Bonus Round 2: Quotes

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Bonus Round 2: Quotes

Sometimes you just have to keep with tradition! Keeping with the SASO roots that SportsFest was born from, Bonus Round 2 is all about quotes.

This bonus round will close on July 13th, 2018 11:59PM PT. [COUNTDOWN]

 

This Round is CLOSED, but is perpetually open for new FILLS.

 

Rules

The Rule of Thumb for this round is prominence - did a published author or poet write this line you’d like to quote? Great. Is it from a speech or a historical document? Cool. Did your friend say something funny on twitter the other day? Not so much.

Please DO NOT prompt screenshots of private conversations, Discord convos, or conversations between you and your friends. This can easily and unintentionally bring the prompts into inside joke territory, and can create an exclusionary environment.

Quotes from other SportsFest participants (or yourself) are NOT allowed in this round (for similar reasons to above, and the fact that you could just make anything a quote).

Please give credit to the original speaker of your quote whenever possible.

If prompting with a screenshot, it is polite to post a transcription of the text below the image for accessibility.

Please use your best judgement, and if you’re unsure if something qualifies - ask! The mods are here to help.

And to reiterate, Your prompt MUST include one or more specific nominated fandoms. Please do not prompt "Fandom: Any".

A Few Examples:

“Today is far from Childhood -
But up and down the hills
I held her hand the tighter -        
Which shortened all the miles-
- Emily Dickinson, ‘One Sister Have I In Our House’

“Til this moment I never knew myself”
- Elizabeth Bennett, Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice

“SHE DOESN’T EVEN GO HERE!
- Damian, Mean Girls

“It's a quarter past midnight

As we cut through the city”
- Quarter Past Midnight, Bastille

If Prompting

Please use the following subject line for prompt:

Prompt: [Your Team]

• Replace [Your Team] with the name of the team you belong to. Nickname or Official Name are both acceptable

Copy/Paste the following into the body of your comment. Delete all instructional text in parentheses.

(Please delete all text in parentheses as you go. LEAVE THE HTML ALONE or the bonus round scoring program can't parse your comment. Don't forget a comment subject!) <strong>Ship/Character:</strong> (The relationship or character your prompt is focused on."&" indicates a platonic relationship, "/" is non-platonic.) <strong>Fandom:</strong> (what fandom the character or ship is from) <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsfest.dreamwidth.org/3623.html, when applicable; these apply to content *only in the prompt itself* and is NOT an implication of what you're looking for in a fill. If No tags are required, enter ‘None’.) <strong>Additional Tags:</strong> (Anything you feel requires tagging or mention. Not required, but it is highly encouraged to check the additional tags on the tags page as they are things your fellow participants have asked to be tagged for! May also be humorous, tumblr-style tags.) <strong>Do Not Wants:</strong> (N/A or what you absolutely do not want to see in a fill - whether its a trigger, squick, or something you’re simply not interested in seeing. ) <strong>Prompt:</strong> (The actual prompt. Make sure you adhere to round theme. Specific requests/details are permitted as an additional line in this field)

NSFW Prompts

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If Filling

Minimums

Required Work Minimums:

• 400 words (prose)

• 400px by 400px (art)

• 14 lines (poetry)

There is no max work cap.

Format

FILL: [Your Team], [Rating]

 

• Replace [Your Team] with the name of the team you belong to. Nickname or Official Name are both acceptable

• Replace [Rating] with the rating of your fill (G-E).

Copy/Paste the following into the body of your comment. Delete all instructional text in parentheses.

(Please delete all text in parentheses as you go. LEAVE THE HEADER HTML ALONE or the bonus round scoring program can't parse your comment. Don't forget a comment subject!) <strong>Ship/Character:</strong> (The relationship or character your prompt is focused on."&" indicates a platonic relationship, "/" is non-platonic.) <strong>Fandom:</strong> (what fandom the character or ship is from) <strong>Major Tags:</strong> (https://sportsfest.dreamwidth.org/3623.html, when applicable; otherwise write "None".) <strong>Other Tags:</strong> (anything else that you feel requires tagging; Not required, but it is highly encouraged to check the additional tags on the tags page as they are things your fellow participants have asked to be tagged for! May also be humorous tumblr style tags.) <strong>Word Count:</strong> (if applicable; otherwise write "None") <strong>Remix Permission:</strong> (This line is optional. Please list specifications or caveats, if any.) (Place any author/artist's notes BEFORE the asterisks. Leave the asterisks alone or you may not get points!) *** (Place your fill here. You can use HTML after the asterisks.)

