitable to me.”

“Perhaps because you, yourself, are also quite interesting, Tetsurou Kuroo,” they answer. “You heard about our customs but either didn’t hear about the traditional dress or chose to ignore the traditions altogether.”

“I’m not big on rules, to be honest with you, Keiji,” Tetsurou answers. “My friend Koutarou heard about your gowns and jumped on the chance. I decided I would be more comfortable in a suit.”

“Your friend Koutarou. Is he the one with the golden eyes?”

“You saw those from that distance?”

“They’re quite hard to miss. Tell me more about him.”

Tetsurou smirks. “Ask him yourself.”

Keiji blinks. “No, that’s alright, I--”

“He hasn’t stopped talking about you since we walked in,” Tetsurou says. “In all honesty, he’s the one who sent me over to ask you to dance. He’s experiencing a sudden and extremely uncommon bout of shyness.”

The music ends, and Keiji and Tetsurou stop right there in the middle of the floor.

“He saw me?” Keiji asks.

“I think you’re the only one he’s seen,” Tetsurou replies. He offers his hand to Keiji. “Come introduce yourself. I promise he won’t bite.”

Keiji finds themself nodding and taking Tetsurou’s hand. Their heartbeat is roaring in their ears as they approach. Koutarou’s golden eyes turn from another member of his party directly to Keiji, and he smiles. It’s a different smile than he’s been wearing all night: still bright, because Keiji doesn’t think he can be anything but bright, but smaller, shyer, and maybe only for Keiji themself.

The distance between them seems to close all at once. Keiji finds themself directly in front of him and can’t think of a single word to say.

“This is Keiji Akaashi,” Tetsurou says, evidently amused. “Keiji Akaashi, this is Koutarou Bokuto. Kou, try not to talk their ear off. I’ll see you kids later.”

Tetsurou waves before disappearing through the crowd. Keiji and Koutarou stare at each other. Keiji is only faintly aware of their face and worried that they might not be smiling, or worse, that they’re actively frowning, and they’re attempting to fix that when Koutarou opens his mouth.

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen,” Koutarou says. Keiji would be inclined to disagree but his voice doesn’t invite any room for disagreement. He’s entirely sincere. “And, like, we’ve been traveling for a while so I’ve seen a lot of people. Like, there was this man we met a few weeks ago, back closer to the river, and he had these incredible thighs, you know? He was so big and strong, and I think Tetsu really liked him, and he was beautiful, you know, but not in the way you’re beautiful. You’re like the moon, or maybe a star, or something really, really beautiful. I’m doing the thing Tetsu said not to do.”

“You are,” Keiji says quietly.

“Would you...like to dance? I can try to be more quiet.” Koutarou scratches the back of his head.

“I don’t mind the talking,” Keiji answers honestly. “And...yes, I’d like to dance.”

Koutarou’s smile splits his face, and he offers a hand to Keiji.

It’s not like anything they’ve ever felt. It’s not like water, or sand, or stone, or fire, or any other substance they can recall. It’s maybe all of those, all at once, like they’re jumping into the lake below the waterfall and coming back up for air and sitting around the fire and laying on the rocks near the shore. It’s the reassurance that this, this, is the moment they’ve been waiting for, the singular, inevitable moment of chance. It should be overwhelming, but it isn’t. It’s just the quiet confidence that when they peel away their gloves, their arms will be covered in the marks of the Matched.

“Oh,” Keiji says.

“Oh, wow,” Koutarou whispers.

Time doesn’t slow around them, and the whole world doesn’t stop to look, but maybe it should. Because they’re two strangers in one moment, and in the next, they’re partners, for this dance and possibly for life.

“Come dance with me,” Keiji says. “Tell me about yourself.”

Koutarou isn’t a talented dancer the way Tobio is, and he’s not a gifted conversationalist the way Tetsurou is. But the dance is the best dance Keiji’s ever had, and they find themself laughing quietly in Koutarou’s arms as he relays stories of his travels to them. He lifts their arm up and catches Keiji’s eye, and the smile dances away from his face for just a moment, replaced by something so tender, so soft, that Keiji finds it hard to breathe.

On the next turn, they twirl themself into his chest.

“Would you mind taking this flower off my gown?” they ask quietly. “I won’t need it now that I’ve got you.”

The music ends, and Koutarou removes the flower with shaking hands. Keiji feels eyes on them as he does, curious and watching.

“Do you mind if I remove my gloves as well?” Keiji asks.

Koutarou shakes his head. “I’d...like to see your mark.”

“I’d like to see yours, if you’ll take off your jacket.”

Koutarou fumbles with the button, clearly nervous, but Keiji reaches up to help him out. When the jacket is pulled away, there are black, curved, waving lines covering his forearms. Keiji runs their fingers along them.

“Your gloves,” Koutarou says. “It’s only fair.”

“Would you like to do the honors?”

Koutarou nods eagerly. He tugs the gloves away.

They hear a few gasps as they’re revealed. Keiji realizes, looking at them, that they’d been wrong earlier. Kenma prefers to keep their marks covered because they know they’ll attract every eye in the room with the orange and blue. Keiji knows that they won’t be able to escape stares now, wherever they go, but they already know they don’t mind.

Their marks are golden.

THANK YOU SO MUCH for remixing I can't express how much this means to me
I'm absolutely in love with the worldbuilding ;; yes to awkward bokuto, yes to all the character interactions sdfkjg i really couldn't stop smilling from start to finish (●´□`)♡

Re: FILL: Team 29 Balls to the Face, G

joshllyman - 2020-06-19 18:59 (UTC) - Expand

Title: stars
Ship/Character: Akaashi Keiji
Additional Characters: None
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: None
Remix Permission: see permissions sheet
Link to Original Fill: here

I was going to do this in watercolors but I ran out of paper... Here it is anyway! It was fun!

***

oh man i can't believe i forgot to comment on this. this is absolutely gorgeous and i'm in love and i'm gonna lose my entire mind.

Re: FILL: Team Setter Squad, G

lilija_yuuzel - 2020-06-21 09:29 (UTC) - Expand

Title: Model Girlfriends
Ship/Character:Yachi/Kiyoko
Additional Characters: n/a
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: models!AU
Word Count: None
Remix Permission: see permissions sheet
Link to Original Fill: here

I saw your LOVELY art and got inspired for an AU where Yachi and her girlfriend Kiyoko are models, so here is my best attempt to create that vibe!

***

Edited 2020-06-20 19:39 (UTC)

this is so pretty, liek if u cri everitiem

Re: FILL: Team 29 Balls to the Face, G

transcrows - 2020-06-20 19:49 (UTC) - Expand

Title: lonely
Ship/Character: Sousuke, Rin, Haru
Additional Characters: None
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Canon typical violence, Evangelion AU
Word Count: 423
Remix Permission: see permissions sheet
Link to Original Fill: here

I haven't watched all of NGE but Holy Hell is that a sad anime...

