Bonus Round 1: Time and Place

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Bonus Round 1: Time & Place

Who, when, and where? Send your favorite sports animanga characters to any time and place you want—but the filler decides what they do there.

This bonus round will close on June 29th, 2018 at 11:59PM PT. (Countdown Timer)

 

This Round is CLOSED, but is perpetually open to new Fills.

 

Rules

Submit prompts by commenting to this post with a time and place, along with any character/ship/group/etc. from one of our nominated fandoms. Your prompt can include characters from any animanga title regardless of your team affiliation.

• Please format your prompt like so:
  TIME: [Time]
  PLACE: [Place]
• The place can be any real or fictional location.
• The time can be as specific or vague as you want.
• Your prompt MUST include one or more specific nominated fandoms. Please do not prompt “Fandom: Any”.
• If your prompt includes a relationship, make sure to use the proper notation. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Natsuo & Yuzuko). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Natsuo/Yuzuko). Feel free to add additional clarifications as needed.
  

Here are a few examples to get your creative juices flowing:

TIME: Victorian Era

PLACE: The catacombs of London

TIME: Monday morning

PLACE: The coffee shop down the street

TIME: The last pitch

PLACE: Koshien

TIME: June 16th, 2018 at 4:20 PM

PLACE: 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney

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Prompt: Team Sowlmates

[pocket_panda]

Ship/Character: Viktor Nikiforov&/Yuuri Katsuki
Fandom: Yuri!!! On Ice,
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: Supernatural AU
Do Not Wants: N/A

Prompt:
TIME: Just before raiding a vampire nest
PLACE: A forest

FILL: Team Victuuri, G

[viktorlovesyuuri]

Ship/Character: Viktor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: maybe a little angst-ish?, supernatural au, hunters
Word Count: 975
Remix Permission: permission granted!


***

“This is it,” Yuuri informed Viktor, pointing to an unmarked dirt driveway tucked in the middle of the woods.

Viktor nodded before putting on his blinker and pulling over to the side of the road, only a few feet in front of the driveway. Without a word, he unbuckled his seatbelt and opened up his car door, exiting the car before walking around to Yuuri’s side and opening the door for him. Despite his less than legal job, he was determined to prove that chivalry wasn’t dead.

Yuuri smiled at him as he got out of the car, giving him a quick peck on the lips once he was standing before turning and heading towards the trunk. With the press of a button underneath the handle, the trunk popped and Yuuri lifted it to reveal a grey flat surface, which he also lifted and propped up with one of the many shotguns in the now open hidden compartment.

“Did we ever get my lucky machete back from Chris?” Viktor asked as he came up next to Yuuri and placed a hand on the small of his back.

“We did not,” Yuuri informed him while reaching into the trunk to grab two machetes from the back. “He said he was taking on a nest in Illinois with Phichit so he still needed it.”

Viktor frowned, shaking his head. “Pity, I was excited to use her again.”

“Vitya, it’s a machete, we have like twenty of them.” He held one of the two they had out to Viktor so he could grab it before picking up a few syringes of dead man’s blood they had laying around from their last vampire hunt.

While Yuuri stuffed the syringes in his pocket, Viktor moved the shotgun holding up the lid to their hidden compartment back to its original spot and closed up the trunk. “I know, but I liked this one. Yurio gave it to me, remember?” He pressed the lock button on the keys and smiled when his pink convertible beeped twice.

Yuuri nodded, holding out his hand for Viktor to take. “I know, I know. Don’t worry, we’ll get it back when we see Chris again.”

“And when will that be?” He asked, lacing his fingers with Yuuri’s as they started walking into the woods.

“Hmm, I’m not sure. You know our jobs take us around the country, so it’s hard to tell. But I bet if you invited him to a strip club, he would come running.”

Viktor laughed quietly. “You know Chris very well. I guess I know what I have to do as soon as we get out of here.”

Yuuri nodded but stayed silent. He didn’t like thinking about the future when they were about to go into a dangerous situation. It wasn’t good for his mental health, especially with his anxiety constantly running rampant. He couldn’t walk into a hunt with what ifs running through his mind, because then he would be distracted, and one little distraction could get either him, Viktor, or both of them killed.

So instead, Yuuri focused on the present, allowing nothing but plans and procedures for the hunt into his mind, and using his husband’s strong grip as a reminder to stay focused and grounded.

“Should we run through the plan one more time?” Viktor asked after a few minutes of silence.

“Good idea,” Yuuri responded, “I’m going to go in the front door and distract them, I’ll take out however many I can while you sneak in the back and take out the ones in your way. We will meet in the middle, then fight them off together.”

Viktor took a deep breath, and nodded, clutching his machete tightly in one hand, and Yuuri’s hand in the other. Going into a hunt with his husband was always nerve wracking, because neither of them ever really knew what could happen to them once they went in. But at the same time, he knew they were both way stronger together than they ever were apart. There was no hunting duo like them, and everyone knew it.

But no matter how good they were, the risk was always there, looming over their heads like a storm cloud.

Both of them knew very well that although they might walk in together, only one of them might be walking out.

As they approached the old cabin that housed a nest of vamps, Viktor and Yuuri knelt down behind a tree and gently placed their machetes on the floor. With vampires having enhanced hearing abilities, it was more than likely they already knew the hunters were there, but it couldn’t hurt to be quiet anyways.

“Good luck, my Yuuri, I love you very much,” Viktor whispered first, bringing his free hand up to cup Yuuri’s cheek.

Yuuri smiled, leaning into Viktor’s touch. “Good luck, my Viktor, I love you too, more than you could ever know.” He gently took the hand Viktor had on his face and brought it up to his lips, pressing them to the gold ring on Viktor’s ring finger.

Viktor repeated the same gesture after that, taking Yuuri’s hand and pressing his ring to his lips, closing his eyes as he did so.

The two of them always did the same thing before every single hunt. It was their very own goodbye, for all the just in case or what if situations. Of course the two of them already knew how much they loved one another, but it never hurt to say it just one more time, knowing, but never saying, that it might be the last.

After a brief hug, the two of them picked up their machetes and stood up, taking deep breaths. Then silently, they nodded once at each other and headed towards the cabin to do their jobs.

PROMPT: Team Victuuri

[viktorlovesyuuri]

Ship/Character: Konoha Akinori &/ Semi Eita
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Additional Tags: slice of life
Do Not Wants: A/B/O

Prompt:
TIME: dinner time
PLACE: their kitchen

(this totally wasn't taken right from a certain baitlist 0.0)

FILL: Team Sowlmates, T

[pocket_panda]

Ship/Character: Konoha Akinori&/Semi Eita
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Fluff, implied sexual situations?, flour, flour everywhere, Konoha is a disaster sometimes, or is he?
Word Count: 1009
Remix Permission: Please ask as I'll probably add to this universe

This can be read in the same universe as this

***

There’s a loud crash from his kitchen and Semi rushes over, uncaring of the “no entering the kitchen while I’m cooking for you rule” Konoha had insisted upon putting in place about ten minutes prior.

If he’s honest, he’s quite impressed his lover had lasted this long.

“Babe!? Aki!? Are you oka-?!” He comes to an abrupt halt at the doorway, blinks, and lets out a loud bark of ugly laughter, hand coming up to stop himself from producing more.

“Eita! Don’t laugh! It’s not-,” A sigh, a chuckle, “Okay, maybe it’s a little funny,” Semi looks his boyfriend over, covered from head to toe in flour, blue eyes blinking at him through a powdery face. Konoha unsuccessfully tries to wipe flour from his hands onto his equally flour covered shirt and locks gazes with Semi.

They both burst out into laughter, Semi’s loud ugly barks merging with Konoha’s ungraceful cackles.

They take a few minutes, but eventually their laughter dies down into soft wheezing breathes and intermittent chuckles. Semi rights himself from where he’d flopped over the flour covered counter for support, uncaring of how his own arms are now covered in flour and goes over to his partner, gently brushing excess flour from his face,

“Okay, but what exactly happened here, baby?” He asks, rubbing their noses together and chuckling,

“I dropped the flour,” Semi pauses, hand suspended in mid air where it’s about to brush a powdery white lock of hair behind a -somehow- equally white ear,

“You dropped th- cupcake, how-!?” Semi had dropped the flour, once, but it hadn’t exploded quite like this. He’d simply gotten away with a messy floor and white legs from the knee down. Konoha though- he looks around, bewildered. Is that- “Sweetheart. Baby. There’s- There’s flour on the window,” Konoha turns to look and Semi is at least pleased to see that there’s a small patch on his back that’s not white,

“Huh, so there is,” Semi snorts, bringing a hand to cover his mouth again, though this time it’s to hide his wide grin. Konoha turns back to face him, blue eyes blinking in bewilderment and Semi’s grin turns into a soft smile as he brings his hand away from his face once more, going through with his earlier intention of stroking away a white-tinged lock of hair and leaning in to kiss his boyfriend,

“Come on, flower, let’s get you cleaned up,”

“I’m capable of showering on my own you know, love,”Semi hums his approval as he follows him down the hallway to his bathroom, watching him walk,

“Oh, I know darling, I just thought maybe you could use a little, you know, help,”

The predatory grin he gets in return is well worth the fact that they get flour on the walls of the hallway as well.

—

“This was all just a ploy to get take out, wasn’t it?” Semi asks later, as they’re somehow curled together on his small couch, Konoha practically laying on top of him, empty boxes of take-out on the coffee table in front of them,

“Oh no! You caught me,” Konoha lets out, mischievous smile in place as he looks up at Semi through his eyelashes from where he’s settled against the other’s chest.

Semi smiles back, nuzzling into now clean sandy blond hair,

“You know angel pie, you could have just asked instead of turning my kitchen into a war zone, I’m pretty sure we’ll still be finding flour in a couple of months when I give the keys back,”

“You’re moving?” Konoha sits up straight and stares at him, blue eyes concerned. Well, he’d planned on waiting a little longer to pop the question, but he figures that if they’re on the subject…

“Yeah, this place is getting a little cramped, since you’re over a lot more often than you used to be,” He tries, but Konoha tenses up further and Semi frowns -wrong wording,

“Sorry, I guess I just like spending time with you,” Konoha mumbles, averting his gaze to the TV where Mulan is singing about her reflection.

