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SF2022 - Bonus Round 1 : Time & Place
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PROMPT: TEAM GRANDSTAND
Fandom: Haikyuu, Kuroko no Basket, Any
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: Werewolf AU
Do Not Wants: Suicide, self harm, throat mutilation, Haikyuu first years to be the focus
***
Prompt:
TIME: midnight
PLACE: under the full moon in the forest
FILL: Team Grandstand, T
Ship/Character: Kiyoko/Daichi/Suga/Asahi
Additional Characters: Yachi Hitoka
Fandom: haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: blood, werewolves, vampires, vague hint at maybe unrequited kiyoyachi
Word Count: 1474
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whelp. this sure got away from me. pls ignore all the stuff i definitely did not explain, i rushed it a bit to try and finish it on time....
also i almost named this 'a clash of cryptids' because i suck at titles
***
Kiyoko ran.
She wasn't sure she could make it in time, but it didn't matter. Her pack was in trouble. Her four legs moved without input from her mind; she urged them forward, because she knew every second mattered.
The nearest vamp nest was over forty miles away, but it didn't matter. She knew how fast they could move, especially transformed. If the whole nest decided to violate the treaty, all at once, there was probably nothing anyone could do.
But she knew a few of them... she knew Hitoka, at least, would object, and hopefully she would be able to convince her friends it wasn't worth the cost. She knew vampire allegiances weren't the same as pack loyalty, although she also knew it didn't make them any less strong, especially if a fight over territory was involved.
She knew there was a good chance that they were already at the camp, her home, and had already done irreparable damage.
But she also knew that if she made it in time, she could stop any further bloodshed, and every second she could gain might save lives, on both sides.
And with the coming battle, they would need every single ally they could possibly find.
So Kiyoko ran, faster than she'd ever run in her life, because her famlly depended on it.
She crashed through the gate at the end of the road leading to the house, and it was easy because it wasn't locked, like it should've been. The massive metal gates opened before her easily, swung on their hinges, unobstructed. She kept running.
She could barely breathe, even in her stronger wolf form, from how far and fast she'd been running, but she kept going, pushing herself harder when she detected the metallic tang of blood hanging in the air.
It smelled familiar.
She kept running.
Kiyoko crashed through the front door to a hallway with blood splattered on the walls, streaks of it across the floor, even a few flecks on the ceiling. She howled, but the house was silent.
She kept running.
She checked the kitchen, the living room, the bedrooms, the cellar—all empty, traces of blood scattered in corners, on furniture. The familiar scents of her pack were all over, but she couldn't tell how recently they'd been here, couldn't distinguish between the old and the new.
The vampires, of course, didn't smell like anything, but she didn't need the proof to know where the blood had come from, because some of it didn't smell like her family's.
Kiyoko crashed through the back door out to the rear patio, and sprinted toward the trees. There was only one other place her pack could be, and she soon noticed a drop of blood here and there that confirmed her suspicions.
Too much of it smelled familiar. Kiyoko ran faster.
It took her minutes—too long, an age—to get to the clearing where they'd spent so many full moons hunting, playing, in a pile, together.
Now the smell of blood coated it, a layer of contamination, violence and pain in her sanctuary.
And it wasn't empty.
"Daichi!" Kiyoko called out to him—not with her voice, not in wolf form, but he could hear her anyway. He paused where he was facing off against a vampire, one she didn't recognize on sight. Kiyoko threw herself between them even as Daichi tried to shove her out of harm's way.
"Stop, listen!" Kiyoko used her teeth to tug off the small pouch strapped across her back, tossing it toward Daichi. "Look."
There were several other vampires fighting with her pack in the clearing, and she hated not jumping in to help, but this was more important. This could put an end to all of it.
Daichi didn't take his eyes off the vampire. "We don't have time for this, Kiyoko."
"Make time." Kiyoko glared at him, and Daichi hesitated, then glanced behind her, and Kiyoko knew Suga in that direction, had passed him on her way to Daichi, locked in a wrestling match with a vampire of his own.
Daichi finally glanced down at the bag.
"Trust me," she said, and then the vampire that had been attacking Daichi lost his patience and hissed at them.
"What the hell is going on," he said, and Kiyoko growled at him, and then Asahi dashed in next to Kiyoko and snapped at him as well, and the vampire flinched, taking a step back.
Daichi's eyes were back on the vampire, looking over Kiyoko to watch him, waiting for him get over his momentary retreat and resume fighting. But he didn't for a few seconds, looking from Kiyoko to Asahi and back, so Daichi nosed open the bag with his snout, which had fallen partially open when Kiyoko tossed it from her back.
He pulled out a necklace, and his eyes widened.
"Is this—?"
"Yes," Kiyoko said, and Daichi grabbed it with his teeth and then tossed it to the vampire.
"What the—?" The vampire caught it before he could think better of it, and then his eyes widened as he recognized the pendant, and he tugged open the small envelope that was tied to it, reading the message written there. Slowly his surprise melted away, to be replaced by fury.
"No way. No way is this legit."
Kiyoko growled, and gestured to her bag, and to the necklace in his hands.
"I don't know how you did it, but this has to be a fake. There's no way she orders us to stand down, not now. It's not possible."
"Yes it is," a voice called from the woods, the same direction Kiyoko had come from, and she instantly felt a wave of relief.
"No way. You must be joking, Yachi. We've been planning this attack for months."
"And they've been trying to figure out what to do about the curse for longer," Yachi said, fists clenched at her side as she walked over to stand between Daichi and the vampire. "Kiyoko talked to her, and she agreed to give them more time. You're all to return to the nest, immediately."