NSFW Fills

All NSFW fills must be posted in the corresponding Bonus Round post in the After Hours community. If filling a prompt that has been posted on the after-hours comm, simply reply to that prompt. If filling a SFW prompt, let the prompter know by replying to the original prompt on the main comm with a link to your fill on the corresponding after-hours Bonus Round Post. Please do not use the Fill subject line or Fill header when cross-linking. This will cause the BR scorer to count your fill twice.

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Scoring

The scoring for bonus rounds depends on the number of people (n) on your team. You’re welcome to make as many prompts and fills as you like!

For prompts: 5 points per prompt, limited to 5 times the number of team members (5n)

For fills, where (n) = number of members on you team:

• First 5n fills: 20 points each

• Fills 5n to 10n: 10 points each

• Fills 10n to 15n: 5 points each

• All fills after 15n: 2 points each

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All scored content must be created new for this round.

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Comments

FILL: Team Dead Senpais, G

[hailing]

Ship/Character: Yuuki Tetsuya/Isashiki Jun/Masuko Tooru/Kominato Ryousuke/Tanba Koichirou
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: mafia au
Word Count: None
Remix Permission: Blanket permission

i would add more charas but TIME !! YELLS

***

FILL: Team Daiya, G

[gryphongirl]

Fandom: Victor Nikiforov &/ Yuuri Katsuki
Major Tags: Yuri!!! on Ice
Other Tags: Space AU, NASA!
Word Count: 944
Remix Permission: Yes!

Hope you like it!

***

Captain Victor Nikiforov sat in his commander’s seat on the flight deck. They were on their way to the International Space Station and he could see that his pilot, Yuuri Katsuki, was excited.

“How’s your first day going?” he asked.

Yuuri smiled at him. “It’s a dream come true. Ever since I was small child I wanted to be up here.”

“I know what you mean.”

Yuuri was still looking at him, cheeks flushed.

“You okay?”

“I think I’m just…overexcited,” said Yuuri.

They were a small crew this time, mostly taking supplies to the ISS. Otabek Altin and Yuri Plisetsky, both Mission specialists, were on Mid-Deck in the Avionics Bay. Victor had been taken by Yuuri the first time he’d seen him. He’d looked so innocent in his glasses and seemed a bit awkward but as soon as he sat in the Pilot’s seat, he was all efficiency and did his job with grace and ease. Victor understood then why NASA had advanced his promotion to pilot so quickly.

“We’re at cruising speed, Captain,” said Yuuri, interrupting his thoughts.

“Thank you. I’m going down to Mid-Deck. Let me know if anything comes up.”

“Will do.”

Victor climbed down the ladder.

****
Victor, Yuuri, and Otabek were going over the list of supplies when Yuuri’s voice came over the intercom. “Captain, you need to come up here.”

Victor hurried up the ladder, followed by Otabek and Yuri. “What is it?” said Yuri in that sullen voice of his. Victor had overheard Yuri telling him that it was unfair they had the same sounding name but he knew he was just jealous because of Yuuri’s quick promotion to pilot. He sighed, glad that Otabek was on board. He had a soothing affect on the Russian Punk.

“It’s a radio signal, an old one,” said Yuuri.

Victor got into the commander’s seat and tapped on a screen a few times. “That’s…impossible.”

“What is it,” said Otabek.

“It’s…it looks like it’s Voyager 1.”

Yuri looked around at everyone. “What’s—.” He stopped, apparently remembering.

Voyager 1 was an early space probe launched in the late 1970s. It’s mission included flybys of some of the outer planets and moons before becoming the first spacecraft to leave the Solar System. On board was the Golden Record, an audio-visual disc in case the probe is ever found by intelligent life forms from other worlds. The disc carries photos of Earth, scientific information, and spoken greetings from people, as well as sounds and music.