“That’s not what I meant, baby,” He brings a finger under Konoha’s chin and gently encourages him to look at him, “You know I love spending every breathing moment with you,” He leans over to press their lips together in a tender kiss, pulling away a few seconds later and looking into slightly dazed blue -he’s not sure he’ll ever get over how much he loves causing these reactions- his blond licks his lips and asks in a raspy whisper that sends tingles down Semi’s spine,

“Then what did you mean?” He can’t help but lean over again, capturing Konoha’s lips in a deeper kiss, molding their mouths together and bringing a hand up to cup his neck, keeping him where he is, he bites a soft lip as he pulls away, a little breathless,

“I know we’ve only been dating a couple of months, but I want my next apartment to be our apartment. Move in with me,” His heart thunders with nervous energy as he watches his boyfriend’s entire demeanor turn to shock and then Konoha is lunging at him, the both of them letting out small cries as the couch topples over and they sprawl in a tangle of limbs on the floor,

“Shit! Are you okay!? I’m sorry,” Konoha rights himself, hands on Semi’s chest as he straddles him,

“I’m fine cupcake, don’t worry,” He shifts his hips a little, getting comfortable and enjoying the blush that creeps up Konoha’s cheeks over their position, “Should I take that as a yes?”

Konoha’s hands move so that they’re gripping Semi’s own, fingers intertwining as he brings their joined hands to either side of Semi’s head, effectively caging him as he leans forward enough to rest their foreheads together,

“Yes. The answer will always be yes,”

His last coherent thought before Konoha closes the gap between their lips is that they should probably invest in a more ‘practical’ couch when they move.

PROMPT: Team Victuuri

[viktorlovesyuuri]

Ship/Character: Konoha Akinori &/ Semi Eita
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Additional Tags: did somebody say wedding proposal??
Do Not Wants: A/B/O

Prompt:
TIME: the right time
PLACE: the right place

this is super vague but that just means there's more options as to what you can do with it ^.^

FILL: Team Sowlmates, G

[pocket_panda]

Ship/Character: Konoha Akinori&/Semi Eita
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Liberal amounts of cheese with a side of proposal, petnames,
Word Count: 713
Remix Permission: Please ask

I’m not even going to apologise at this point. Fluff. That’s it. That’s all this is.

***

Akinori is nervous. He’s been jittery all day, and he knows Eita has noticed, but his boyfriend is kind enough to not have pulled him up on it. Though he knows it’s only a matter of time.

Which is why he really needs to get his act together.

He’s been planning this for months, has everything rehearsed in his head, down to every breath and blink.

So why is it so hard to get the words out now? Maybe it’s not the right time, maybe he should wait? Is this really the right place? It’s not really that extravagant of a place, this park, but it is where they’d first met, when he’d sat and watched Eita paint. He makes himself pause and take a deep breath, choosing to ground himself by focusing on the fingers entwined in his own as he walks. He feels himself relax almost immediately, Eita’s strong presence always a steady shelter in the tempest of his thoughts.

He looks at his lover then, taking in his soft pale blond hair, the tips darker than they had been when they’d first met, sharp eyebrows and piercing hazel eyes as they take in their surroundings, he watches in awe as they turn to him, eyebrows arching up in bemusement, gaze turning tender. Akinori doesn’t think he’ll ever stop the feeling of wonder whenever this happens. Eita’s strong assertive personality giving way to something much softer when they’re together. Even his voice is tender when he addresses him,

“Button? You okay?”

Akinori still can’t quite believe how lucky he is to have this man in his life, let alone as his partner. He’s brought from his musings by a gentle hand on his cheek, which he automatically leans into, closing his eyes briefly to relish in the soft touch,

“Yeah, sorry,” he finally answers in a whisper, feeling lips against his briefly and relaxing all the way.

Yes, he can do this. His eyes flutter open, staring back into the soft hazel he wakes to every morning and goes to open his mouth, speech in mind.

And then his lover drops to one knee.

His world narrows down to the vision of Eita on one knee as he opens a small blue box, revealing a simple white-gold band.

Akinori feels a little faint, brings a hand to his mouth to try and keep the choked noise he makes from escaping as tears spring to his eyes and overflow onto his cheeks. Eita is starting to talk but Akinori falls to his knees in front of him and takes the hands holding the box into his, lowers them and stares at his lover. He takes his hands away to reach into his pocket as the other’s eyes widen in worry and uncertainty.

“Cupcake?” He asks, just as Akinori brings a red box to him, about the same size as the one Eita is holding, the latter’s eyes widening in shock as he looks from the box, to Akinori, back to the box again, “Aki- Is that?” Akinori can only give him a watery grin, opening the box to reveal a matching ring - at least at first glance. He takes in Eita’s awed features, managing to somehow croak out,

“I had it engraved. It says ‘to my light’,” Eita makes a small choking sound as his own tears fall. Akinori can count on one hand the number of times he’s seen Eita cry - this time made five,

“Yours says, ‘to my universe’,”

That’s it.

Akinori presses forward, almost toppling them both over if not for Eita’s quick reflexes as he catches him and wraps his arms around him, their lips meet and Akinori swears he sees stars all over again.

Words would never convey how much he loves this man, but perhaps, maybe, this small gesture will be enough for now, as they kiss to the soundtrack of applause from the few strangers around them.

“I’m guessing this is a yes then,” Eita lets out in the space between them when they finally separate minutes later, euphoric grin splitting his face as Akinori’s own reflects it

“Yes. If you say yes too,”

Maybe there is no ‘perfect time’ or ‘perfect place’ but, right here, right now? He feels like they’re pretty close.

Prompt: Team Sowlmates

[pocket_panda]

Ship/Character: Viktor Nikiforov&/Yuuri Katsuki
Fandom: Yuri!!! On Ice
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: Hotel room with only one bed, business AU
Do Not Wants: N/A

Prompt:
TIME: That one time during an international conference
PLACE: A hotel that only has one room left

FILL: Team Victuuri, G

[viktorlovesyuuri]

Ship/Character: Viktor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: business partners au
Word Count: 1137
Remix Permission: permission granted!

***

Since the moment Viktor met Yuuri, he had wanted to sleep in the same bed with him. Not in a creepy way, of course! He just wanted to get to the point in their personal relationship where Yuuri would be comfortable sharing a bed with him.

This wasn’t how he pictured it happening.

It all started when the two of them arrived at their designated hotel for a big international business conference that was going on there. Since they were business partners, despite living in different countries, they always attended all the conferences they were invited to go to, together.

So usually, when this happened, they got adjoining hotel rooms in order to stay close, but never actually sleep in the same room.

The conference they were currently at was a little different…

Instead of two adjoining rooms, like they booked, the hotel provided them with one single room that had a king size bed. The woman at the desk claimed they had no other rooms left so the two of them would have no choice but to share that one room, or get a different hotel. Of course, this one was already paid for by both of them, so they were both opposed to wanting to go elsewhere, which left them in the sticky situation of having to share a bed for the night.

Viktor had no problems with this, in fact, he was ecstatic about it. Maybe, just maybe, he would finally be able to get closer to Yuuri in a way that made him more than just his business partner. Or at least he hoped they could clarify whether or not there was really something between them, or if Viktor was just imagining there was.

The only problem was that Yuuri seemed so nervous about the whole thing. In fact, every time Viktor even said ‘stay in the same bed,’ Yuuri blushed furiously. And although it was the most adorable thing Viktor had ever seen, he couldn’t help but to think that Yuuri was tremendously uncomfortable, and that was the absolute last thing he wanted Yuuri to be.

So after they got to the hotel room and finished unpacking their suitcases in complete silence, Viktor decided it was time to speak up.
“Yuuri,” he started, turning to face his business partner who was currently staring out their window, “Do I make you uncomfortable?”

Yuuri’s whole body stiffened in response to the question, shocked by the abruptness of it. “Uncomfortable?” He asked quietly, looking for some sort of elaboration on the word.

Viktor nodded, taking a seat on the end of their bed. “Yes, uncomfortable. Like... do you not enjoy being around me? Do I make you want to run and hide?”

After a deep breath, Yuuri turned away from the window to look at Viktor. “No, of course not, Viktor, why do you ask?”

“It’s just… the way you reacted today when the lady at the counter said we would have to share a bed. I mean, I know it’s a little weird, but you sort of acted like I had rabies or something. Which, I’m like 99% sure, I do not. I did get bit by a chipmunk once like five years ago, but I would know by now if I had rabies, right?”

Yuuri couldn’t help but to laugh a little, shaking his head. “You don’t have rabies, Viktor. And… I’m not uncomfortable around you.” He slowly walked towards the bed, sitting down a foot or so away from Viktor.

“You’re not?” Viktor looked at him, eyes filled with a curiosity.

“I’m not. You might be one of the only people that doesn’t make me uncomfortable, Viktor.”

The corners of Viktor’s mouth turned up. “You mean that?”

Yuuri nodded. “Of course I do. Viktor, if you made me uncomfortable, I would’ve resigned as your business partner years ago.”

Viktor nearly lit up light a Christmas tree at the affirmation that he didn’t make Yuuri uncomfortable, but the question still remained as to why he was so averse to sharing a bed with him for three measly nights. Before Viktor could even open his mouth to ask, Yuuri decided to continue.

“The reason I didn’t want to share a bed with you is because…” He turned away, cheeks painted a light shade of red, “Well, I didn’t want you to embarrass myself in front of you. I was, and still am afraid that if we sleep in this bed together tonight, I’m going to do something stupid that I won’t be able to take back. And then you’re going to resign as my business partner, and then I’m going to be alone and I’m never going to see you again.”

“Yuuri, I would never!” Viktor assured him, scooting just a smidge closer to him on the bed.

Rubbing the back of his neck nervously, Yuuri shrugged. “A part of me knows that true, however I can’t help but think it’s going to happen anyways.”

“Nothing you could ever do would make me not want to be your business partner. You.. you’re amazing, Yuuri.”

For the first time this whole conversation, the two of them locked eyes. “Do you really mean that?”
“I would never lie to you, Yuuri.”

Yuuri smiled, bravely scooting a little closer to Viktor.

“Everything I’ve learned about you so far has amazed me, and I can only imagine everything I will learn in the future will amaze me and surprise me even more. And if you would give me the chance… I’d like to see all the sides of you I haven’t seen yet.” Viktor was taking a leap here, but hell, there was no time like the present, so why not?

He didn’t even consider for a second that if Yuuri didn’t feel the same way as him, the rest of their weekend might be totally awkward. He just needed to know, after years of not knowing, it was time to finally reveal the truth.

“Viktor Nikiforov, are you asking me out on a date?” Yuuri was probably being a little bold by using the word date, but what the hell, right? Viktor seemed to be cashing in all his chips, so why couldn’t he?

“I am if you want it to be one, Yuuri.”

Sucking in a breath, Yuuri moved even closer to Viktor, placing his hand gently on top of the one Viktor had resting on the bed. “I would love that, Viktor.”

A heart-shaped smile broke out on Viktor’s face and he could no longer help but to reach out and embrace Yuuri in a tight hug. And with no hesitation, Yuuri hugged him back.

Little did the two of them know, sharing a bed at one business conference would be the start of so much more.