***

Sousuke stands strong, trying to be brave, and the new pilot, in his bright pink suit that matches his hair, looks right through him. Sousuke turns around and sure enough, the guy is staring at the EVA he’ll be piloting. After a pause, Sousuke grinds his teeth and walks towards the control tower.
Everyone is screaming but his head feels quiet as if it were filled with cotton wool. His shoulder hurts, it can’t be helped, and he enters the room feeling like his mind is completely numb, his soul floating some feet away from his body in a weird sickening way that he has yet to get used to.
“Yamazaki !” someone shouts. Sousuke belatedly realises he’s in the way. The other pilot, Nanase, is being brought in on their wheelchair, and their eyes look so empty - like his, Sousuke supposes.
“Get the EVA ready,” his father commands. “There’s been Angel activity spotted and we need to be ready. Is Matsuoka in his suit yet ? Fucking hell, nothing works well in here.” Sousuke wants to say something but no words come up. His shoulder hurts and he has to bite back a grunt of pain, tossed about by the quick-walking technicians and engineers. They prepare the two EVA and Sousuke can see them lowering Nanase and Matsuoka in the cockpits. They disappear, swallowed by the EVAs, and there’s this thrumming energy that he’s learned to miss.
His shoulder hurts. He says nothing.
The fight is over in such a short time that Sousuke wonders if he hasn’t completely lost track of time, but no, the watch on the wall says it’s been about half an hour. He’s never defeated an Angel so quickly, especially not with Nanase slowing him down, but all he hears around now is how the two pilots seemed to dance together to a melody of their own - how they’re gonna save the world.
A bitter taste fills his mouth as he watches his father run towards the footbridge, checking Matsuoka’s pulse and Nanase’s breathing, smiling ruthlessly and shouting quick instructions to the medics hustling about. His father’s never done that for him. He should have known - he should have known he’d be useless. He’s always been.
Sousuke turns around and leaves. He doesn’t look at the EVAs, he doesn’t look at the technicians and the medics, he doesn’t look at where his feet lead him until he’s sobbing in a closet, surrounded by paper files, plastic sheets and dust.
It’s lonely in here, but that’s all he’s ever been.

Poor Sousuke! T.T I really felt bad for him, reading this. Thank you so much for remixing!

Title: moodboard for "field of sunflowers" by oaktoont
Ship/Character: Furuya Satoru/Sawamura Eijun
Additional Characters: none
Fandom: Daiya no A
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: none
Remix Permission: see permissions sheet
Link to Original Fill: here

I've never made a moodboard before (yay Sportsfest for making me try new things) so I hope this looks okay!
Sources: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1JW-9kwgdeE9TROHG9e_nzmRR4X-C0PifgcbuY5_loLM/edit?usp=sharing

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Edited 2020-06-20 20:56 (UTC)

Oh my gosh, I love this so much! I'm honored to receive your first moodboard! Thank you, thank you! :D

Title: moodboard for our secret recipe by lilija_yuuzel
Ship/Character: Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou
Additional Characters: non
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: None
Remix Permission: see permissions sheet
Link to Original Fill: here

sources here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1LfSrXdiK5OI8NPv0sUlLQm-EJ-mQ6oR4y6bBsPoO4XY/edit?usp=sharing

***

Edited 2020-06-21 04:42 (UTC)

I love this! The atmosphere is so soft!

Title: moodboard for take me home by swankitty
Ship/Character: Oikawa Tooru/Sugawara Koushi
Additional Characters: none
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: you didn't say he was a merman specifically but look at the pretty man
Word Count: none
Remix Permission: see permissions sheet
Link to Original Fill: here

sources: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1VcKk8W9ZxXzw0vV_slHJq7-UHaJ87BU42yaKoH4YXu4/edit?usp=sharing

***

Edited 2020-06-21 22:44 (UTC)

Title: in between the gaps
Ship/Character: Azumane Asahi/Bokuto Koutarou
Additional Characters: None
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: memory loss, angst, healing, hopeful ending
Word Count: 773
Remix Permission: see permissions sheet
Link to Original Fill: here

I wanted to give them a happy ending, but I ended up with more sad feelings and a hopeful ending. Oh well.

***

When Asahi first had been released from the hospital, Koutarou had not known how to deal with them, or the feelings he still had for them.
He had been prepared for Asahi not knowing who Koutarou was.
What Koutarou had not been prepared for was not knowing who Asahi was.

There was someone in Koutarou's apartment who almost looked and almost moved like his partner of three years. But they were just off.
Their hair was long, but they tied it back tightly, instead of tucking it behind their ears and letting it fall. They walked just as carefully, but less certain, a bit tenser.

Koutarou had told Asahi they barely knew him. And now Koutarou barely knew Asahi.

Slowly, Koutarou got more used to this old, new person. It felt a bit less surprising when he heard their steps in the hallway, he started automatically reaching for a different brand of cereal instead of texting them first.

And even more slowly, Koutarou found little ways for Asahi and him to enjoy each other's company instead of Koutarou trying desperately not to cry and Asahi feeling guilty.

Koutarou showed Asahi the poetry book he had gifted them for their second anniversary. He could still clearly remember the look on their face when they had read a certain poem for the first time. It was a look of understanding, a look of peace, and of being understood.
Now, their eyes widened at every line, they excitedly turned the pages and sometimes, they let out a small giggle.
Asahi's giggle was still the same as Koutarou remembered and hearing it again after so many months let a huge weight fall off his shoulders.

Another piece of joy was watching Asahi get to know Cheeto again. Even during their best times as a couple, Koutarou had always known that he was only second to the small orange cat.
Koutarou got to watch Asahi fall in love with the annoying animal all over again. Sometimes they just stood there, watching Cheeto lie on the floor with a smile on their face.

Cheeto was definitely coping with the new situation the best. For him, Asahi coming back did not mean dealing with a whole bunch of new problems and change, it just meant that his beloved human was back. Sure, Asahi's lap was probably a bit smaller, but what did that really matter to a cat. It was still just as warm.

Asahi was just as warm as before. Their eyes, their smile, and their shaking hands when they let Koutarou hold them.

Their voice.

“Koutarou,” Asahi called out from the living room.

“What is it? Are you hungry?” Koutarou was currently rummaging through the kitchen, in desperate search of a snack.

“Can you please come here?” Their voice sounded breathless.

As quickly as he could, Koutarou ran into the living room. “Is everything okay?”

Asahi was sitting on the couch, their eyebrows furrowed.
“I think,” they said slowly, “I've watched this movie before.”

It was not the first time Asahi remembered something, but it still managed to excite Koutarou. There seemed to be no system or rules to it, no guarantee that one day everything would come back.
He told himself not to expect anything, but every day, Koutarou waited for Asahi to remember how to love Koutarou, how to be the person Koutarou loved.