Yuuri looked at Victor. “Can we hear it? Is there a audio file of it on board?”

Victor tapped on his screen. I’m sure there is, in the archives.”

“What…?” said Yuri. He looked at Otabek.

“Just wait for a minute. You’ll see,” said Otabek, patting Yuri on the shoulder.

Victor took a deep breath. “I have it here.” He pressed the button.

The sweet sounding greeting of a young boy, “Hello, from the children of planet Earth” filled the flight deck.

All four men remained silent, letting the moment stretch out.

“What’s it doing back here?” whispered Yuri, “Isn’t it supposed to be…out there?”

“Yes.” Victor looked at all of them. “I’m going to send a report to Mission Control.” I want both of you to figure out everything you can about it.”

“Yes, sir,” said Otabek and Yuri. They climbed down the ladder to Mid-Deck.

Yuuri leaned back in his seat, staring out at the blackness of space, just below his line of vision was the brilliant light from Earth. “It shouldn’t be coming back. I wonder what happened to it,” he said.

“We’ll find out soon enough.”

Victor looked up to see Yuuri staring at him. “You okay, Captain?”

“Yes, just a little shook up. Not what I was expecting. I thought we would have a routine supply run mission this time.”

Yuuri smiled. “Can any space mission be considered ‘routine’?”

“I guess you…have me there,” said Victor. He stared smiling into Yuuri’s eyes. He liked him, he really did. There was an earnestness about him that a bloomed soft tenderness in his being.

A signal from Mission Control interrupted Victor’s thoughts. He turned his attention there.

****

They’d been frantically analyzing data from the probe and Mission Control when Otabek starting yelling in Kazakh, his native language. He climbed up the ladder to flight deck, Yuri at his heels.

“Captain,” he said breathless. He was crying.

“What’s wrong?” He’d been communicating with ISS. They’d been working to find out why the space probe had returned too.

“It’s…it’s not Voyager 1,” said Otabek. He leaned over, weeping softly. Yuri laid his hand on his back, blinking away tears.

“What?”

Otabek stood up. “It’s a replica of it but with more advanced technology. Whoever built it, made it look just like it, dimensions and everything. They even used radio technology.”

Victor couldn’t speak. He looked at Yuuri.

“Do you think…there’s a golden record on board but with…their stuff?” asked Yuri.

“I need to speak to Mission Control. Now,” said Victor.

****

Youri was getting ready to sleep when he went out into the kitchen wearing his robe and slippers. The captain was standing at one of the huge windows in the Mess Hall looking out at the beautiful blue and white of the Earth below. He went to stand next to him.

“We’re…not alone,” said Victor, softly.

“Apparently not,” said Yuuri. “More importantly, you aren’t either.”

Victor felt Yuuri slip his hand in his, his warm skin a wondrous contrast to the cold vacuum of the ship and space itself. Victor smiled and wiped away a tear.

Re: Fill: Team Kinkage, M

[hilaryfun]

Ah I love it! Thanks for the juntetsu feels!!

FILL: Team 29 Balls (and a Bucket) to the Face, G

[deducingontheroof]

Ship/Character: Akashi Seijuuro/Midorima Shintarou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: Angst, Hurt Without Comfort
Word Count: 152; 26 lines
Remix Permission: blanket

***

I wish that I could explain
what has happened to us

I wish that I could explain
why things turned out this way

I wish that I could explain
what is going on in their heads

I wish that I could explain
why we’re tearing at the seams

I wish that I could explain
what the future holds for us

I wish that I could explain
why things are so uncertain

I wish that I could explain
what we’ve done wrong

I wish that I could explain
why things have gone wrong

I wish that I could explain
what we need to do

I wish that I could explain
why you’re leaving me behind

I wish that it was my fault
that things are so wrong

I wish that it was my fault
so that I could put us back together

I wish that I could explain
whose fault it truly is

FILL: Team Dead Senpais, G

[soup]

Ship/Character: Akaashi Keiji/Konoha Akinori
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 461
Remix Permission: Yes!