PROMPT: Team Victuuri

[viktorlovesyuuri]

Ship/Character: Konoha Akinori &/ Semi Eita
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Additional Tags: cops au
Do Not Wants: A/B/O

Prompt:
TIME: during an investigation
PLACE: at the station

FILL: Team Sowlmates, T

[pocket_panda]

Ship/Character: Konoha Akinori&/Semi Eita
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Police AU,
Word Count: 830
Remix Permission: Please ask as it’s possible I’ll expand on this

It’s technically during an investigation? Also, please just, ignore real police and psychology facts and stuff. I took liberties.

***


Semi takes in the room at large, automatically taking in people’s body language, analyzing it and filing it away for later, he’d been rather looking forward to this particular collaboration with the police force, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone in particular. But as the precinct had assembled, luck obviously hadn’t been on his side, the inspector he’d been hoping to work with no where in sight.

He’s probably on a different case, oh well. Maybe Semi will be lucky enough to bump into him during the investigation. He hopes so.

He listens, bored now, as captain Ushijima explains the workings of the collaboration; nothing he’s never heard before, after all, they had collaborations like this every few months since Semi had first started working for the criminal division. It feels like hours but is actually only ten minutes later when they focus on the case at last. The captain going over the rules of the precinct for the criminal team. Semi takes them in and prepares himself to do his job,

“Okay, I’ll take you down to the debrief room so that you can go over it with the investigation team,” They follow as one, Semi following in the rear, taking his time to look around as he goes. He’s so absorbed in looking over a notice board that he doesn’t see the person coming right at him until it’s too late. They both let out a loud ‘oof’ and Semi thanks his quick reflexes as he grabs the person by the upper-arms, steadying them both.

This close, all he can see is blue. He releases the person, finding them to be rather small, even though they appear to be the same height as him. He takes the rest of them in, thoughts grinding to a halt.

When he’d said he hoped to bump into him, he didn’t actually mean literally. Konoha Akinori is staring at him and Semi thinks he’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen. Photographs clearly didn’t do him justice, hair a light gold and blue eyes glittering,

“I’m sorry, I should have been looking where I was going,” Semi apologizes, taking a step back, “I’ve just been transfered for a collaboration with one of the teams here, I’m-”

“Semi Eita,” Konoha interrupts him, and Semi shuts his mouth with a snap, teeth clacking together,

“You- you know who I am?” It wasn’t unheard of for people to know who he was, but only ever after he’d given his name. Never had he actually been physically recognized before, let alone by such a commended officer,

“Of course I do, you’re only the best and youngest profiler Japan has seen in years. And the studies you’ve published are absolutely fascinating. I’d hoped maybe you’d be on the crim’ team when I heard we were getting back up, but I wasn’t actually expecting to meet you,” Semi stares at him, dumbstruck and the investigator continues, “Oh! I’m sorry, I should introduce myself! I’m-”

“Konoha Akinori,” It’s Semi’s turn to interrupt now, Konoha’s jaw making a similar noise to the one Semi’s had done just seconds prior, “You’re the inspector who caught the Owl, among several other criminals, as well as solved three cold cases in the space of a year, I’ve read all your articles,” He isn’t one to blatantly show excitement, but the Konoha Akinori has just recognized him and he’s over the moon. He takes in the slight shuffle of feet, the roll of a shoulder and the quick flicker of eyes to his lips.

He’d never though he’d be grateful for his analyzing skills outside of his job. They’d always been annoying until now, scaring off any potential friends outside of the criminal division -he’s been told his skills are intimidating- but knowing the gorgeous man in front of him has just thought of kissing him does wonders to his ego.

He suddenly comes back from whatever alternate reality they’d found themselves in as he remembers he was supposed to be following his team to the debrief room, looking over to see that they’d disappeared. Damn it. He turns back to Konoha,

“You don’t happen to know where the debrief room is for the Mercy case do you? My team seems to have left me behind,” Konoha stands up straighter, confirming the fact that he’s only slightly shorter than Semi himself,

“Oh! I was just heading there myself- got some extra information,” He holds up the thick file that he’s holding, “That’s why I wasn’t at the greeting,” Semi can’t help the pleased smile at that, elated that he’s going to be working with him. He doesn’t miss Konoha’s brief falter, nor the way he licks his lips, and his smile turns into a light smirk as he raises an eyebrow. The reaction he gets is even better, blue gaze fixating on his mouth as Konoha’s jaw slackens, “It’s- right this- uh, come- follow me? Please?”

This is going to be fun.

Prompt: Team Solwmates

[pocket_panda]

Ship/Character: Viktor Nikiforov&/Yuuri Katsuki
Fandom: Yuri!!! On Ice
Major Tags:None
Additional Tags: Space AU, angst is also always an option if you so wish
Do Not Wants: N/A

Prompt:
TIME: Before the return home
PLACE: Somewhere in the universe

FILL: Team Daiya, G

[gryphongirl]

Ship/Character: Viktor Nikiforov&/Yuuri Katsuki
Fandom: Yuri!!! On Ice
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Space AU
Word Count: 899
Remix Permission: Yes

New couple gets ready for hypersleep!

***

Yuuri was staring down at his hypersleep chamber. He wore a light cotton bathrobe with underwear and a t-shirt underneath, and his glasses. They were alone, finally, except for the ship’s synthetic, Phichit 8, but he was on the bridge running a last minute check. The rest of the crew were already in hypersleep.

A warm hand on his shoulder. He sighed and leaned back as Victor slipped his arms around his waist.

“You okay?”

“Yes, just a little worried.” He turned to look at Victor. “We only just started last night and now we have to sleep for 18 months.”

Victor kissed his ear. “Are you worried that I might forget you?”

Yuuri frowned. “Maybe. You might wake up and not remember that we were…together last night.”

“I doubt that will happen.”

“You can be forgetful sometimes, Captain.”

Victor laughed. “Forget that we spent all night making love and that we barely slept? I don’t think so.” He gave Yuuri a little squeeze. “If I do forget, you’ll just have to remind me when we wake up, like you remind of everything else, Mr. First Officer.”

Yuuri relaxed as Victor fell silent. He’d spent years trying to get assigned to this ship and this captain. Victor was a legend already even though he was still young, having gotten his first command only a year out of the Academy. Yet, he could be a little forgetful, even distracted at times, never about anything related to the ship, the crew, or his command, but about random personal things. Yuuri had realized this aspect about him right away and took it upon himself to remind Victor, usually discreetly, about things like other crew members’ birthdays or things he’d promised someone else.

He’d practically worshipped Victor, though he was often teased by the other crew members about their first meeting at a raucous party where he became so drunk that he couldn’t remember it. Only photos and video showed the now legendary dance off he’d challenged everyone to, in his underwear.

“You look cute in those glasses.” Victor turned him and Yuuri slipped his arms around his neck. The kiss was gentle, a contrast to the deep hungry kisses from a few hours before.

“Excuse me, Captain.”

Victor pulled back from Yuuri’s lips. “Yes, Phichit,” he said without looking at him. Yuuri stared into Victor’s blue-green eyes, aware that they were being rude to the synthetic.

“It’s time for both of you to go into hypersleep now. We can’t delay any longer.” Phichit’s voice was cheerful.

Victor disengaged himself from Yuuri’s embrace. “Thank you for keeping to the schedule.”

Phichit was smiling warmly at both of them. “I’ll watch over you and the ship while you sleep and when you wake up, you’ll be home!” He moved to Yuuri’s hypersleep chamber.

“Phichit, I know it’s protocol for the captain to go under last but do you mind if I went last instead?” Yuuri looked at his captain. “Is that all right?”

Victor smiled. “Of course.” Yuuri watched, arms folded, while Phichit got his captain ready to sleep. Just before he sealed Victor into the chamber, Yuuri leaned down for one last kiss. “I will see you when we wake up,” whispered Victor.

When he was sealed in, Victor smiled at him while Phichit started the turndown process. “Sweet dreams, love,” he said. Yuuri watched while the captain’s eyes fluttered closed. He stood back, wiping a tear away.

“He’ll be fine, Yuuri.” Phichit said turning to him. He’d adopted a more casual tone of voice.

He had spend four weeks awake with Phichit while the rest of the crew had slept as part of his onboarding when he was first assigned. He’d treated Phichit like he treated everyone and now considered him a good friend even if he was a synthetic. Phichit, for his part, had been programmed to be more emotional and friendly. During his first formal meeting with his captain, Victor had asked him to be friendly towards Phichit so they could test out his programming.

“I know. I just…he’s so forgetful about human things sometimes.” Yuuri closed his eyes for a moment. “I don’t think I can bear it if he wakes up and doesn’t remember that we were together.”

“He might forget but I doubt it. The captain remembers everything that’s important.” Phichit reached out tentatively then patted him on the arm. Yuuri’s smile was soft, gently touching the glass of Victor’s hypersleep tube. “I don’t know how it happened. One day I was working like normal and then he asked me something mundane on the bridge and I looked up to answer, and I couldn’t stop looking at him. I realized at that moment that he was everything to me, and would always be.”

Phichit smiled. Yuuri turned to him. “Hey, come here.” He opened his arms for a hug. “Thank you for being such a good friend and for listening to me go on about him all the time.”

“It’s…what friends are for,” said Phichit against his ear. “Now it’s time to sleep, Yuuri.”

“Okay.” Yuuri removed his robe and glasses and slid into the hypersleep chamber. Phichit gave his hand a little squeeze and sealed him in. As the turndown started, Yuuri smiled. No matter what happened when they woke up, he would make sure Victor remembered that he loved him.

Prompt: Team Haikyuu

[scardolphin]

Ship/Character: Miyuki/Sawamura
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: Drunk Sawamura?
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:
TIME: Friday evening after graduation
PLACE: Outside a bar

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[longleggedgit]

Ship/Character: Kiyoyachi
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: Yachi is super gay and she buys a yuri manga to try and figure stuff out but it's gross and horrible and traumatizing, so she hides it under her bed until Kiyoko comes over and finds it. does that count as a tag
Do Not Wants: N/A

Prompt:
TIME: Yachi's 3rd year/Kiyoko's first year in uni
PLACE: Sitting on Yachi's bed while she dies of mortification because Kiyoko just found the yuri manga she's been hiding under her mattress

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[aranciata]

Ship/Character: Tsukishima Kei &/ Yamaguchi Tadashi
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: phantom thieves/persona 5 AU
Do Not Wants: N/A

Prompt:
TIME: just after one of their awakenings
PLACE: inside a Palace

(I'M JUST HOPELESSLY INTO THIS CONCEPT, IS ALL)

Re: PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[marks]

you know i skimmed by a twitter back and forth mentioning me at like 6am the other day and narrowed my eyes at it because i am, at heart, a contrarian. but now you went and prompted it and i immediately got an idea and, in short, all i'm saying is i hate you a little bit right now.