He sat down next to Asahi and watched the movie with them. It seemed vaguely familiar, Koutarou remembered the music and the main character, but he couldn't recall the plot. This situation was familiar.
Sitting next to Asahi, hearing this music, on this couch.
Watching the movie they had shared their first kiss to.

Not for the first time this week, or month, or year, Koutarou felt his nose tickle the way it always did before he started crying.
Maybe Asahi felt sad, too, maybe they would ask him to hold their hand again.

Koutarou felt Asahi's hand brush against his and he stilled, fearing that any type of movement would destroy the moment. But even when he started shaking from his sobs, Asahi still firmly grasped his hand.
They held it until his upper lip was swollen and his tears had dried and the movie had long reached its ending.

And Koutarou thought, that maybe, even if Asahi wouldn't remember their first kiss, they still remembered the way they felt that evening. Excited, nervous, happy.
With Asahi's hand warm around his, Koutarou felt himself imagining that soon, they would hold hands again, without one of them needing to be sad for it. He looked forward to it.

Title: I missed you too
Ship/Character: Takigawa Chris Yuu/Miyuki Kazuya
Additional Characters: None
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: None
Remix Permission: see permissions sheet
Link to Original Fill: here

I absolutely loved this story!! 🥺💕 hope the remix captures the moment. Background courtesy of CSP.

***

Edited 2020-07-15 03:06 (UTC)

Title: Finally
Ship/Character: Nekomata/Ukai Sr
Additional Characters: None
Fandom: Haikyû!!
Major Tags: None (there is 1 murder joke tho)
Other Tags: let's say that the retired Coach lives alone, banter/flirting, nostalgia, minor Haikyû!! manga spoilers
Word Count: 742 words
Remix Permission: see permissions sheet
Link to Original Fill: here

I went for a general vibe so I hope I'm doing the art justice !! Set after the Nationals

***

The chiming of the doorbell resonated in the house and Ikkei groaned in frustration. Of course, they had to get a visitor when he was alone at home. He reluctantly got up, yelling “Coming !” to prevent the person from believing the house to be empty and leaving before he arrived to the front door.

He slid it open for his eyes to meet familiar ones.

A smile was paying on the old man’s lips.

“I almost waited out there you old crow. Not so young anymore uh ?”

His lips curled upwards.

“If I knew it was gonna be you I wouldn’t even have bothered.”

“Ooh ? Aren’t we getting cocky ? Is that any way to treat a visitor and moreover one who came bearing gifts ?”

He lifted a basket of fruits neatly wrapped in transparent plastic sealed with an elegant bow.

Ikkei made a face.

“You know that is making me feel old. There was a time where you would have brought alcohol.”

Yasufumi sighed exaggeratedly.

“Here I am. Trying to be a proper, caring partner, just for you to chastise me because I won’t help sending you to an early grave.”

“Ok, smartass, just come in already. But I’m telling you, I’m not peeling any of them.”

The Nekoma coach stepped in, giggling, and smiled at him as he passed by.

“It’s been years, but you still act as if you have any say in this. Cute.”

He followed him to the kitchen where he was already taking the bow off. He paused for a brief moment at the entrance, marveling at how perfectly Yasufumi fitted in his kitchen.

“Go sit already, you perv.”

He walked to the small table where he plopped down on a zabuton and sat cross-legged.

“I wasn’t looking at your butt, Yasu.”

“Sure, you weren’t.”

He joined him at the table with a couple of plates, the unpacked basket and a small knife. He reached out for an apple and Ikkei arched an eyebrow.

“Thought you were gonna make me do it ?”

“Well, I wasn’t gonna let you have the knife. At your age, what if you got dementia and tried to stab me with it.”

He rolled his eyes.

“We have a one year difference, Bakaneko. What if you tried to kill me ?”

He giggled.

“You say that like I wouldn’t be able to kill you with my bare hands if I wanted to.”

“I hate that you’re right.”

Smiling still, he started cutting the apple in quarters after having successfully peeled it off, and offered it to him. He ate it with gusto.

“Hmm. Good. This is nice.”

“Hmm, it is.”

He looked at him with wide eyes.

“It is ?”

Yasufumi ate the next quarter.

“You know, I’ve thought about what you said last time. And, I guess an old crow is right twice a day. So, I hope the offer still stands because I turned in my resignation letter and sold my house already. Would you adopt an old cat like me to keep you company until the end, Ikkei ? I know there are street cats but I’m already used to a certain level of comfort. ”

He couldn’t stop himself from smiling widely.

“And you were giving me so much shit for not being able to die on a volleyball court.”

“Oh, quit it. We’re Japanese, we live up to a century old. And we’re only around 70. It’s totally possible. But I guess that the last Battle of the Garbage, played at Nationals in front of the entire country brought some closure on that period of my, well, our lives. I’m not gonna stop loving volleyball but watching them play like they were having the time of their lives reminded me of when I used to play like that. With you, in case that wasn’t clear. I have always had the most fun with you and I want that feeling back in my life. For all thirty years left of it. It’s time to let Manabu-kun and Keishin-kun carry our legacy now, and nothing else is holding me back in Tōkyō. I know you still teach children and I guess that’s a nice enough compromise.”

Ikkei reached out for his hand.

“Well, if you ever change your mind, Karasuno is ten minutes away.”

“Don’t push it, old man.”

“It was worth a shot.”

He put his other hand on top of their sealed ones and closed his eyes.

“Finally, after all this time.”

Title: Dread
Ship/Character: Bokuto&/Akaashi
Additional Characters: None
Fandom: Haikyû!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: soft, cute Bokuto, he tried, Save Akaashi 2k20, set post time-skip so manga spoilers
Word Count: 480 words
Remix Permission: see permissions sheet
Link to Original Fill: here

Hope the characterisation isn't too off lol

***

Keiji looked with horror as Bokuto came towards him, all smiles, carrying something he could only guess was supposed to be his food. The terrible smell was overpowering the kitchen and Keiji was thoroughly impressed by his improvised cook of the evening. He honestly couldn’t tell whether Bokuto just couldn’t smell it or if he couldn’t tell a good from a bad cooking smell. He placed the bowl in front of him and it looked even less appealing than it smelled.

“HERE IT IS !! I put a bunch of vegetables so you get lots of nutrients to do your job properly !! I know you’re very busy !!”

Is that what it was ? Just various vegetables mixed in together ?

With a strained smile, he lifted his gaze to meet the bright face of the professional volleyball player.

“Is this one of your special athlete’s secret recipe ?”

“Nope ! I put all of the vegetables I could find in your fridge, I know vegetables are good for your health ! At MSBY, we all live in dorms and we get trainers, nutritionists and cooks to come up with our regime menu so I wanted to experiment a bit tonight. First free day in forever it seems !”

His smile relaxed a little, regaining a more natural look.

“You’re on the off-season now, Bokuto-san but that doesn’t mean you should slack off on your training.”

“I’m not slacking off ! I’m a professional now, Akaashi !! See, I’m not even eating right now !”

At these words, his smile faltered.