***

They were out of soy sauce. And eggs. And they were almost out of the convenient instant noodles. That was how Konoha and Akaashi, before doing their home date that evening, ended up pushing a trolley in the corridors of the supermarket three blocks from their apartment.

"Oh, salmon is on sale," Akaashi said as he walked closer to the fish section, 'SALMON 200gr ¥128', and he managed to snatch one of the last ones before three other people around them almost fought for the last two. Konoha snickered when Akaashi walked back.

"Good job. Are we still having hamburg steak tonight?"

"We can have this for lunch tomorrow."

"Sounds good."

Konoha hummed to himself as they left the fresh food section, walking through the baking alley even when neither of them could bake nor had any interest in baking. Still, walking around every single corridor of the supermarket was something Konoha enjoyed whenever he was out with Akaashi — it felt unrushed, calming, comfortable.

"Teriyaki or miso?"

"What?" Konoha blinked. Akaashi turned his head, looking slightly surprised shown by the small raise of his eyebrows. Konoha liked the expression.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I was just thinking what salmon dish we should have tomorrow," the younger said. "What would you like to have, Akinori-san?"

"Surprise me," Konoha answered with a grin. "I'm leaving it up to you."

"Alright, miso it is, then," Akaashi said, nodding to himself. "We passed the corridor earlier, though. I think we're almost out of miso paste."

"Roger that." Konoha grinned as he maneuvered the trolley a bit dramatically as if he was drifting a car.

"Akinori-san, you just met up with Komi-san or Bokuto-san recently, didn't you."

"What? How did you know I bumped into Komiyan today? I was saving that story for dinner tonight!"

Akaashi formed a small smile. Konoha also liked this expression. "You're always acting a bit more childish whenever you meet them, and it usually stays even afterward."

"Whaaat? Komiyan I get, but Bokuto? I just feel tired whenever I'm around him being childish even until now!"

The small smile on Akaashi's face widened a little, but he said nothing as they neared the alley they were heading for. "Miso paste," Akaashi said as he reached for the one he knew Konoha particularly liked.

"Don't change the subject!" Konoha said with a frown, but followed by a laugh. It was just another one of their ordinary days, another day where they went out to do their chores. But he knew that days like this, days when they talked about unimportant things as they pushed the trolley full of food ingredients surrounded by cans of fish and preserved food, those were the days that were going to stay in their hearts, forever.

FILL: Team Sowlmates, T

[pocket_panda]

Ship/Character: Semi Eita/Konoha Akinori
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Murderer AU, implied people dying, blood, mentions of food, twisted minds, serial killers,
Word Count: 531
Remix Permission: Please ask first

I have no idea what happened here, but I somehow really like how this turned out.

***

“Congratulations, officer,” Greets him through a vocal synthesizer as Semi opens the door. If he’s honest, he’s surprised he’s still alive, let alone still conscious.

They’ve been chasing this murderer for six months now, and something in his gut tells him they’ve only caught him because they want to be caught.

“It’s fine, you can come closer you know,” The synthetic voice continues, then there’s movement and the voice returns, much more human and recognizable, “After all, we’re friends right?”

Too recognizable.

Semi stares as Konoha Akinori lay upside down in an armchair, surrounded by blood. He knows he should be afraid, and maybe panicking slightly.

He most definitely shouldn’t be lowering his gun.

He’s both very aware and very unconcerned about the fact that his colleagues have yet to come through the door behind him.

The murderer- because that’s what he is, isn’t he? A murderer. The cute barista he’s been getting his coffee from and flirting with and going on dates with for the past six months - rights himself in the armchair, laying now so that his feet are dangling off the side of the arm rest,

“Won’t you come closer, Semi-san?” Comes that pretty lilt again, teasing and playful, and Semi swallows, throat suddenly very dry.

He could go for a coffee right now.

He takes one step forward, another, and stops.

Preferably something loaded with sugar, even though he knows it’s going to do nothing to help his dry throat.

Konoha moves again, sitting almost properly now, his legs folded delicately under him,

“That’s hardly what I’d call closer, Semi,” The pout in his voice is clear, and Semi wonders if that restaurant they went to last week would be open at this hour.