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[longleggedgit]

Ship/Character: Abe/Mihashi OR Hanai/Tajima
Fandom: Oofuri
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: SHARING A BED!!!
Do Not Wants: N/A

Prompt:
TIME: Late at night
PLACE: Sharing a bed during a sleepover at one character's house (your choice)

Character A thinks it's normal to share a bed at a high school sleepover, Character B is gay and anxious

PROMPT: Team Victuuri

[viktorlovesyuuri]

Ship/Character: any hq ship or platonic
Fandom: haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Additional Tags: x-men au
Do Not Wants: A/B/O

Prompt:
TIME: training time
PLACE: the danger room

(Specific requests/details are permitted as an additional line in this field)

PROMPT: Team Victuuri

[viktorlovesyuuri]

Ship/Character: any
Fandom: yuri!!! on ice
Major Tags: none
Additional Tags: domesticity
Do Not Wants: A/B/O

Prompt:
TIME: at home
PLACE: in the living room

FILL: Team Come @ Me Bro, T

[prillalar]

Ship/Character: Victor Nikiforov/Georgi Popovich
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: domesticity, smoking, chintz
Word Count: 535
Remix Permission: Yes

This is the sweetest I've ever written these two. I could get used to it. <3

***

Georgi's couch sags in the middle and the cushions have been re-covered twice, even though he could afford something new and stylish. But the ugly chintz is soothing and the sag fits Victor's back somehow.

Victor stretches full out, head on a pillow stained with the product Georgi uses to keep himself sleek and smooth. "Come here, Gosha," he says.

"Don't call me like your dog," Georgi says. Victor can see him in the kitchen, just stripes of him through the beaded curtain. Then Georgi pushes through, bottle in one hand and glasses in the other, one long strand catching over his shoulder, then trailing away.

"Your couch is going to break," Victor says. He shifts his weight and it creaks under him.

Georgi sits down on the floor, cross-legged, plunking the glasses on the floor. The bottle he presses against Victor's cheek.

It's icy from the freezer and Victor jumps. "Asshole," he says.

Georgi pours the shots. "You always fall asleep there." He toasts and they drink, Victor craning his neck so he doesn't have to struggle upright.

"One more," Victor says. This isn't a night to drink, just a night to be warm and slow, two shots warm, sagging couch slow.

After the one more, Georgi leans against the couch, back to Victor, tipping his head forward a little, so Victor can see his bare neck. No, not like a dog at all.

Victor brushes the back of Georgi's neck, fingers up the nape to touch his hair. A little too much product, but Victor likes the way it spikes out when he plays with it, dark feathers ruffling as he preens them.

Georgi shifts and settles into it and Victor likes that too, the little frown he knows is between Georgi's brows, he doesn't have to glance at their reflection in the TV screen to see it.

"You should get a tattoo here," Victor tells him. "Secret, under your hair."

"You want to watch something?" The remote is on the low table but Georgi stretches instead for his cigarettes and the saucer he uses as an ashtray. Because he's not a smoker, only a smoker needs a real ashtray.

He lights up and the smoke curls up above him. Victor can feel it through his fingertips: Georgi's indrawn breath, the slight hold, the sigh of pleasure.

"Give," Victor says. He holds his hand out, over Georgi's shoulder.

But Georgi turns instead, looking at Victor. He pulls in smoke and holds it. And he bends down.

Victor opens up and Georgi blows the smoke between his lips, their mouths as close as they can be without touching. Victor reaches up and smooths Georgi's mussed up hair, holds in the smoke until he feels the first small buzz.

"I'm not a smoker," Victor says and they shotgun again, then kiss, acrid and warm and slow.

"Neither am I." Georgi stubs the cigarette out, don't want to set the chintz smouldering. "Vitya, do you–"

"Come up here," Victor says and holds out his hand again.

And Georgi settles himself on top of Victor, head on Victor's shoulder, chest on Victor's chest. Fingers teasing at Victor's hair.

The couch sags. But it doesn't break.

PROMPT: TEAM SOWLMATES

[strangexwaters]

Ship/Character: Viktor Nikiforov / Yuuri Katsuki
Fandom: Yuri!!! On Ice
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: None
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:
TIME: During the Cold War
PLACE: An Apartment

FILL: Team Victuuri, T

[catalists]

Ship/Character: Katsuki Yuuri/Viktor Nikiforov, Viktor Nikiforov & Yakov Feltsman & Yuri Plisetsky & Mila Babicheva
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice
Major Tags: past torture/drug use
Other Tags: Cold War, Judaism, non-graphic discussion of the Holocaust
Word Count: 1917
Remix Permission: anything but fic!

***

Yakov looked at Viktor as he ate. Viktor saw his gaze and gave him a reassuring smile, spearing the potatoes on his fork. Yakov didn’t stop frowning, but said nothing, so Viktor continued to silently shovel potatoes in his mouth until Mila said, “You’ve gotten quiet.”

Viktor shrugged. Yakov’s frown deepened. He let Viktor scrape the last of his food off the plate with the side of his fork and then said, “Bed, I think.”

Viktor nodded and stood, going to the bathroom. He turned on the tap and stared into the mirror, only faintly recognizing the person staring back. He tore his gaze from his reflection to wash his face and his hands, scrubbing all the way up to his elbows, relishing the warmth of the water. When he finished, he looked back at the mirror to see Yakov standing in the doorway, watching him.

Viktor tried to smile, but the face in the mirror only produced a grimace.

“What can I do?” Yakov asked in a low voice.

Viktor shrugged. He met his own gaze to avoid Yakov’s, studying his tangled hair in the mirror, heavy where it clumped together.

Yakov sighed. “In the morning,” he said quietly, “Will you talk to me?”

Viktor nodded stiffly. Yakov rested a hand on his arm for a moment and then let go. Viktor managed what he hoped was a real smile before he turned and went down the hall to bed, but even if he succeeded, it didn’t erase the worry in Yakov’s eyes.

The next morning the world was heavy, blurred. His head ached. He felt more than heard footsteps coming into the room, the sensation rather than true awareness of someone standing over him. There were voices, distant as though he was underwater; Yakov’s hand against his forehead, Yura resting his elbows on the side of the bed, Mila holding a glass to his lips.

The passage of time lost all meaning—it was all ache and blur, the heavy close of his eyes and the nightmarish tumble, in his dreams, back in time.

---

Yuuri knew that it was probably unreasonable to be worried after three days of silence. Viktor’s promise to come find him at Columbia hadn’t come with a deadline, and after all that time away, he surely had many things to take care of that would prevent him from trekking across town. He had a family to see; a little brother (cousin) who shared Yuuri’s name.

Still, by the second evening since he had left Viktor at the train station, watching the crowd come between them like the tide rushing in, Yuuri was worried. The third evening found him in a cab, reading the address Viktor had given him to a taxi driver from a sheet of notebook paper where he’d copied it from the back of his hand as soon as he arrived home.

There was a menorah in the window. The whole neighborhood was Jewish, so it told Yuuri nothing, but he was nonetheless reassured that he’d found his way to the right place.

He wore a soft cream sweater and brown slacks and his glasses, conscious of what a stranger on the doorstep would signal to a family who had so recently had one of their sons ripped away from them. He was not an intimidating person, but a few extra steps towards nonthreatening could do no harm.

He rang the bell and waited. After a moment, a blond teenager opened the door and snarled something at him in Russian.

“I’m here to see Viktor,” he tried, in English.

The boy tried to slam the door in his face.

“Wait!” Yuuri said. “You must be Yuri!”

The teenager stared at him. “So?”

“I’m a friend,” Yuuri said, lifting his hands in a placating position. “Viktor—he gave me this address.”

Yuri made a noise in his throat that said he didn’t quite believe that. “How do you know him, then? I’ve never seen you around here before.”

“I go to Columbia,” Yuuri said. “We met—in Pennsylvania. “I—I brought Viktor back here.”

Yuri’s face warped into anger and horror. “You’re one of them!”

“No!” Yuuri stumbled back. “I mean, I worked with them, but not once I knew! Not anymore. I couldn’t leave him there after I saw.”

“You saw what?” a new voice said, harsh and guttural. An older man made his way to the door and said something in Russian to Yuri.

Yuri spat something in Russian back and Yuuri raised his hands. “I—I came to see Viktor. I can—he gave me this address. I was worried.”

The man turned to him. “When?”

“The night we came back to New York,” Yuuri said. “At the station, he,” he fumbled in his pocket and produced the paper. “He wrote it on my hand. He—I thought he was going to come to see me, but he didn’t, and I—worried.”

The older man’s face softened. “I am Yakov Feltsman,” he said shortly. “I raised Vitya after the war. Yura.”

"What?" Yuri snapped.

"Go check on Vitya."

Yuri scowled, but went, casting a suspicious look back at Yuuri.

“Vitya,” Yuuri said, his voice lifting in uncertainty.

“Viktor,” Yakov said.

“Viktor. He said that. That you took him in after his parents died.”

Yakov nodded stiffly. “My sister and her husband died in the camps.”

“In the—“ Yuuri stumbled. “Concentration camps?”

“Yes,” Yakov said. “I suppose he would not have said. You did not know we were Jewish?”

“No, I knew, I don’t know. I didn’t think about it,” Yuuri said quietly. “He must have been so young.”

“Very young,” Yakov said. “Mila younger. And Yura not yet born.”

“Is he alright?” Yuuri asked.

“He is ill,” Yakov said, flatly. “Shock, exhaustion, the doctor says. He has a fever and so he remembers things he usually does not.”

“No,” Yuuri said, softly.

“He will be alright,” Yakov said after a moment of looking Yuuri up and down and apparently judging him to be sincere. “He is talking, at least.”

“He—he talked to me a lot,” Yuuri said, confused. “He told me about all of you.”

“He told you nothing about the war,” Yakov said. “Yes?”

“No,” Yuuri said. “I don’t think so. He said you came here after.”

“After the war,” Yakov said, “When the camps were freed, no one knew where their family was. The whole continent, it was—ruined. Everyone had lost someone and there were so many dead their names were lost. There were lists posted, ads in newspapers, everyone wanting answers and no one with any. Do you understand?”

“I—“ Yuuri said. “I don’t know.” He wasn’t sure why Yakov was telling him this and wanted to see Viktor and reassure himself that he was all right, whatever Yakov said.

“It took me half a year of looking,” Yakov said flatly. “My sisters, both dead. I did not know Yurotchka existed until I saw him. He was born a month before the Americans came. He was half a year old then and Vitya carried him everywhere. Vitya’s hair had turned that grey. I did not believe it was him until I got up close. They told me, he is so quiet, he says nothing at all. I thought—our Vitya, never. But.” Yakov shook his head. “Yura remembers nothing. Vitya, he says he remembers very little. And of course his voice has come back.”