“Yum, all just for me !”

Bokuto looked bashful and Keiji instantly felt riddled by guilt. He had been at least 75% joking. Sarcasm had become his default setting, trying to survive in this line of work. And it generally flew over Bokuto’s head. He bit his lip.

“I feel very honoured that you would use your precious time off to cook especially for me, but -”

The feeling was enough.

He stopped himself and Bokuto tilted his head.

“But ? What is it ? Is it no good ?? Do you hate it !? God, I have done something unnecessary again, right ?”

Keiji violently shook his head.

“No ! No, no, no ! That’s not it ! I’m really happy ! I just… uh… feel awkward eating all by myself. Especially if you’re gonna be staring at me.”

He visibly deflated and Keiji felt like he kept messing up his Otome game choices. Was there even a right option ?

“But you know what ? It looks so good I’m sure I’ll be too busy enjoying the food to even notice !”

Perking up, he took the chair in front of him and got comfortable, elbows on the table and bright smile on his face. Hand shaking, Keiji took the spoon and put as much liquid on it as it could contain. The less spoonfuls the better. Under the watchful gaze, he closed the distance between the ustensil and his opened mouth.

Title: Will not redo
Ship/Character: Nagisa & Rei
Additional Characters: none
Fandom: Free!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Angst-ish
Word Count: 462
Remix Permission: see permissions sheet
Link to Original Fill: here

End of season 1. Written from Rei's perspective. I loved this fill so much my immediate thought was apparently 'can I make this worse?'

***

Nagisa hasn’t said a word since they parted ways with their upperclassmen. He won’t even look at Rei, a fact that’s making Rei increasingly uncomfortable by the minute.

Rei thought he was doing the right thing when he let Rin take his place in the relay. He wasn’t just thinking it was something that needed to happen for Haru and Rin and Makoto, but something that Nagisa must have wanted as the fourth in their old team. Nagisa had certainly looked happy when he glomped onto Rin. He would have liked to take that as proof that he made the right decision.

Well, apparently not. Nagisa clearly isn’t happy now, and Rei can’t shake the feeling that it’s his fault.

Does Nagisa have any idea how much he wanted to be in that relay with them, or does he think Rei stepped down because he didn’t actually want to be there? Or worse, because he doesn’t care? What if Nagisa thinks he doesn’t want to be part of their team? Nagisa was the one to recruit him. Nagisa chose him for some reason he still doesn’t understand and locked on to him in an unrelenting pursuit. He’s the reason Rei had a chance to fall in love with swimming. Does he know how much Rei loves the swim club?

As he darts a glance at Nagisa’s profile, Rei is running circles inside his head trying to put together words. Should he start by saying, ‘thank you for pulling me into this?’ Nagisa has all the subtlety of a hurricane forming over a swimming pool. He has to know what he’s capable of. Maybe Rei needs to explain that Nagisa’s persistence isn’t the only reason he’s with the club.

“I’m sorry,” Nagisa says.

“It’s okay,” says Rei, even though he won’t swear he knows what Nagisa is apologizing for.

Rei lets himself move a little bit closer. He’s so used to Nagisa being in his personal space that the distance between them is starting to nag at him. Nagisa lets him, at least. If Rei hurt his feelings it’s not so raw that he wants to move away.

They can’t go back and relive that last hour of their lives, and Nagisa runs so much on impulse and emotion it’s difficult to talk to him about things after the fact. Rei takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. He will tell Nagisa in no uncertain terms that he loves their team and he would never make such a decision lightly. He was willing to step down once to put what he thought they needed above what he wanted, but he won’t do it again. He’s sure once he explains it was not an escape but a sacrifice, Nagisa will feel better.

Title:
Ship/Character: Asahi/Suga/Daichi
Additional Characters: none
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: none
Word Count: 1260
Remix Permission: see permissions sheet
Link to Original Fill: here

Adding scenes in the middle. I wanted to write some of the journal entries that helped Daichi and Asahi realize their feelings.

***

Day 1

Where would you like to live?

Daichi doesn’t spend a lot of time considering the first day’s prompt. Honestly he thinks the whole idea is silly. Sugawara pushed journals on him and Asahi insisting that they need to spend more time on self-reflection. It’s only because it’s Sugawara asking that he figures he’ll try for at least a few days.

After jotting down the vague answer that he would like to find a convenient location but also not horribly expensive he pauses, mind blank for anything else. He knows Sugawara wants a smaller apartment, but one that still feels light and airy. When he pictures it, the place Sugawara has talked about sounds pretty nice. Maybe he would like that too.

Day 2

How would you decorate your home?

Asahi has never thought of decorating as a thing one did on purpose. Anywhere he lives ends up cluttered because he’s too sentimental to get rid of things.

He remembers how Sugawara has said he’d like to set up his apartment to be comfortable. Sugawara isn’t interested in something pretentiously minimalist or fashionable. He’ll put utility and creature comforts over looks any day.

What Asahi finds himself writing about isn’t too different from the kind of place he imagines Suga would like. He mentally brings Sugawara into the picture with him, maybe curled up in one of those Papasan nest chairs he likes. The idea of living in the same home as Sugawara makes his throat go dry for reasons he can’t name.

Day 3

What kind of movies do you like? (You can't pick sports movies!)

Daichi isn't a fan of sports movies anyway (and they're almost never about volleyball.) He can't remember the last time he watched one.

It takes him a minute to remember the last time he bothered to go out to see a movie, period. Sugawara suggested seeing a slasher film for Valentines day, because they were all single and had no expectations of that changing. The movie itself was pretty standard. Asahi gripping his sleeve each time things got suspenseful was a lot more memorable.

Daichi thought he would like to do something like that again. Not scare the heck out of Asahi, preferably, but to go out with the two of them. He remembers Sugawara reaching across his back to poke playfully at Asahi and how the small action helped break him out of his distress. He has a sneaking suspicion the movie genre has little to do with how precious that memory is.

Day 4

Write about some of your favorite music.

When Asahi reads the question, what jumps into his mind is the music Daichi liked to listen to when their highschool team went anywhere. When they were in their second year he said he needed to have one ear open to keep tabs on their underclassmen and he got into a habit of sharing his other ear bud with Asahi.

Daichi likes a lot of instrumental and classical music, which Asahi has never figured out how to look up on his own. In a way that makes it more special, because it’s something Daichi shares with him. The music is irrevocably bound with the sensation of sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with Daichi.

It’s not that the habit ever died, but they haven’t gone on a trip or anything together in so long Asahi wonders if it would happen again now. He wants it to happen again. It feels like a cop-out to say he likes the music Daichi likes, but the feeling is so important to him he has to write it down.

Day 5

What foods do you like to make? What seasonal foods are your favorites?

Daichi has never been anything close to a picky eater. He likes most things. He likes seasonal foods because they’re seasonal. He loves the variety of things that change through the year. Even though Sugawara has teased him about ordering the same type of ramen every time he enjoys the variety of extra toppings and seasonings that come as each shop’s specialty.