He’s kind of hungry right now.

He takes another step forward. Another. The sole of his shoe makes a wet sound against the carpet.

He’s really craving a nice steak.

Akinori stands now, his own shoes making wet sounds as he stands an arms length away,

“I said closer, Eita,” It’s a mere whisper now, playfulness gone, only tantalizing teasing left, promising more, more more.

Semi’s mind is blank, and yet full of craving for one thing. One person.

He takes the last step.

—

“There is still no sign of police officer Semi Eita who has been reported missing after a criminal chase gone wrong two nights ago, around 11PM, it is presumed he was kidnapped as only his gun was found at the scene of the cri-”

He turns off the TV, not caring for the news report, ignoring his lover’s indignant “Hey~ I was watching that,” and sits on the armchair with him, bringing a gloved hand up to cup a soft bloodstained cheek, smearing more dark red over soft skin in doing so,

“Would you not rather we do something more interesting, my love?” He asks. The manic light in blue eyes makes his heart race, knowing it’s reflected in his own,

“You’re right, these people had good taste, we should honor them and put this armchair to good use,”

Semi Eita no longer craves coffee, nor does he crave steak, he only craves the taste of crimson lips.

FILL: Team Daiya, G

[gryphongirl]

Ship/Character: Miyuki Kazuya/Chris-senpai
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 644
Remix Permission: Yes!

I had fun with this prompt!

***

Miyuki bowed to Chris’ father, Animal, with Rei-chan standing behind him. His injury wasn’t as bad as everyone had feared but he still needed to do some rehab. He’d looked up at Chris standing behind his father to see him smiling.

****
They were working out together, Miyuki religiously adhering to the menu Chris’ father had prepared for him.

“How are you feeling?” Chris asked. He was in good spirits.

“Pretty good. My muscles are still sore from yesterday but going slowly is helping.”

Chris smiled at him then, eyes bright.

Miyuki had paused his reps, staring. There was an odd feeling all of a sudden. He couldn’t tell what it was about.

“Something wrong?”

“N-no. I don’t think so,” said Miyuki. He looked down and then went back to working out.

Later, he was alone in the shower, Chris having finished early. The hot water poured over his body as he finished washing his hair. When he rinsed off, he leaned his forehead on the shower wall, letting the water pour over him.

When Chris had smiled at him earlier, Miyuki realized for the first time that he had tender feelings for Chris. The feeling was pulling down on him, covering him up in a heavy sweetness, like being wrapped in clean, fresh blankets. He closed his eyes, giving himself over to the warmth.

There was a knock on the door leading to the showers. “Miyuki-kun, I’m going to lock up now. Take your time. All you have to do is pull on the front door when you leave. It should lock on its own.”

“Thanks so much,” he called back. He was almost going to bow but realized he was still in the shower.

Rei-chan came to pick him up 15 minutes later in a cab.

“How was your session?”

“Good,” he said. “I’m feeling stronger.”

She looked at him, scrutinizing.

“Are you okay? You seem preoccupied.”

“I’m just...thinking about how I won’t be playing in Saturday’s game. It’s going to be weird sitting in the stands.”

She seemd to accept that and they spent the rest of the time talking about strategy.

****
That night Miyuki couldn’t sleep. Kimura was snoring softly on the bunk above him but he was tossing and turning. He realized he was trying to fight his feelings for Chris and decided to let them be. It would only make things difficult.

He let himself settle and the warm, heavy feeling pressed down on him. It was wonderful. Like laying among fluffy perfect clouds, the weight sinking into his bones. He closed his eyes, sleep finally pulling him under.

****
The next day, Chris was waiting for him in the gym. He was smiling, eyes bright again, and Miyuki couldn’t do anything but stand there staring.

Chris laughed. “What is it? Do I look funny?”

“No, you look beautiful,” Miyuki blurted. He stepped back then, appalled at what he’d just said.

Chris chuckled. “I wasn’t expecting you to say that.” He dropped his towel and approached him. Miyuki’s heart started hammering. “I thought you might say other things instead.” Chris stopped just a few inches from him. Miyuki felt his face flushing. “You look pretty with your cheeks red like that, Kazuya.”