Yuuri was distantly aware that he’d gone pale. Everything Viktor had said in the car, on the train, was coming back. “Can I see him?”

Yakov hesitated. Before he could answer, they were interrupted by a young redheaded woman coming down the hall, followed closely by Yuri.

“He’s awake,” she announced, and then looked at Yuuri. “Who are you?”

“A kidnapper,” Yuri said.

“A friend of Viktor’s,” Yuuri said.

She studied him, then brightened. “You’re Yuuri!”

“I’m Yuri,” said Yuri. “What are you on about, hag?”

“No, Viktor’s Yuuri,” Mila said. “He told me about you!”

“My name is Yuri!” Yuri said. “His name can’t be Yuri!”

“It’s Yuuri,” Yuuri said. “I think it might be spelled differently.”

Yuri looked at him with something like horror.

“He is awake?” Yakov asked, cutting through the chaos. Mila nodded and he sighed. “Go see Vitya,” he told Yuuri.

Yuuri didn’t need to be told twice and headed down the hall. The room at the end of it was small, closer to a closet than a room. There were two beds in it, but only one was occupied. Viktor struggled to sit up when he heard footsteps, and brightened when he saw Yuuri.

“You’re here!” he sounded delighted.

“You gave me your address,” Yuuri said. “I was worried when you didn’t come see me.” He took the few steps necessary to bring himself to the side of the bed. “Your—Mr. Feltsman said you were sick.”

Viktor made a dismissive gesture. “Better now,” he said, although from up close his pallor was even more evident. “The fever is gone, anyway.”

Yuuri’s hand couldn’t help but go to Viktor’s hair. “The color,” he said.

Viktor smiled ruefully. “Yakov told you, I suppose. Yes. It was dark when I was young.”

“Do you—remember?”

“Not really,” Viktor said. “I remember before the war perhaps as well as you remember anything when you are very young. Bits and pieces. I remember my parents. And after that—I remember holding Yura when he was first born. I remember afterwards. I truly do not remember the war very well. I think it is a blessing,” he concluded.

Yuuri nodded, carefully. “The drug they gave you,” he said quietly. “It can—you can have flashbacks, sometimes. Even years after. Not physical withdrawal like with others, but—mentally, it can…be bad,” he ended, lamely.

But Viktor nodded, eyes serious. “Thank you for telling me,” he said.

“I’m sorry,” said Yuuri.

“Do not apologize for what you have not caused,” Viktor said. “Yuuri. You saved me, and I will forever be grateful for that.”

Yuuri touched his hair again, unable to help himself. Viktor shifted, and Yuuri found his hand on Viktor’s cheek, cupping his face.

“I’m sorry,” Yuuri said again, and to his horror realized he was crying. He drew his other hand to his face and tried to catch the tears. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, this time for the fact he was sobbing.

“Come here,” Viktor said, and when he pulled Yuuri onto the bed and into his arms, he went willingly.

“It will be all right,” Viktor said into his ear, his breath warm against Yuuri’s neck.

“Do you believe that?” Yuuri asked.

“It’s Hanukkah,” Viktor said. Yuuri blinked at the non-sequitur, but Viktor rubbed his back and continued. “The story you will have heard, maybe, it is about oil that burned for eight nights when it should have only lasted one. But the real story, it is that Judaism was banned and the Second Temple, it was desecrated. And the Jews banded together and fought back, and took back the temple and rededicated it to our God. And the candles we light, they are the candles that were lit in that temple to reconsecrate that altar. This, it is not about just about miracles. It is about enduring. Eventually, always, we will rebuild the temple. Do you understand?”

“I think so,” Yuuri said. “Yes. I do.”

“Good,” Viktor said. “Do you believe it?”

“Yes,” said Yuuri, and in that moment in Viktor’s arms, he meant it.

Prompt: Team Sowlmates

[pocket_panda]

Ship/Character: Terushima Yuuji&/Any, Any
Fandom: Haikyuu!! Free!
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: Yakuza AU
Do Not Wants: N/A

Prompt:
TIME: The time he got a stain on his suit
PLACE: The back alley of a nightclub

FILL: Team Haikyuu!!, M

[augustgreatsword]

Ship/Character: Bokuto/Kuroo/Terushima
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Rated M for violence (but not graphic), swearing, and implied sexual themes, Blood, Yakuza AU
Word Count: 867
Remix Permission: Talk to me first as this part of a larger AU I have planned

Terushima fights for Babe-chan's honor.

***

“Kou-chan this suit had better become your new standard suit,” Terushima said with a glint in his eyes, stepping out the backdoor of the nightclub.

Kuroo knew this look. It was the look Terushima got when he couldn’t decide if he preferred someone in the clothes they were in or if he wanted to personally help those clothes find the floor.

“Really Yuuji? You like the suit that much?” Bokuto questioned, obviously pleased with Terushima’s approval.

“Well if Yuuji-chan doesn’t force you to wearing the suit I will,” Kuroo cut in. Kuroo always loved Bokuto’s eyes and this new gold suit just made Bokuto’s eyes that much brighter. It took them a few stores before they found someone who could make a custom gold suit that didn’t scream tacky, but in that moment Kuroo was glad they had taken the extra time to look.

“Ugh yakuza these days! Always wearing trashy suits and standing out like rich punks!” A man said while purposely bumping into Bokuto.

That caused Terushima to stop dead in his tracks and turn to the man, who had two friends with him, and ask, “The fuck did you just say about my Babe-chan’s suit?”

“I said his suit was trash! In fact it’s downright gaudy! Who in their right mind thinks gold is a good color for a suit? Well, looks like that one might not have much a brain if that’s what he’s wearing,” The man taunted.

And before Kuroo or Bokuto could tell Terushima that this guy was obviously a punk and not worth his time, Terushima took the bat from off his shoulders and snarled “Talk shit, get hit!” and swung his bat right at the man’s face, and connected with a loud crack.

“Oi! The fuck man, that ain’t fair! We ain’t got bats to fight with!” The first friend said.

“Oh, so you want an old-fashioned ass kicking?” Terushima said, passing his bat off to Kuroo before cracking his knuckles and twisting his neck. “Because I certainly oblige.”

Before Kuroo could grab Terushima away from the fight Terushima was fighting the man’s two friends, since the first man was still groaning on the ground.

It had been awhile since Kuroo had seen Terushima fight and he forgot how just seeing Terushima fight got his adrenaline going. But Terushima miscalculated a punch and was suddenly on the receiving end of blows, and before Kuroo knew it he had passed Terushima’s bat to Bokuto and swiped the feet out from under one of the man’s friends causing him to hit his head on the pavement.

Terushima took that opportunity to connect his fist with the second friend’s face and break his nose.

The man didn’t seem very phased by his broken nose, just wiping the blood onto the back of his nose and smirking at Terushima saying, “Oh you’re gonna get it now motherfucker.”

“Please, you ain’t gonna do shit asshole,” Terushima smirked before blowing a kiss in his assailant’s direction.

Kuroo loved this about Terushima - he could look at a grown man ready to beat his ass and he would still find a way to be his flirtatious self.

The man was able to get two punches on Terushima before Terushima found and opening to grab the man’s head and plow it into a wall of the alleyway.

With all the men now on the ground, Terushima took his bat back from Bokuto while giving him a kiss on the cheek. He went back to the first man and crouched down low so he was looking the man right in the eyes and said “Now, I think you’ve learned your lesson to not talk shit about my Babe-chan. Unless you got somethin’ else to say about his stunning new suit?”

The man just vigorously shook his head that he didn’t have anything else to say, eliciting a wicked smile from Terushima.

“Perfect! Now if you’ll excuse me I have plans tonight with my Babe-chans,” Terushima said while standing up and returning to Kuroo and Bokuto.

Bokuto was practically beaming and said “Yuuji I didn’t realize how much you loved my new suit!”

“No, I love you. Seeing you in that suit is just a bonus.” Terushima said, resting his bat back on his shoulders.

“Yuuji-chan it looks like you might need a new suit - or at least get this one dry cleaned,” Kuroo said, noticing the blood on Terushima’s suit.

“Fuckers! I just had this cleaned two days ago!” Terushima cursed. “But it was for a noble cause I suppose - I can’t just let people talk shit about either of my Babe-chans and get away with it.”

“Such a noble cause,” Kuroo deadpanned.

“Tetsu don’t be like that! It was romantic the way he literally went to bat for me!” Bokuto chided before kissing Terushima on the cheek.

“So what are we doing now? I got energy to burn!” Terushima said, returning Bokuto’s kiss.

“Well, the apartment is just a few minutes away…” Kuroo suggested.

“Sold. Besides, we gotta find out how this new suit looks on the floor too.” Terushima smirked.

And with that Kuroo had a feeling that they were all in for a very long night.

Prompt: Team Haikyuu

[augustgreatsword]

Ship/Character: Any
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: This is angst, take it where you will
Do Not Wants: None

Prompt:
TIME: At the end
PLACE: Where it would hurt the most

FILL: Team Sowlmates, M

[pocket_panda]

Ship/Character: Komi Haruki / Konoha Akinori
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: (insinuated) Character death
Other Tags: Post-apocalypse, Angst, self-deprecating thoughts, emotional turmoil, grief, slight suicidal thoughts, mention of injury, blood, one mention of corpses
Word Count: 873
Remix Permission: Please ask, as this is part of a universe I’m building

Did someone ask for angst? if anything needs adding to the tags please let me know !

Linked to these : Pre-apocalypse Thunderstorm

***

It’s day. It’s night. It’s day.

There’s water seeping through his clothes as the gray clouds make good on their promise. Haruki doesn’t care though, he really doesn’t.

He almost welcomes the sensation of cold the water brings.

Almost.

He can still feel, if only a little, proving he’s still alive.

He wishes he couldn’t, wishes he weren’t.

He rolls over so that he’s no longer on his side, staring at the sky instead of the side walk where he’s been laying since-

Who cares?

He doesn’t.

He brings a hand up to his face, staring at it.

It’s stained red.

He watches. Watches as the rain washes it away, dried crimson liquefying and diluting, trailing down his fingers, his hand, his arm, dripping onto his face.

He can’t feel it. He might be crying. He might not be.

Who cares?

Konoha is gone.

It feels like the word echoes in the empty space of his mind. Echoes and bounces, resonates inside of him, makes its way through his entire being until suddenly it’s all he can hear, his heart beats, his lungs expand, his side aches, and suddenly he can feel again.

Gone.

His breath catches and he lets out a choking sob, blood drenched hand coming to land on his face and squeeze, trying to feel anything else than the deep searing agony that’s ripping through him, tearing him limb from limb in it’s wake as it rages and rampages through his broken mind.