Sugawara isn’t shy about requesting his favorite foods. Asahi isn’t vocal about it, but Daichi thinks his favorites are obvious to anyone who pays attention. (The two of them make sure to indulge him sometimes when they go out together, which isn’t often enough these days.) Rather than thinking about what he would like to make for himself, Daichi’s thoughts drift to recipes for Sugawara and Asahi’s favorite foods. He’s not a bad cook, and he’s confident he could learn to make their favorites. He wants to savor their faces when he gives them something he cooked himself.

I want to make something for both of you. I want to see you smile.

There’s a lot of empty space left in the journal entry, but Daichi can’t think of a single thing that needs saying beyond that.

Day 6

What job can you imagine yourself enjoying even when you have bad days?

Asahi has gotten this type of question countless times, and it always makes him nervous. There’s no job where he can’t imagine something going wrong at some point. Telling him he’s supposed to follow his heart and aim for a career he’ll love makes him uncomfortable, like there’s some secret everyone but him is in on.

It feels like Sugawara is patiently explaining that secret to him. He’s not supposed to pretend things won’t go wrong. He’s supposed to think of something he’ll enjoy enough to keep trying even when they do.

Asahi writes a few lines about photography and graphic design before his pencil scratches to a stop. He’s just grasping for ways to get in around the edges of what he really wants, because he’s sure that way it won’t hurt as much if something he creates is rejected.

He’s not interested in the art of a glossy magazine ad or billboard, but creating the subject. Once that clicks into place the words flow into a messy stream of consciousness. He wants to see someone wear something he could design. If he lets himself off on a flight of fancy he can imagine two very specific someones. Daichi is always so confident and cool while Sugawara feels welcoming and warm. They could have matching styles with inverted colors, opposites but always equal.

I want to make something for both of you. You’re beautiful when you smile.

Asahi looks down at the last line crammed in after the rest of his thoughts and swallows hard. He wonders if this is another way he’s been dancing around what he really wants, and this is Sugawara’s way of making him break through.

Day 7

Daichi isn’t surprised to hear from Asahi shortly before their usual call with Sugawara. There’s a frantic wail edging his voice when he says, “Daichi, help. Every time I write in that journal Suga gave me I can’t stop thinking about us. I don’t know what to say to him!”

After struggling with this himself, Daichi finds it extremely comforting to have to comfort Asahi about it. “I’m sure that’s why Suga gave them to us. Remember he told us we need to spend more time thinking about how we feel?” It’s just like him to make them realize their feelings for him rather than just explain it.

He’s a little embarrassed that Suga figured out his feelings before he did, but not enough to keep him from being grateful. They’ll talk to Suga about this and what to do next. It’s a conversation finds himself looking forward to.

Title: Chicken soup
Ship/Character: Sanada Shunpei/Todoroki Raichi
Additional Characters: None
Fandom: Daiya
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Illness
Word Count: None
Remix Permission: see permissions sheet
Link to Original Fill: here

***

Edited 2020-08-21 10:07 (UTC)

Title: Drawn Together
Ship/Character: Takigawa Chris Yuu/Miyuki Kazuya
Additional Characters: None
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Tattoo Artist Miyuki Kazuya, Lawyer Takigawa Chris Yuu, Aged-Up Character(s), Motorcycle Accident Mentioned, Thirst at First Sight, Innuendo
Word Count: 1503
Remix Permission: see permissions sheet
Link to Original Fill: here

I took some creative liberties, I hope you don't mind. Also posted to Ao3

***

Miyuki had just finished cleaning up his station when the front door chimed. “Sorry, we’re closed.”

He glanced up and did a double-take because he almost didn’t recognize Takigawa Chris Yuu.

Miyuki had been ecstatic when Rei told him she was planning on taking over her father’s shop and was willing to sell Line Out to him. Of course, he agreed. Miyuki had been saving up to open up his own place for years.

He had been less than excited when Rei added, “I’ll have my lawyer draw up the paperwork.”

Miyuki had been determined not to be intimidated. And he wasn’t. But it still made his skin crawl with how out of place he was standing in the lobby of what was undoubtedly a very intimidating office in a very intimidating building.

Miyuki tapped his fingers against his motorcycle helmet impatiently as the admin assistant not so subtly eyed his tattoos.

The スチール meaning both "steal" and "steel" in katakana were black on his right knuckles. The chrysanthemums that started on the back of his hand and worked their way upward framing the realistic raccoon dog that took up his whole forearm.

His other forearm was covered in a black square. The black was filled in around the lyrics to Seimeisen by the Back Horn. (“A wonderful new day is spreading through the dawn. If only you can love the very worst days of your life”.) Wrapped behind the black square was the tail of his traditionally styled dragon. Most of its body was covered by the sleeve of his shirt but it was obvious what it was.

On the left side of his neck, he had ginkgo leaves that arched from a thin branch that followed his spine. On the very back of his neck was the Crest of the Tokyo Metropolis in a purple circle. It was even more visible since Miyuki had been convinced to get an undercut a couple of months ago.

“Takigawa-sensei is ready for you,” said the admin assistant as he gestured towards the double doors behind him.

Miyuki gave a short nod in acknowledgement as he walked by.

Miyuki had spent his whole life not giving a fuck what other people thought about him. It was his best and worst characteristic. And yet, when Miyuki entered the office he suddenly and irrationally cared what Takigawa-sensei thought of him.

Miyuki had been expecting a middle-aged man in an ill-fitting suit. Maybe sweaty. Maybe balding. Maybe soft from spending so much time indoors behind a desk.

In reality, what he got was someone who looked like sex on legs.

And Miyuki wanted to whimper because every line on him was sharp and crisp and hard. His height and the breadth of his shoulders. His three-piece gray suit. His jaw and cheekbones and his eyes--that flicked over Miyuki before he smiled.

“I’m Takigawa Chris Yuu. It’s nice to meet you.”

And Miyuki accepted the outstretched handshake.

And he belatedly remembered to breathe.

Things didn’t get easier after that. Embarrassingly enough. Because it turned out not only did Takigawa look good enough to eat he also was ridiculously smart.

It didn’t take Miyuki long to realize and appreciate Takigawa’s dry wit. He would slip a devastating comment into a conversation so casually it would take a moment for Miyuki to realize what would happen and he would look up--and Takigawa would be wearing the most satisfying little smirk--

And Miyuki realized he was in trouble.

He was really in trouble when he walked into Takigawa’s office only to find the lawyer still on the phone. Takigawa held up a hand to signal that he would be with him in a moment.

Miyuki hardly noticed. Takigawa was standing. Backlit by the large windows. His face set in a scowl as he spoke in terse, short sentences to whoever he was talking to over the phone. He hung up and let out a sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair. And there was a fraction of a second where he hadn’t let go of his anger and he glanced at Miyuki. Pinning him in place with the intensity of his stare.