The beautiful, fluffy weight threatened to carry him away. He was starting to get lost in Chris’ beautiful eyes.

Chris glanced down at his mouth and moved closer. “I always thought you were amazing, Kazuya.” He touched Miyuki’s face with the back of his hand and then barely brushed his cheek with his lips.

Miyuki let out a soft gasp and then he was in Chris’ arms. They kissed tenderly, the warm weight enveloping him, making him dizzy. When they pulled back, his glasses were fogged up. “I think…,” said Miyuki but he couldn’t continue.

“You think?”

“No, I can’t think. It’s...no.” Chris pulled off his glasses and they kissed again. Miyuki was sure the heavy sweetness was enveloping them both now.

FILL: Team Haikyuu!!, G

[augustgreatsword]

Ship/Character: Iwaizumi/Daichi
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 95, 16 lines
Remix Permission: Go for it

Why is it I figured out at 3am what to do with this? Um, either POV tbh, but I imagined Daichi's

***

Once upon a time
I met you down the river
And we talked about dreams
And how silly they were

Long ago
We met again down the river
And you asked if I had any dreams
And I said to be great

Awhile ago
I sought you out at the river
And you asked me if I still dreamed to be great
And I said I’d rather be loved

This morning
I’m walking just beyond the riverbend
You’re going to ask me if I still dream of love
And I’ll say I dream of you

FILL: Team Sowlmates, T

[pocket_panda]

Ship/Character: Semi Eita/Konoha Akinori
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Prison AU, implied crime, implied violence
Word Count: 636
Remix Permission: Please ask first

I don’t know? But I like it. rated T for paranoia

***

Semi sits down, keeping his gaze locked on the table, not ready to look up and through the transparent screen just yet. He stares at the orange of his tracksuit, thankful at least that there are no handcuffs around his wrists this time.

It’s the first time he’s going to see his- are they even together anymore? It’s the first time he’s seeing Konoha since the trial, let alone hearing him. He simultaneously doesn’t want to, yet can’t wait. He’d much rather be on the other side of the screen, outside of this place. Preferably back at their apartment, in their bed while they cuddle. Maybe he’d have made breakfast in bed.

He may not miss cooking, but he misses cooking for Konoha.

He takes a deep breath and finally looks up, tears springing to his eyes at the sight that greets him.

Konoha has never looked so beautiful, Semi’s memories obviously not doing him justice, and he finds himself resenting this place even more as it hasn’t even been a week and the image he has of Konoha had already started to alter, missing the few crucial freckles that made him Konoha.

The blond is smiling softly, tears reflecting Semi’s own in those blue eyes he so adores, the phone receiver held loosely to his ear, waiting patiently.

Semi is suddenly all too aware of the time ticking by and picks up the receiver bringing it to his ear almost desperately. He doesn’t miss the way Konoha’s shoulders relax and he can hear the small static sigh of relief through the phone.

A single tear spills from those gorgeous blue eyes and Semi’s brain to mouth filter stops working as his lips start moving,

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, I don’t know what happened, I just- I got caught up in it all and I had no way out, they threatened to kill you baby, I couldn’t- there was no way I was going to let that happen. I promise you I didn’t hurt anyone though! Not unless I had to defend myself, you know I wouldn’t do that,” His eyes plead with Konoha’s, “right?” He adds, only just realizing the wetness of his own cheeks, not bothering to wipe them away, too focused on his (ex?) boyfriend behind the transparent screen.

Konoha studies him for a moment before wiping his own tears away and Semi wishes for nothing more than to reach out and wipe them away himself.

Finally, after what feels like forever, Konoha opens his mouth, the ringing sound of the alarm signaling the end of their short time together stopping Semi from hearing his words.

He stares as Konoha is escorted away, pained blue gaze drilling a hole through his heart as it stays locked with his own.

Another tear makes it’s way down his cheek.

He may not have been able to hear the words, but he’s watched them spill from those pliant lips more times that he could ever count. He’s memorized every minute shape of them as they form the words, be it shouted, murmured, whispered or breathed, he knows the way the words fall as they’re gasped in pleasure and make their way through joyful tears, he knows how they feel brushing against his own under the rain and on a warm summer’s day.