He cares.

Another sob, so harsh this time that’s it’s practically torn from him, his body convulsing and curling in on itself as he rolls to the side once more, clutching his hand to his chest, desperate to protect it from the rain now.

It’s all he has left, the last traces of him. Of him ever having existed.

It hurts.

Being alone hurts, but being left behind hurts even more.

It was easier when he was numb. Much easier than all these emotions that tear into him. Guilt. Pain. Loss. Loneliness.

It’s raining. It’s sunny. It’s night. It’s day.

The only reason he knows he’s still alive is the pain from his cracked ribs as he breathes and the ache in his chest where something feels like it’s been savagely ripped out.

There’s an echo of laughter in his numb mind, telling him to lighten up, and that just because feelings originated in the brain, didn’t mean they weren’t felt through the rest of your body, some stupid reference about electricity following the words.

He tries to hate it. Tries to throw contempt and disdain at it.

He can’t.

He does, however, feel once more.

Anger. Hate. Loathing.

Pure, unadultered rage rushes through his veins and he grits his teeth. Why. Why hadn’t he been better, why didn’t he save him? Why did he have to be so weak? How could he have failed so badly at protecting the one thing that mattered anymore, the one person he had left, kept him clinging to any semblance of hope?

Gone.

Why hadn’t it been him instead?

He remembers, somewhere in the recess of his mind, a time where life was normal, wishes it were still so, that none of this had ever happened. He wishes he’d never met him.

That’s not true.

He hates himself. Hates that he’s glad the world had almost ended, if only because he got to meet him.

What was the saying? It’s better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all?

Bullshit.

He’s probably dying, wasting away like this. Some rational part of him is surprised he’s even survived this long, that the Nightmares and Daydreams haven’t taken him yet.

Another part helpfully supplies that he probably merges with the corpses.

There’s another echo, somewhere, he’s not even sure if it’s coming from himself anymore.

A promise. A promise to keep going, no matter what.

Fuck.

He moves for the first time in-

He’s not sure.

He stumbles over to their things - his things, and crouches, finds the water flask, drinks from it, his body thankful through the aches and stiffness.

He can do this.

He looks up at the sky, the same blue as eyes he’ll never see again. He looks down at his hands, they’re clean, no trace of blood left on them.

He slumps over, pain coursing through him.

He can’t do this.

Another sob racks through him.

He wonders if it could have been different.

He wonders if they’d have ever met.

He wonders if they’d have still fallen in love.

Night. Day. Rain.

He’s staring at his hands, he’s been sat against the building for -

Who cares how long?

He hears footsteps approach, splashing in the residual puddles.

Finally, the dreams have come for him.

He remembers waking to shouts of terror as Daydreams tried to take his partner what seems like forever ago.

Rage courses through him.

The bastards may have come for him, but he’s not going down without a fight. He tenses in preparation, ready to lash out.

The footsteps have stopped. That’s odd, dreams were basic creatures, only roaming aimlessly and mutely until they find someone to take,

“Komi,”

They can’t talk either.

Prompt: Team Victuuri

[catalists]

Ship/Character: any
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: sort of Major Character Death
Additional Tags: you're going to suffer but you're going to be happy about it
Do Not Wants: N/A

Prompt:
TIME: close to the end
PLACE: San Junipero

Prompt: Team Haikyuu

[augustgreatsword]

Ship/Character: Victor/Yuuri
Fandom: Yuuri on Ice
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: Wedding Planning
Do Not Wants: N/A

Prompt:
TIME: When they finally agree on the flowers for their centerpieces
PLACE: Flower Shop

FILL: Team Come @ Me Bro, G

[mousapelli]

Ship/Character: Victor/Yuuri
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: Victor the Bridezilla
Word Count: 481


There was some googling of what flowers are native to Fukuoka and St. Petersburg and honestly it was a little shady so, I'm sorry.

***

"Victor, please listen to me," Yuuri pleads. He loves Victor's enthusiasm, he really does, and loves that Victor really wants to marry him and wants everybody else to know that they're getting married and is totally footing the sort of bill that Yuuri feels sick even thinking about and won't take a red cent from his parents. But right now Yuuri is exhausted and wants to sit down and probably should have eaten more than a package of shrimp chips for lunch, and Victor is definitely not listening.

Victor is basically hugging a large vase of white chrysanthemums. "They're so big and dramatic, don't you think?"

"Victor…" Yuuri pinches his nose. The flower shop attendant, who assuredly understands none of the English Victor is blathering at him, gives Yuuri a look of deep sympathy.

"And they smell…wait you aren't allergic to any of these are you?" Victor asks suddenly. "You have a plant thing sometimes, in the spring I didn't see your actual face for like a month."

"That's hay fever and it's different," Yuuri said wearily. "Victor—"

"Anyway, so we don't know how many tables, but I think we could guess and then if there are extra flowers, oh well, who objects to extra flowers? We can just decorate the entry way or—"

"VICTOR!" Yuuri finally snaps, loud enough to rattle the glass in the display case. That at least brings Victor short for long enough that Yuuri grips his tie—in the not sexy way—and gives it a good yank. "LISTEN to me. Are you listening?"

"Yes, darling?" Victor says, abashed and slightly choked.

"Chrysanthemums are funeral flowers in Japan," Yuuri informs him. "And while I sometimes want to murder you, I'm not PLANNING on doing it before our wedding. Much."

"Oh! Ohhhh." Victor chuckles ruefully, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly as Yuuri lets him go. "In Russia they're quite popular."

"Somehow, so are you," Yuuri mutters.

"Well," Victor straightens up a little, actually looking around. "What grows here?"

"In Fukuoka?" Yuuri blinks. "Um…wisteria, I suppose, and…lilies? Lilies are a good wedding flower, right?"

"Absolutely. What color?" Victor asks, looking around. "There's white or yellow or these weird red ones…"

"Probably white for a wedding, clearly," Yuuri chuckles. "If we pick yellow the news will just ask if we're only friends again." Yuuri thinks while Victor laughs outright. "What's something from St. Petersburg? That you like?"

"Lilacs!" Victor announces, definitive. "You make those here, right?"

"I'm sure, and if not, you'll just fly them in from France," Yuuri mutters in a way that's partly teasing but partly based on long-suffering experience. "Satisfied?"

"With you, always," Victor tells him, slipping an arm around his waist and kissing his cheek soundly. Yuuri groans in embarrassment, because the flower shop woman definitely understood enough of that to give them both a look down her nose.

Prompt: Team Sowlmates

[pocket_panda]

Ship/Character: Viktor N. &/ Yuuri K.
Fandom: YOI
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: Harry Potter AU
Do Not Wants: N/A

Prompt:
TIME: Just after potions class
PLACE: Hogwarts

FILL: Team Come @ Me Bro, G

[mousapelli]

Ship/Character: Phichit & Yuuri, Yuuri/Victor
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: potions accident, Durmstrang Victor, Yuuri's failure flirting, Phichit is the best wingman
Word Count: 527


It did not make it in here, but Christophe is the rep from Beaubatons.

***

"Are you gonna ever talk to him or what?" Phichit asked, nudging Yuuri's shoulder. Yuuri, who is attempting to add lacewing flies to their potion without blowing himself straight back to Japan, gives Phichit the dirtiest look possible. Then he looks to where Phichit is looking, at where the Durmstrang students are occupying the other side of the room in their double Potions lesson. In the midst of a bunch of imposing students with their sleeves rolled up, Victor Nikiforov is holding sway, tall and slender and golden and wonderful.

Victor looks up, catches Yuuri's eye, and gives a little wave. Yuuri jerks his gaze back down to his potion, face red. He misses Victor's tiny pout entirely.

"Or what," Yuuri mutters.

"Oh my god," Phichit groans at him, yanking on his sleeve. when Yuuri shoulders him off, Phichit rubs at his temples. "You're impossible! You have such a big crush on him and you won't even try!"

"He's a freaking Tri-Wizard candidate!" Yuuri snaps, hunching his shoulders up around his ears. "I'm a dumb transfer student who enchanted myself instead of my teapot last week and spent two hours bumping against the ceiling."

Phichit rubbed his temples harder. "Yuuri, I love you, but 1. this is your fourth year so stop calling yourself a transfer student, 2. you are ALSO a Tri-Wizard candidate, and 3. that guy is definitely flirting with you! He keeps looking over here."

"That's all a mistake," Yuuri mutters, uncomfortable. "And he is not. He's just. You know, looking around."

"Ok, that's it," Phichit announces, clapping his hands. He waves wildly at the group across the aisle, ignoring Yuuri's hissed threats. "HELLO!! Hi! Yes, you guys! Hi there! Any luck with this?"

The Durmstrang students all exchange dubious glances and Yuuri just wants to transfigure himself right back to the ceiling and float away, but Victor beams like the sun.

"Maybe yes!" he calls, strolling on over and looking into your cauldron. "Ah, yes, your color is I think no good. Maybe if we add—"

"Oh no, don't—" Yuuri tries to protest, but it's too late, and one capful of kneazle fur later, acrid purple smoke is pouring out of their cauldron, making all three of them wheeze and stagger away from it. Through tear-blurred eyes, Yuuri is horrified to see that Victor's light blond hair has been stained the same purple as the smoke. "Oh NO, I'm so SORRY!"

Victor's hands fly immediately to his head, eyes wide. "Is not gone, is it?!" He relaxes when he touches his hair. "Ah, good, not yet. Baldness from potion accident runs in my family very far back."

"It's a good look on you, really," Phichit assures, nudging Yuuri forward. "I'm Phichit and this is Yuuri, Yuuri Katsuki."

"Oh! You are my competitor! Much good luck to both of us!" Victor is taking Yuuri's hand and shaking it heartily, ignoring Yuuri's stuttered attempts at a hello. Victor pauses, finger resting at the side of his mouth. "You know, back at Durmstrang, I also have a Yuri. He is not as cute as you, though, I'm sure everyone would agree."

PROMPT: Team Victuuri

[viktorlovesyuuri]

Ship/Character: Terushima Yuji &/ Anyone
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Additional Tags: fluffy, maybe some fireworks?
Do Not Wants: A/B/O

Prompt:
TIME: at midnight
PLACE: on the hood of a car

FILL: Team Haikyuu!!, G

[augustgreatsword]

Ship/Character: Terushima/Fukunaga
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: The babe-chan saga continues, Fukunaga puns everywhere
Word Count: 582
Remix Permission: Sure!

Thank you so much for this prompt! Also, Fukunaga calls Terushima "Playboy" as a play on his name "Yuuji" which means "Playful Child" and his flirtatious personality. Also also when Fukunaga uses "you" when talking to Terushima it's also a play on that you can shorten "Yuuji" to "Yuu", and should be considered a pun. Fukunaga also makes cat puns.