And Miyuki felt himself swallow.

He was really, really in trouble when after wrapping up the last of the paperwork. Takigawa had asked if he wanted to grab a cup of coffee. And Miyuki had agreed because how could he not?

And they had walked down the street side by side. They were going back and forth about something silly and Miyuki was arguing more to see how Takigawa would react than anything else. And it seemed like Takigawa knew what he was doing but was willing to play along anyway.

And Miyuki knew they made quite the pair. Him with his ripped jeans and leather jacket and tattoos and Takigawa in his perfectly tailored navy suit and well-polished loafers. More than a few people did double-takes or just openly stared.

And Miyuki had never cared.

But it turned out Takigawa didn’t either.

And now here he was standing in Miyuki’s shop. Looking just as comfortable in his dark wash jeans and black t-shirt and beat up boots as he did his suits and ties. If Miyuki was being honest...he looked right at home.

Takigawa ran a hand through his hair and Miyuki got a little distracted by how the motion pulled at his shirt. “I wanted to bring by the last of the paperwork.”

“Are you a courier now?” asked Miyuki to cover up how surprised he was. He crossed the distance between them and took the folder Takigawa was holding. He flipped it open on the reception desk and skimmed through the details.

Takigawa smiled as he looked around the shop. “Well, I also wanted to see the place again.” He then glanced back at Miyuki. “And you.”

Miyuki smirked back at him. Pleased. So please that he almost didn’t register the first part of that statement. “What do you mean ‘again’?”

It was then that Miyuki noticed the ink peeking out from the sleeve of Takigawa’s shirt. And before Miyuki realized what he was doing he already had his hands on Takigawa’s arm.

“What is this, Takigawa-sensei?” murmured Miyuki as he studied the tattoo. His fingers brushed across the delicate looking feathers that spread out across Takigawa’s bicep. The linework was instantly familiar to him. “This is Rei-chan’s work.”

Takigawa hummed. “You have a good eye.”

And the implication of what Miyuki was looking at finally hit him. This whole time, under all of those layers, under all of those respectable suits was this. This beautiful art that had been permanently placed on his skin.

And without being asked Takigawa pushed up his sleeve revealing more of his tattoo. It looked like it was a whole wing spreading out from his shoulder blades down his arm. It was also covering an array of ragged scars on his shoulder. It must have hurt like a bitch to get a tattoo over them.

“Motorcycle accident.” Takigawa shrugged and Miyuki could feel the motion under his fingertips. “I probably should have died but didn’t. My dad said it was because of my guardian angel.”

Miyuki smiled. It was a sweet story. That was one of the best parts of Miyuki’s job. Hearing the stories behind the art he was going to create. Even if the reason simply was, “Because it looks cool.” That in itself revealed something about the person.

“Motorcycle accident, huh?” said Miyuki and he realized he still hadn’t let go of Takigawa’s arm. “Do you still ride?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Do you want to get out of here?”

Takigawa smiled back at him. “Yeah.”

Miyuki could feel his grin sharpen as he leaned further into Takigawa’s space. “I’m interested to find out if you have ink anywhere else.”

Takigawa laughed. The sound was soft, almost a whisper. “I guess you’ll find out.”

And Miyuki liked the sound of that.

Miyuki dropped the paperwork onto the desk in the back office before rooting around for the spare helmet that Kuramochi kept at the shop. Miyuki was pretty sure he could put it back before Kuramochi noticed it was gone.

He walked back out onto the main floor and handed Takigawa his own black helmet not wanting to subject him to Kuramochi’s truly awful looking helmet---bright green with cheetah spots. Miyuki turned off the lights and locked up behind them.

Takigawa didn’t hesitate to saddle up behind him on the motorcycle. And Miyuki could get used to the solid weight pressed against his back. The steady hands that settled on his hips. The grin that returned his own as he revved the engine and glanced over his shoulder.

“Did you know I almost went to law school?”

Takigawa laughed. Miyuki could barely hear the sound over the purr of the engine but he could feel the gentle rumble of Takigawa's chest against his back as they took off down the street.

Remix!

https://sportsfest.dreamwidth.org/27339.html?edit=3456715

Title: Guitar Hero
Ship/Character: Bokuto Koutarou
Additional Characters: None
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: None
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Title: Gentlemen prefer blondes
Ship/Character: Kuramochi Youichi
Additional Characters: None
Fandom: Daiya
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: None
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Link to Original Fill: https://sportsfest.dreamwidth.org/27747.html?thread=3186531#cmt3186531

For some reason I was amused at the thought of Mochi bleaching his hair in the dorm bathroom

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Title: The request
Ship/Character: Sanada Shunpei and Coach Todoroki
Additional Characters: None
Fandom:Daiya
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: None
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Link to Original Fill: here

***

Title: Remix Me !
Ship/Character: Miyuki/Sawamura
Additional Characters: None
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Playlist !, getting together, Band AU, Lead singer!Eijun, Baseball player!Miyuki, 2 "explicit" songs
Word Count: None
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So, I've been promising playlists and here it is.

***

Playlist here on Spotify

1/ Haven’t Met You Yet - Michael Bublé
2/ King and Lionheart - Of Monsters and Men
3/ Love - American Authors
4/ Fireflies - Owl City
5/ Somebody To You - The Vamps
6/ Levitate - Imagine Dragons
7/ Got My Mind Set On You - George Harrison
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8/ Sing Sing - Marianas Trench
9/ Play Date - Melanie Martinez (explicit)
10/ Animal - Neon Trees
11/ Counting Stars - OneRepulic

Until the 7th song it's more like what I imagine Eijun as a lead singer would perform pre-Miyuki and starting from the 8th it's contenders for songs inspired by Miyuki.

As a bonus, the 12th song is actually more like what would represent Miyuki lol : Desperate Measures - Marianas Trench (explicit)

Title: Blue Christmas
Ship/Character: Isahiki Jun/Yuuki Tetsuya
Additional Characters: None
Fandom: Daiya
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Alcohol consumption
Word Count: None
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***

Title: Strangers to Siblings
Ship/Character: Kominato Haruichi/Furuya Satoru, Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youich, Haruichi&Ryousuke
Additional Characters: None
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Sibling rivalry, established relationships, kinda future fic, Youichi POV, swearing
Word Count: 484 words
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I guess the fill could be between the 2 snippets like where the separating line is.

***

Yōichi really shouldn’t have been surprised to find out that the whole thing was actually very well established. He was given the fucking written rules. A laminated sheet of paper where the rules were written. They had both signed the rules and they even been fucking notified by their parents and their family stamp. If he hadn’t written the title, Yōichi could have been fooled into thinking it was an official, legal document.

“Is… Is that the rules ?”

“Yes.”

“The latest updated version at least.”

Both brothers were sitting on their zabuton and selecting their Mario Kart character. The shortstop turned to the pitcher who was already dozing off on the couch, seemingly completely oblivious to the raging battle currently happening right in front of his eyes between their boyfriend.