She stared him down for a moment, the chaos of a battle still raging around them, and then Yachi's eyes glowed scarlet and she raised a hand.
"Fine, fine!" He whistled, a piercing note that reverberated through the forest, and the fighting ground to a halt. He galred at Yachi, who lowered her hand and sighed in relief.
"Back home now, please. Queen's orders, the fight is over," Yachi said, glancing around the clearing, and slowly, one by one, the vampires stepped back, and then seemed to melt into the shadows, until the quiet shifted from the eerie unnatural stillness back to the standard quiet of the forest in the middle of the night, and then slowly the forest sounds returned, a bird called, the underbrush rustled, and Kiyoko knew the vampires were gone.
"Sorry about that," Yachi said, turning to Daichi, and then glancing over to Kiyoko. "We'll keep them away for a while, so you can keep looking for your—uh, curse-breaking, spell—thing," she finished, fidgeting and shuffling her feet.
"I should... get back," she said, and Daichi barked his thanks, and then she walked into the forest after the others.
"You saved us," Suga said, coming over to nuzzle Kiyoko's cheek. "Again."
"It's what I do," Kiyoko said with a relieved sigh, and they all took a moment to enjoy the peace and lick their wounds in the comfort of their clearing.
"We're not out of trouble yet," Suga said eventually, and Daichi groaned.
"You couldn't even wait ten minutes for the reality check? I was almost asleep."
"It would be more comfortable to sleep back at the house," Asahi suggested quietly from underneath Suga, who was sprawled on top of him. Kiyoko noticed that he hadn't made any move to get up yet.
"We can deal with everything else in the morning, I'm not moving," Daichi said, and his eyes drifted close right there on the ground, and then Suga followed suit with a sigh.
Asahi was snoring almost immediately, and Kiyoko smiled at them happily, warmth spreading from her chest all the way to her paws.
She had made it in time. There were injuries, but they healed fast, and would be good as new by morning, and the full moon would be over.
Then the real fight would begin—the fight to free themselves from their curse, and finally have full use of their abilities. No more headaches, no more waiting until the full moon to shift and then being stuck until the morning, no more taking suppression herbs to dull their senses when they got unnaturally sharp and everything was too loud and too bright and too overwhelming to function. Everything would be so much easier.
But that was a task for tomorrow.
Re: FILL: Team Grandstand, T
FILL : TEAM GRANDSTAND, T
Ship/Character: Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi
Additional Characters: None
Fandom: Haikyû!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: supernatural AU with werewolf!Atsumu and vampire!Kiyoomi, I have more lore because yes, they live in a town where fantastical creatures kinda co-exist?? soulmates AU but vampire/werewolf is new so... angst but mainly fluff here, they're in love your Honour
Word Count: 544 words
Remix Permission: See Permissions Sheet
I was kind of inspired by First Kill and Twilight lol
Basically vampires recognise their soulmates by their blood and werewolves by their scent.
***
Atsumu stayed leaning against the tree at the edge of the small clearing in the town’s nearby forest as he looked up at the starry night sky from where the moon proudly shone all of her facets. She wasn’t quite at her zenith yet, indicating that there was still a little bit of time before midnight. He hadn’t been able to look at this phenomenon since he had transformed for the first time and he let out a carefree laugh, marvelling at his fate.
He hadn’t bothered carrying any kind of device. He couldn’t be found waiting there without rising suspicion among the Werewolves and facing their disapproval. In all honesty, Atsumu didn’t give a rat’s ass about their opinion. He didn’t care who knew who he was meeting in the middle of the night, and he would fight anyone to get there if he had to meet his love if he had to but the sheer thought of not making it on time to their secret love rendez-vous with his very punctual soulmate churned his stomach.
In other words, lovestruck sixteen year old Atsumu, or puppy-in-love-scrub his brother would argue, had snuck out. It was the perfect day considering the more experienced werewolves would be too busy taking care of the youngest or unmatted ones who wouldn’t be able to control themselves. They would be perfectly safe and alone here.
How romantic.
His ears perked up at the sound of a few leaves crunching. It had been a light, barely there sound that he had only been able to hear considering his high hearing abilities. He straightened up, eyes glued to the other side.
A tall figure appeared, ebony curls dancing in the wind and pale skin glowing under the moonlight, and heading straight towards him.
Grining, Atsumu left his spot to run to the middle of the clearing where they finally reunited and fell into each other’s arms.
“Omi!”
“Tsumu..”
Their eyes met, then their lips in a longing kiss.
The same usual faint hint of blood clung to Kiyoomi as the sweet scent of peach that characterised his soulmate filled his senses as he breathed in deeply. The one who made his heart sing and tamed his wolf into curling up and purring like a sated puppy.
Kiyoomi’s nose had also found his neck, inhaling deeply. He knew vampires rarely liked werewolves, least of all their smell or their blood. He felt the tip of his tongue lapping tentatively at the artery before he started nibbling on it.
His hand buried itself in the locks as he secured his grip on the teenager’s head and gave him a light, encouraging push.
Atsumu barely felt anything when the sharp canines broke the skin and the few gulps of blood left his system to nourish the fantastical being he loved.
He caressed his head, soothing the teenager who was still getting used to feeding in such an antique, barbaric way as he had put it. The purring had seemed to drive the point home that Atsumu was more than happy to provide him with the equivalent of a cup of his blood to keep him alive, as he felt him relax in his arms, squeezing back.
“I’ve missed you, love.”