***

“Hey Babe-chan?” Terushima aksed.

“Yes Playboy?” Fukunaga replied.

“Do you ever wonder if we’re part of something bigger?” Terushima asked.

“Hmm? What do you mean?” Fukunaga asked.

“I don’t know. Like maybe there’s a bigger plan for everything? That like, things happen for a reason? I guess like destiny maybe?” Terushima clarified.

“You are getting awfully philosophical tonight, Playboy,” Fukunaga said.

“I’m laying under the stars on the hood of my car next to my Babe-chan. Of course I’m gonna get philosophical!” Terushima said defensively.

“Then maybe I need to start getting you under the stars more often,” Fukunaga mused.

“You still haven’t answered my question Babe-chan,” Terushima pressed.

“Hmm. I don’t know fur sure. I mean I think we can always be learning something from what is happening. But I’m not sure if I believe in destiny. I always thought life was more what you made of it rather than something preordained,” Fukunaga answered.

“I guess that makes sense,” Terushima said.

“What about you?” Fukunaga asked curiously.

“Well I wasn’t really sure before. But like, lately I don’t know really. Because part of me is like ‘I write my own path’ but then I got lucky enough to meet you and I just can’t help but wonder if the universe had something to do with it,” Terushima admitted.

“Maybe you did have some outside help,” Fukunaga conceded.

“Wait what’s that supposed to mean?” Terushima asked.

“You came up to me saying ‘How do I order one of you Babe-chan?’ as if that pick-up line was gonna work,” Fukunaga reminded Terushima.

“Well we are dating now aren’t we?” Terushima asked, not seeing anything wrong with his choice of a pick-up line.

“Yes, but I almost didn’t answer you the next day,” Fukunaga confessed.

“What made you change your mind Babe-chan?” Terushima asked.

“I’m not sure to be honest. I just had a gut feeling about you,” Fukunaga admitted.

“Very articulate Babe-chan,” Terushima deadpanned.

“I just mean that I didn’t have a conscious thought that you would be a good choice,” Fukunaga said.

“You wound me,” Terushima pouted.

Fukunaga moved to take Terushima’s hand in his. “You were a great choice and I wouldn’t trade you fur anyone.” Fukunaga said.

“Really?” Terushima asked hopefully.

“I’m being purrfectly serious, Playboy.” Fukunaga confirmed.

Terushima got up at that to give Fukunaga a quick kiss, causing to Fukunaga to blush.

“I never get tired of seeing you blush Babe-chan,” Terushima smiled.

“You just like finding an excuse to kiss me,” Fukunaga corrected.

“Same difference,” Terushima shrugged.

“Now where are these midnight fireworks you purromised me?” Fukunaga asked.

“Well they can be a little late since it’s usually teenagers doing it,” Terushima answered.

“Did you ever light the fireworks?” Fukunaga questioned.

“Who do you think started the tradition?” Terushima smiled, proud of himself.

“Why am I not surpurrised?” Fukunaga sighed.

And with that the first firework went off. It wasn’t the biggest show they had ever been to, but then again this was just some teenagers having fun.

Terushima was always fascinated by fireworks. But Terushima eventually stopped taking Fukunaga to shows for the fireworks, but rather to watch Fukunaga enjoy the fireworks after looking at him after their third firework date. Tonight was no different as Terushima felt a calming feeling seeing Fukunaga so happy. And when Fukunaga rested his head on Terushima’s shoulder he sent a thanks to the universe for any help he got for being lucky enough to have Fukunaga at his side.

PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[wickedcherub]

Ship/Character: Kuroo / Tsukishima
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: none
Additional Tags: feels, if this ends up porny I am completely fine with that just saying I'm old enough
Do Not Wants: character death (can't be too sure with you folks)

Prompt:
TIME: after karasuno loses to nekoma
PLACE: nationals

Re: PROMPT: Team Grandstand

[artenon]

AAAAAAA

Prompt: Team Grandstand

[uwu_anon]

Ship/Character: Miyuki Kazuya
Fandom: daiya
Major Tags: none
Additional Tags: character study
Do Not Wants: zombies, horror, supernatural things

Prompt:
TIME: at long last
PLACE: somewhere safe

Prompt: Team Sowlmates

[pocket_panda]

Ship/Character: Terushima &/ Ennoshita Chikara, Any
Fandom: Haikyuu!! YOI, Free!
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: nsfw is fine, as is literally anything else, be free
Do Not Wants: N/A

Prompt:
TIME: The wrong time
PLACE: That one special place

Babe-chan returns, Ennoshita does not agree,

FILL: Team Haikyuu!!, G

[augustgreatsword]

Ship/Character: Terushima/Ennoshita
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Terushima why did you say babe-chan at this moment
Word Count: 496
Remix Permission: Go for it!

Look Ennoshita does not approve of being called Babe-chan.

***

“Okay you can open your eyes now!” Terushima exclaimed, proud of himself.

“Yuuji… Yuuji this is amazing,” Ennoshita said, awestruck at their destination. “How did you even find this place?”

“Lots of emails and internet searching. So much,” Terushima admitted.

“I can’t believe you found this place, and I would have thought it wouldn’t even be here by now!” Ennoshita said, tears in his eyes.

Terushima had spent the last six months thinking about how to do this. The last four months he had actually spent researching this location. Ennoshita had a favorite old romance movie. It wasn’t even that popular when it came out, much less in the thirty years since its release. But Ennoshita absolutely loved this movie and Terushima was determined to get Ennoshita to the set of the town. It took some tracking down since the clocktower had burned down twenty years ago and the town’s name had recently been changed since there was new development on the north side of town, and this section was the historic district.

“So where do you wanna go first Chikara-chan?” Terushima asked, nudging Ennoshita’s side.

“Everywhere,” Ennoshita smiled, still in awe of being here.

“Well, let’s get started!” Terushima said, taking Ennoshita’s hand in his.

The next few hours were some of Terushima’s happiest. Ennoshita marveled over seeing the town up close, and took tons of pictures of the backdrops to his favorite scenes. A few of them were recreations of kissing scenes and Terushima was more than happy to provide services for those pictures.

After taking Ennoshita to a restaurant featured in the movie, Terushima was ready. It was time to take Ennoshita to the main square with the fountain. Ennoshita agreed of course because the sun was starting to set, making his favorite part of the town that much more beautiful.

“Chikara-chan?” Terushima asked nervously.

“Are you okay Yuuji?” Ennoshita asked, concerned about Terushima’s sudden nerves.

“Yes, it's just that I’ve been thinking a lot lately. And I kinda wanted to ask you something. It’s really important but I wanna do it right,” Terushima admitted.

“Well you can take your time but if it’s important you should probably ask me,” Ennoshita said, trying to keep calm - Terushima didn’t usually ask “important” questions.

“Alright here goes nothing. I love you Chikara-chan. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m glad that I get to spend mornings in our bed fighting about who’s turn it is to get out of bed and make the coffee. I’m glad that I have someone to watch cheesy romance movies with. I’m glad that I get to use the buddy system for everything from cooking dinner to going out to a friend’s wedding. And I wanna keep having you around for everything. Permanently.” Terushima took a deep breath before getting down on one knee and asking, “Will you be my Babe-chan forever?”

“Just for that I won’t tell you my answer until tomorrow.”

~~
(He says yes)

Prompt: Team 29 Balls (and a Bucket) to the Face

[deducingontheroof]

Ship/Character: Konoha/Any (konoha/terushima?)
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: none
Additional Tags: sickfic, jealousy
Do Not Wants: n/a

Prompt:
TIME: When B gets home and hears A coughing up a lung / when B gets home and A is suspicious of where they've been
PLACE: Their bedroom

bonus points for babe-chan. but really just go wild

FILL: Team Sowlmates, T

[pocket_panda]

Ship/Character: Semi Eita/Konoha Akinori
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Sick fic, fluff, hinted sexual situations, jealousy? Semi doesn't agree with Terushima calling Konoha babe-chan
Word Count: 1521
Remix Permission: Please ask first as this is becoming a collection of short fics



***


Konoha lets himself into Semi’s apartment, letting out a relieved sigh as he hangs his jacket up and takes his shoes off. He steps into the living room, curious when no one is there to greet him.

“Love?” He calls into the quiet space, he gets his answer in the form of coughing coming from the bedroom, wincing when it intensifies, sounding like his lover is trying to cough up a lung. He pads quickly to Semi’s bedroom, slowly opening the door, glad the blinds are up at least as the daylight pouring in allows him to see.

What he does see almost breaks his heart: Semi is curled up under the covers in his bed, face pale and sweaty, eyes half lidded as he looks over at him, a hand appearing from under the covers, reaching for him as his boyfriend lets out a low whine that turns into another coughing fit. Konoha is quick to dash over to him, taking the hand into his, gently kissing the fingers before bringing it to rest against his cheek. His own free hand comes up to stroke sweaty ash blond locks away from his lover’s burning forehead,

“Hey apple,” he whispers. Semi curls in on himself, as if trying to wrap around the sound of Konoha’s voice,

“Angel,” he lets out in a rasping whisper, “Where were you?”

“I was at work, darling. I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were ill, why didn’t you text me?” Konoha keeps his voice quiet, afraid Semi might have a head ache to boot,

“Work…” Semi mumbles, eyes closed “Who was on shift?”

“It was just me and Terushima,”

“Terushima,” Semi pouts, “I don’t like him,”

“Why not?”

“He called you babe-chan” Semi is somehow still strong enough to drag him into bed with him, “He can’t call you babe-chan. You’re my button and only I get to call you nicknames. And they have to be cheesy,”

“Yes, and you showed him that I’m yours, remember?” Konoha asks as a bright blush floods his cheeks, remembering his first day at work when Terushima had tried flirting with him. Semi had appeared out of nowhere, grabbed him by the waist, and dipped him before kissing him absolutely senseless, leaving him dazed, disorientated and -frankly- very much aroused for the remainder of his shift.

Semi simply hums in response, cuddling up to him,

“Mine,” he rasps, nuzzling into Konoha’s neck. Konoha lets out a fond chuckle,

“Yes, yours. Always yours, now come on, let me up. I’ll go get you some medicine,” Semi only grumbles, coughing some more, turning away and covering his mouth as he does so,

“Cuddles,” He mumbles once he’s done, returning to snuggling his boyfriend,

“Love, if you let me up I’ll bring back hot chocolate and we can cuddle all weekend,” A hazel eye peaks up at him suspiciously, “Eita, light of my life, at least let me go change, it’ll be more comfortable for both of us and I can actually get under the covers with you, and my binder is killing me today,” Semi releases him so fast he’s not actually convinced he was ever being held in the first place

“Go change,” He lets out voice firm even through the rasp. Konoha goes to get up from the bed but there’s a hand gripping his shirt, “You’ll come back though?”