“Hey, Furuya.”

He shook the boy awake who sat up.

“Have you seen this ?”

He shoved the piece of paper on his face and he instinctively leaned back, frowning as he looked at it.

“Oh, that’s a neat job.”

“A neat job ?”

He shot him a sleepy look.

“Well, yeah, it’s well made. I wouldn’t expect anything less from the Kominato family.”

Yōichi clicked his tongue.

“You don’t think that’s weird !?”

He shrugged.

“Not really… I mean, they fight, no ? They need a way to settle their arguments that they both would accept and their parents travel a lot for work.”

Yōichi plopped down on the couch next to Furuya as the familiar Mario Kart sounds resonated in the room.

“And they’re both stupidly good at video games… But why is there a copy of them in our flat !?”

“Oh, no. I think Haruichi took them with him before coming here today.”

“Say what ?”

“Well, I’m not sure but he said he had something important to take with him so we met at the train station. So maybe that was that ?”

He slid his hand down his face.

“Jeez, these brothers. It was all planned from the beginning.”

“Haruichi had been talking about how his brother would never leave us alone and that drastic measures had to be taken.”

“What the actual fuck, he sounds like a murderer.”

“I think that’s hot.”

Yōichi was just about to call him out on it when the sound of the race ending came from the speakers, and when they looked, Ryōsuke was smiling dangerously at his brother.

“You might have won this time, but this is not over. You will break up with this slob tonight.”

“Well, Brother. It’s your turn to choose the circuit. Maybe you will win this time now that you’ll have the advantage of the road.”

The cackle that came out of the older Kominato was downright terrifying.

“You’re on, Haruichi.”

The sounds of a new, starting race came up again and Furuya turned to shoot him a knowing look, daring him to contradict his last statement. Yōichi could only sigh in defeat.

Edited 2020-08-26 16:31 (UTC)

Title: Bad Reputation
Ship/Character: Fem!Youichi/Fem!Ryousuke
Additional Characters: Mentioned other Seido students and teammates
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Rule 63, ciswap, established relationship, Canon compliant kinda, they're still at Seidou, fluff
Word Count: (if applicable; otherwise write "None".)
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Link to Original Fill: here

Basically everyone is scared of Ryousuke

***

Yōichi had absolutely no idea what she had done right in her previous life to deserve the great, the beautiful, the talent Kominato Ryōsuke but it must have been damn good. She was incredibly popular among their juniors especially, but not so much in her grade. Something about an Incident when she was in first year that had absolutely terrified the students.

No one talked about it, not even in the baseball team, but Yōichi knew that it must have been particularly bad when their Captain shivered at the thought and she got chastised by Jun-senpai for bringing it up. She was not exactly sure that her girlfriend would tell her what went down if she asked her. Ryō-san had this habit of acting all mysterious which was a huge part of appeal after all, but she briefly wondered if she would benefit from some kind of girlfriend privilege and decided to test that out.

They were alone in the third year’s room after she had successfully scared them away and were spending some quality time together when she remembered that subject.

“Hey, Ryō-san ?”

She hummed in response, all mellowed out by her girlfriend’s affectionate care.

“What did you do in your first year that made everyone scared of you ?”

She turned only her head, resting it with gusto against her bicep.

“Are you curious ?”

“Well, yeah. No one would talk to me about it. It’s like some big, dark secret that everyone’s keeping. They’re more scared of you than anything else.”

She smirked in a way that Yōichi recognised as proud.

“They better be. I worked hard to gain this reputation and to stay worthy of it.”

“Come on, you can tell me what it was. I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

She let out a rare genuine laugh.

“Babe, you can’t keep a secret to save your life. The minute you see Miyuki you’ll spill it all.”

Her girlfriend kissed her jaw before she could protest.

“It’s fine, I’m not mad. It’s cute actually, you brag about me to everyone you meet.”

Yōichi pouted.

“But I wanna know what my cool girlfriend did.”

“Hmm, nope. Not now, at least. Maybe I’ll tell you one day. In the future.”

Her heart started pounding at that. It was the first time she had talked about a future together. She was being very vague about it, but she had mentioned it as a possibility. Yōichi tightened her arms around her girlfriend’s middle.

“Ok, I can wait.”

After all, she had already waited two years to get her, she could wait a little more for some answers.

Lol this reminds me of the “noodle incident” in Calvin and Hobbes where everyone mentions it but never says what happened.

Cool remix - I’m so curious now about her dark past!

Re: FILL : TEAM STARMATES, T

hibari1_chan - 2020-08-28 16:54 (UTC) - Expand

Title: Back into the light
Ship/Character: Kuramochi/Ryousuke
Additional Characters: Miyuki, Haruichi, mentions of other Seidou students
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Drinking !(technically underage drinking even ??), getting back together, angst with happy ending, they're at uni, kinda canon compliant, future fic
Word Count: 1099 words
Remix Permission: see permissions sheet
Link to Original Fill: here

Takes place after their encounter in the original fill

***

They slowly reconnected after their impromptu meeting on the baseball grounds and the awkward conversation at the café. It still hurt, a throbbing pain in his heart every time he would get a message. It was hard to be just friends with the man who had dumped him so suddenly and whom he was still in love with, but it wasn’t worse than the sense of emptiness when he had just plainly and, quite cruelly, cut ties with him. So, Yōichi would just swallow his feelings and act as nonchalantly as he could.

The real dangerous part happened when, once again, without telling anyone, he randomly showed up at the next Seidō alumni reunion.

He hadn’t meant to stare, but damn, after everything that had happened between them, he thought his rude reaction should be at least understandable.

“Hey, Mochi~~ come here !”

He very robotically walked up to Miyuki and plopped down on the seat next to him, still following the pink-haired man from the corner of his eyes.

“So, I’m going to assume from your reaction that you have no idea he was gonna come either, uh ?”

He shook his head.

“His last message was three days ago. I didn’t even know he knew when the next meeting was gonna be.”

Miyuki had kept his pint of beer in front of his lips and gulped down a good amount before loudly slamming it down the table again.

“Well, who knows what Kominato-senpai has in mind ?”

“You think there’s a specific reason as to why he’s here ?”

“It’s either that or he’s just relieved to know there’s no animosity between you two although I don’t think he’s that type.. unless-”

“Miyuki-senpai, Kuramochi-senpai, good evening.”

They jumped in surprise before turning to meet the gaze of Kominato Haruichi.

“Oh, I’m sorry to have startled you. I just wanted to ask you if you had any idea as to why my brother was at the reunion.”

They shared a look.

“He didn’t say anything to you, Mini Kominato ?”

He shook his head.

“I even talked to him on the phone this morning and he didn’t mention anything to me. Even though he knew I was coming.”

“That’s strange…”

“Well, it’s like you said, Ryō-san has always made his own decision.”