He simply wishes he didn’t now know what the shape of ‘I love you’ looks like through distraught tears.

Though the sight brings him pain, it brings him hope too, relief in the knowledge of what Konoha is conveying.

‘I love you’ they say

‘I forgive you’ he hears

Semi returns to his cell and looks at the blue sky through the barred window, content in the renewed memory of what his lover looks like and knowing he’s been allowed a second chance.

FILL: team reelfriendship, G

[presivion]

ship/character: oikawa/yahaba
fandom: haikyuu!!
major tags: none
other tags: pining, unreliable narrator, otome games
word count: 419
remix permission: yess

i wanted to go for a full VR au but im glad a time limit stopped me...

***

> But you're different. My heart beats faster around you.

Oikawa said with a faint blush on his face, looking away in embarrassment. The motion was so unlike him Shigeru visibly flinched, but fortunately he couldn’t see it. If he could, it would ruin everything.

> There are many people looking at me everywhere I go, but it’s only you making me feel this way.

There were the words that Shigeru desperately wanted Oikawa to say almost the whole highschool, but hearing them now only left a foul taste in his mouth, guilt weighing him down. It wasn’t satisfying at all. The pitch of the voice was a tad too low, the hair a bit too dark and swept the wrong way, the phrasing too strange and the words out of character. But it was the best Shigeru had.

He could hear someone outside of his room and he leapt to turn off his desk lamp. His room was plunged into darkness for a second, illuminated only by a computer screen, before the light in the hallway got turned on and casted a faint ray into his bedroom through the narrow gap under his door. Shigeru stilled, anticipating someone entering and telling him to go to sleep, and relaxed only after hearing the door to the bathroom close.

Oikawa was not at all deterred by his prolonged silence and continued to stand motionlessly, waiting. Shigeru signaled him to go on.

> I doubted it… You never treated me like all these other girls had, so I thought you didn’t like me back. But I thought I couldn’t give up just like this, so I want to take the chance right now.

Shigeru closed his eyes and didn’t dare open them, as he clicked enter.

☆☆☆

“Ah, Yahaba-chan!” Oikawa called, lifting his head from his bag, as he heard him enter. “Do you want something?”

“Yes, actually. I was looking for you,” Shigeru said.

Oikawa stood up and turned around to face him, waiting for him to speak. He took a deep breath. He had played countless scenarios of his confession before and he was certain that nothing Oikawa could say to him would surprise him. He didn’t fear the consequences, if he got rejected they wouldn’t need to see each other again, after Oikawa left. He opened his mouth.

“I… had a question about captaincy.”

☆☆☆

> Would you go out with me?


> Yes! I thought you’d never ask.
> Actually there’s someone else I like. I’m sorry.


> Yes! I thought you’d never ask.

FILL: Team Daiya, M

[gryphongirl]

Ship/Character: Miyuki Kazuya/Narumiya Mei
Fandom: Daiya no Ace
Major Tags: Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence
Other Tags: John Wick Hitman AU, mentions of suicide and animal death, some profanity
Word Count: 1406
Remix Permission: Yes!



***

Miyuki strolled into the the ornate lobby of the Continental Hotel. Everyone he walked by stared at him. He kept walking until he stopped at Front Desk.

“Hello, Miyuki-san. It’s nice to see you again,” said the man at Front Desk.

“It’s been a while, Shirasu.” He was one of the most competent men Miyuki had ever met, not flashy, very steady.

“A room on the 18th floor?”

“Yes, thanks. I’ll need a new suit.”

“I’ll make the appointment with the tailor for tomorrow morning.”

Miyuki made his way to his room, passing Narumiya Mei in the understated, elegant hallway.

“Kazuya! What are you doing here?”

“Hi Mei,” he said. “Checking in for a few days.”

Mei frowned up at him. “Business? Are you working again?” Mei was beautifully dressed in a bulletproof custom suit and handmade shoes.

“Just taking care of a few things.”