“Yes, I’ll always come back to you,” He’s slowly released from the vice-grip and shuffles his way out of bed. He goes over to Semi’s dresser, grabbing some of his clothes and changing quickly into something more comfortable, breathing a sigh of relief as his chest is relieved of the pressure of his binder, ribs aching a little as his lungs expand to their full capacity once more.

He pulls his shirt over his head, realizing belatedly that it’s one of Semi’s as it flops around him, two sizes too big.

He shrugs, finding himself pleased with the mistake and looks over to the bed to check on his lover once more before leaving. He’s greeted with hazel eyes staring at him, gaze soft,

“I love you so much, Akinori,” comes the whispered rasp. Konoha smiles and makes his way over, kissing his too warm forehead,

“I love you too, Eita. I’ll be right back,” Semi starts grumbling but it quickly turns into painful sounding coughs. Konoha stays with him through the fit, leaving only once he’s sure his love has settled.

Before he makes his way to the kitchen, he makes sure to go into the bathroom to find some cold medicine, taking note that he needs to pick-up more hormone tablets from his place.

Once he’s found what he’s looking for, he takes them with him to the kitchen, pulling their ‘little spoon’ ‘big spoon’ mugs out and preparing everything he needs for “the world’s best hot chocolate” as Semi likes to call it, more familiar in Semi’s small apartment than in his own studio.

He adds an extra dash of honey to the milk as he gently brings it to the boil, deciding that he’ll try feeding his partner later, once the cold medicine has started to take effect and he’s hopefully been soothed by hot chocolate and Konoha’s presence and will be more inclined to cooperate.

He makes his way back into the bedroom, mugs in hand, medicine and small water bottle in the pocket of his sweats, careful to stay as silent as possible in case his boyfriend has fallen asleep, he pads gently into the room, making his way to the bed once again, placing everything on the bedside table, he crawls under the covers.

The response is immediate, Semi rolling over and clinging to him like a leech,

“Missed you,” is murmured against his cheek as Semi places a gentle kiss there before nuzzling into his neck, strong arms snaking around his waist to bring them flush together.

Konoha lets out a low chuckle, pressing a kiss to ash blond locks, bringing a hand to card through them and playing with the tips, convinced they’ve gotten darker recently,

“Missed you too, I love you. I come with hot chocolate and cold medicine,” He gets a grumble for his efforts,

“Comfy,” Semi says, rubbing his nose into Konoha’s neck where he appears to have elected residence, peppering a few kisses as he goes. Konoha does his best at repressing the shiver the sensation elicits but his neck had always been a bit of a weak spot,

“At least take the medicine, please? For me?” Semi lets out a raspy groan, and abruptly turns his head away as he coughs, the sound making his partner wince in sympathy but is pleased when Semi lethargically lifts himself into a sitting position, hazel eyes bleary and lips in a firm pout. Konoha has to bite his lip to hide his adoring smile.

He’s not very successful.

He hands his lover the medicine and glass of water, quickly scampering away to grab Semi’s laptop and climb back into the bed with it, taking the half empty glass of water back and putting it on the bedside table, grabbing the two mugs of hot chocolate and handing one to Semi who looks at it and grumbles again, even as he sidles up into Konoha’s side,

“I wanted to be big spoon,” Konoha shrugs and swaps their mugs, prompting Semi to make a pleased noise settling into Konoha’s chest, who adjusts a little so that is partner isn’t squishing his boob, and gets comfortable, playing the next movie in their second run through of their disney marathon.

Semi doesn’t even try to pretend to watch it, finishing his chocolate quickly and falling asleep, Konoha finishing his own at a more leisurely pace, using his free hand once finished to card fingers through dark tipped locks once again, spending more time admiring his gorgeous boyfriend as he sleeps than actually watching the movie.

-

Konoha is woken up by a gentle caress to his cheek, blinking his eyes open slowly to the sight of much livelier hazel,

“Hey beautiful,” Semi murmurs, voice already less raspy, as he rolls over onto Konoha,

“What’s up, love?” he mumbles in response, carding his fingers through Semi’s hair, pleased to feel his forehead is at a slightly lower temperature.

Instead of answering, Semi simply leans down and bites his ear lobe, making Konoha shiver and let out a small groan,

“Well, you’re certainly feeling better,” He breathes as Semi hums into his neck, “You aren’t worried about making me ill, babe?”

“That’s not how it works light of my life, it’s probably too late for you anyway, if I am contagious I’ve likely already passed it on to you, and if you do get sick it means I get to take care of you and cuddle my cute boyfriend more,”

Konoha just laughs at this, trying, and failing, to swap their positions, Semi simply caging him even more and grinding his hips down,

“So,” Semi whispers, “Kiss me?”

“Yes. Alwa-,”

His words are swallowed by chapped lips as Semi closes the gap.

Prompt: Team Sowlmates

[pocket_panda]

Ship/Character: Viktor N.&/Yuuri K.
Fandom: YOI
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: College AU
Do Not Wants: N/A

Prompt:
TIME: The middle of a boring class
PLACE: Not in class

FILL: Team Victuuri, G

[starsorts]

Ship/Character: Victor Nikiforov/Yuuri Katsuki
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: College AU, kissing mentions, skipping class
Word Count: 501
Remix Permission: Yes

***

“We can’t keep doing this,” Yuuri says, trying to catch his breath.

They’ve parked Yuuri’s little ’96 Camry about half a block from campus, on a small street barely lit by research buildings on either side. Victor’s in the back seat with Yuuri straddled on his lap, and Yuuri has never been more grateful for tinted windows.

“Why not?” Victor says between kisses. “You have a triple; I have a double.” Like an afterthought, “Wish one of us had a single.”

“Next year,” Yuuri promises. “But that’s not exactly what I meant. We should be in Chem right now.

“But Yuuri,” he pouts. “It’s such a late class, and I always want to sleep instead.”

“You’re not sleeping now,” Yuuri points out.

“Well, there’s actually something interesting going on right now,” Victor says. “And class is so boring. The professor looks like a Muppet and I can’t understand half of what he’s saying.”

Yuuri sighs. “That’s…oddly accurate, I guess.”

“And besides, I love spending this time with you.”

“I know,” Yuuri says. “And Christophe’s wonderful, but he’s always in your room. Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him leave. Doesn’t he have class?”

He’s perched on Victor’s knee, kind of, his weight on one folded leg and the other sprawled awkwardly out across Victor’s lap. In the dull yellow ceiling light of the car, Victor looks like the moon – face flushed and radiant.

“But we really do have to start going to Chem,” Yuuri sighs. “The midterm’s next week.”

“I thought it was in May.”

“Syllabus says next week,” he says. “You’re a junior, shouldn’t you know these things?”

“Honestly, they all start to blur together,” Victor says. “I think I have an essay due tomorrow night, but it might be at noon.”

Yuuri chokes on air and falls off Victor’s lap, getting wedged between the front seats and Victor’s knees. “You think?” Victor’s knees are starting to dig uncomfortably into the right side of his ribcage. “You – you should probably check?” Yuuri says as he tries to hoist himself off the car floor.

“Probably,” Victor agrees with a light hum. “But I’ll be fine either way. It’s only eight pages.”

“Eight – ”

“Did I ever tell you about the time I wrote a ten page Poli Sci final the morning it was due?” Victor asks, and Yuuri tries to still the second-hand panic bubbling up his throat. “The professor even recommended I submit it to the on-campus journal.”

Yuuri stares. “I think,” he manages, “you should probably go work on that paper.” He clambers over the center console and into the driver’s seat. After a moment, Victor follows and Yuuri releases the parking brake, shifts gears, and pulls away from the curb.

“Christophe wouldn’t mind, you know,” Victor says against the silence as they make a right turn back onto campus.

“What?”

“Us being in the room, even if he’s there,” Victor winks.

“No, that’s exactly why we don’t stay in your room.”

Prompt: Team Sowlmates

[pocket_panda]

Ship/Character: Viktor N./Yuuri K.
Fandom: YOI
Major Tags: None
Additional Tags: High school / college AU
Do Not Wants: N/A

Prompt:
TIME: Just before the first day of school
PLACE: The parking lot

FILL: Team Come @ Me Bro, G

[mousapelli]

Ship/Character: Victor/Yuuri, Phichit & Yuuri
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: Grease AU, Victor the T-bird, Phichit is the best wingman, oh those summer nights
Word Count: 416


Well I doubt you wanted a Grease AU but that's sure as heck what I just wrote. Phichit, Leo, and Guanghong as Pink Ladies, fight me.

***

Yuuri already is anxious enough on the first day of a new school, worried about how he's dressed and making new friends, which he's terrible at, and also now that he's in the parking lot, worried about being run-down by the souped up, huge cars most of the students in this high school apparently favor.

"Watch it!" a voice calls out, hands yanking Yuuri just out of the way as a red one zips past, teenagers hollering at the two of them to watch it and leaving them dusting off their pants. "Whew, that was close. You new here?"

"Uh-huh," Yuuri agrees. He takes a better look at the guy who saved him, tan skin and warm brown eyes and a killer eyeliner game. "I just moved here."

"Phichit Chulanont!" the other student says, slapping him hard across the shoulders. "You can come meet the other Pink Ladies if you want, we'll help you get to the office and find your homeroom. I know just how to talk up Mrs. Hodel."

"Oh," Yuuri says, flustered at the kindness and a bit overwhelmed at Phichit's manhandling as he sweeps him across the parking lot. "I'm—"

"Yuuri?" calls a voice from behind them, making Yuuri freeze. "Yuuri! It's you!"

"Victor?" Yuuri turns, jaw dangling, and sure enough, there he is, Victor Nikiforov in the flesh, skin still golden from the beach sun, sunglasses perched on his head, jeans tight as ever. The leather jacket is something else though, and the slicked-back hair.

"I can't believe you're here!" Victor exclaims. He steps forward, but just then another loud car roars into the parking lot and screeches to a stop just beside Victor, full of four other teenagers in matching jackets and slicked hair, all of them whooping and hollering for Victor's attention.

"Ugh, T-birds," Phichit sniffs.

Victor's smile flickers for a second, eyes darting between Yuuri and his gang before he gives into it. "All right, all right, I'll come see the car! Yuuri! I'll find you at lunch, ok?"

Yuuri waves weakly, only to be dragged away by Phichit. "Holy smokes! You know Victor Nikiforov? How?!"

"We met at the beach," Yuuri says. "Just, um, our families were both on vacation and we spent all summer…well, it doesn't matter it was just a…"

"Summer romance?" Phichit asks, suddenly much closer, eyes narrowed in interest, arm slipping around Yuuri's waist as he drags him towards the school entrance. "Tell me more, tell me more…"