“Kuramochi-senpai, I’m so so-”

“Shh, Haruichi-kun, it’s all good. I’ll tell you what, buy your favourite senpai a beer and we’re even, okay ?”

He excused himself to go do just that and met Ryōsuke’s gaze. He hastily lifted a hand and waved at him and got a nod in return before he went back to his conversation with Tetsuya and the others.

He probably should have checked how much alcohol he was consuming, but he had been determined to get the constant question replaying in his mind to stop. Even Miyuki had tried to intervene, and that’s when he knew that he had reached a new low point. He knew that he hadn’t gotten over their breakup, but the difference this time, was that his bad coping mechanism was for his ex to see and judge.

He must have dozed off at some point because when he came to, the place was considerably quieter. He opened his eyes and was surprised to realise that his head was on a lap.

“Are you finally awake ?”

He froze. He knew that voice, and honestly, it was the worst outcome he could have possibly imagined. He took a mental note to give hell to Miyuki for that later. How dare he let him with the root of all of his problems.

He turned towards the pink-haired man who had taken his eyes out of his book to glance at him. Knowing that he couldn’t get up without hitting him, he took the rushed decision to roll out of his lap and successfully hit the hardwood floor at full speed.

“Ouch.”

“You, drunk. You better have not hurt yourself or you’ll get a beating from your Coach.”

He jumped on his feet as soon as the initial pain had worn off.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. It hurts more to make a slide during a game.”

“I guess so. Aren’t you glad you’re used to it ?”

He gulped down his saliva, still refusing to meet his ex’ gaze as he analized his unknown surroundings and came to the realisation that it must be his flat.

“Sure. Uh, I’m very sorry, Ryō-san. For tonight. You came to spend time with your teammates and ended up having to take care of me. But I’m fine, now. So I’ll be leaving.”

He bowed deeply before heading towards the front door where he found his shoes and was in the process of putting them on when Ryōsuke stealthily walked up to him.

“It’s already late, just stay here.”

He shook his head.

“No, no, no. I really should go now.”

For his own sanity, mainly. He couldn’t. It would be too painful.

“The trains have already stopped running.”

“I have some cash, I’ll get a taxi to bring me as close to the dorms as possible. I’ll be fine.”

He slapped his pocket where he could feel his keys and his wallet and took a step towards the knob.

“You told me that you love me.”

That sure got his attention.

“You went on about how heartbroken you still were and you asked me about a hundred times why I broke up with you.”

“You can… you can just take it as drunk talk. Just forget about it.”

“Yōichi-”

“I know that I told you I was over it. And I’m sorry for lying to you. But I’m slowly getting there, don’t worry. I just.. I just need more time. That’s why I can’t stay.”

“Yōichi-”

“I would understand if you didn’t want to keep in contact with me-”

“YŌICHI !”

He gripped his arm and forcibly turned him to look at him.

“Let me talk, idiot. I was going to say that I love you too, Yōichi.”

His brain fried, incapable of processing the last words.

“Earth to Yōichi. Did you hear me ? How much have you drunk anyway ? You’re an athlete, you know you can’t do that or have I taught you nothing ?”

“You..”

“Oh, he speaks.”

“You love me ?”

“I’m pretty sure that’s what I said, yes.”

“But..? I just.. I don’t understand ?”

The pink-haired man sighed and loosened his grip on him only to gently tug him back inside the flat.

“Stay and I’ll answer all of your questions.”

He didn’t hesitate long to take his shoes off again and let himself get pulled by him.

“Okay.”

Title: Deal
Ship/Character: Sakusa/Atsumu
Additional Characters: None
Fandom: Haikyû!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Trans!Sakusa, talking about having babies, established relationship, Hawkeye!Atsumu, Black Widow!Sakusa, some swearing lol
Word Count: 667 words
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I hope it's fine ;; I thought about that particular thing (the deadline thing) and how that subject would be approached and before I knew it I wanted to write it...

***

Sakusa brought up the subject around a plate of those fries he liked so much and Atsumu almost died choking on his diet coke.

“I’ve been thinking that I want to have a child. Would you be my sperm donor ?”

He coughed for a good five minutes before finally getting his breathing back. He shot a look around the Arby’s but at this hour of the night in the middle of winter, it was understandably quite empty.

“Say what ?”

He really should have known better than to ask him to repeat. Sakusa was hardly affected by things like shame. He briefly wondered if it was how he had always been or something that had come to him, due to his experience as a trans guy.

“Would you give me some of your sperm so that I can fertilise one of my eggs and have a child ?”

“Wait, sorry but could you start again but from the beginning ? What is that all about ? Why so suddenly ?”

The man across him took a deep breath.

“When I transitioned, they asked me if I wanted to freeze some of my eggs so that I could conceive naturally maybe in the future and I agreed and paid for them to be kept, but it’s only for ten years, and I’m gonna run out of time soon. I’ve thought about it recently, and I’m in a good enough place now. I have a lot of money saved, I can easily pay for a surrogate to carry the pregnancy to term.”

He swallowed hard.

“And I know it hasn’t been long since we started dating but when I started thinking about donors you were the first face that popped into my mind. You don’t have to say yes, I know what I’m asking is a lot, and don’t worry it won’t affect our relationship. Although I will still go ahead with the whole baby thing so if that puts you off somehow I guess that’s me telling you that you should leave now because it will soon become a package deal.”

Atsumu would be lying if he said that he had been expecting it. The last statement had made him smile though. A package deal is exactly how he considered Osamu and him.

“Why are you smiling ? Did you even listen to me asshole ?”

“Yeah, yeah, I did. Sorry, I just think it’s cute that you thought to ask me.”

“Wouldn’t it be weirder if I didn’t tell my boyfriend about this ?”

He shrugged.

“I guess. I would be wounded if I learnt later that you didn’t even think about asking me, Omi-Omi. I have plenty of sperm.”

Sakusa made a disgusted face to which Atsumu laughed.

“When do you plan on telling the others ?”

“When it works. There’s no reason to tell them before. They’re incredibly nosy, have no sense of boundaries or personal space. I wouldn’t even tell them at all if we didn’t live in the same building.”

“That’s my boyfriend.”

“So ? What do you say ?”

“Let a man think, Omi-Omi. It might sound stupid but I never though I could have a biological child with my partner since, ya know, gay.”

He nodded, like he had expected as much.

“And the hormones you take makes it impossible for you to conceive, right ?”

He nodded once more.

“Yeah, and if I wanted to carry it, I’d have to get off the hormones.”

He made this adorable nose frown he always did when he found something repulsive but was trying to be subtle about it. Their baby would definitely be the cutest.

He sighed dramatically as he leaned back on his booth.

“Well, I don’t wanna break up and I honestly find the idea of anyone else being the sperm donor repulsive. And you’re in luck, I’ve always wanted a kid. Though, I gotta warn you. There’s a high chance we’ll get twins with my genes.”

Sakusa smiled widely.

“Two for the price of one ? Isn’t that more like a deal ?”

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