Mei looked at him closely. “You’re stressed and pissed off. You okay?”

“There’s been some trouble at my house but I should have it sorted out by the end of the week.”

“Well, let me know if you need help. I’ll be here for a few days myself.”

“Thanks.” Miyuki kept walking to his room. As he turned the key in room lock, he was aware that Mei was still standing in the hallway, watching him.

****
Miyuki walked downstairs, stopping at the Front Desk. Shirasu paused at his computer to look up at him. “Is Tetsu here?”

“In the bar. Usual table.”

“Thanks.”

Miyuki walked into the restaurant, ignoring everyone’s stares, making his way to Tetsu’s table.

“Kazuya! I heard you were here. Welcome back,” he gestured at the chair opposite. “Please sit. Join me for dinner.”

“Not here to have dinner with you. Just need some information.”

Tetsu stared up at him, laying down his fork. “Are you all right? You look a little stressed.”

Miyuki frowned down at him. “Someone tried to attack me at my house. Hear any rumors about that?”

Tetsu’s eyes widened. “I...no. Everyone knows you’re no longer working. There’s no reason to engage with you like that.” He frowned. “Especially now...with everything that’s happened.”

“They stole my car and killed my dog. A Shiba puppy. Sawa--.” He stopped speaking, calming himself down then continued, voice slightly rough. “Sawamura sent me that dog, had it delivered after he...passed.”

Tetsu’s expression was shocked. “I’m sorry, Kazuya. I will check my sources to see if anything comes up.” He looked down at the table. “Have a few drinks, on the house, of course.”

“Thanks.”

Miyuki walked over to the bartender who was standing with his back to him. Kuramochi turned around. “Miyuki! It’s been forever. Good to see you!” He lowered his voice. “My condolences about your husband.”

Miyuki nodded. “Appreciate it.”

“So, the usual?”

“Yeah.” Miyuki turned around to survey the patrons. He knew all of them, of course. Though it had been a few years, it seemed the scene never changed. Same professionals, some better than others, same slick, shiny surroundings.

He hadn’t missed it at all even though he was really good, the best, actually. Still, when Sawamura had come into his life, all sunshine and brightness, he’d fallen hard. Sawamura had been the opposite of his calculating, standoffish exterior, and had managed to infuse some of that sunshine into his chilly heart. Losing him less than two weeks ago had almost destroyed him.

Almost.

“Here you go.” Kuramochi pushed his drink at him and held out a cocktail napkin.

“Thanks, I’ll see you around.” He took his drink and sat down alone at one of the booths in the corner. He turned the napkin over. “Inside this hotel,” it said.

*****
Miyuki sat on his hotel bed, checking his gun. He was still wearing his shoulder holster, white shirt, trousers, and shoes. As soon as he’d finished his drink, he’d gone back to his room. The flat screen TV was on to a baseball game, sound turned low. He glanced up as the pitcher threw to the ball, striking out the batter.

“Sinker,” he muttered then he turned away from the TV. He’d always liked being on this floor. It wasn’t as expensive as being in the penthouse but still had a stunning view of New York City. Plus, the rooms were larger.

There was a knock at the door.

“Who is it?” he called out.

“Room service,” called the voice on the other side. He didn’t recognize it.

“I didn’t order room service.”

“The manager...he asked me to bring something up for you.”

Miyuki frowned. On very rare occasions Tetsu did things like this especially if he happened to come by sensitive information and didn’t want to talk on the phone or send a text.

Miyuki slipped one of his semi-automatics into the back of his trousers and pulled on his fingerless leather gloves. He approached the door slowly, holding another gun.

He looked through the peephole. It was some kid in a hotel uniform. He looked nervous. Miyuki unlocked the door and stepped back, pointing his gun. “Open the door slowly,” he called.

The door opened slowly and then Mei burst into the room firing his weapon.

Miyuki ducked and rolled to avoid getting hit. “Mei! What the hell are you doing?”

“Getting my revenge, Kazuya, what else?”

“Are you SERIOUS?” he yelled. Mei was firing at him, bullets slamming into the walls and furniture.

He fired back, yelling. “Stop it!” Mei fired again from the other side of the room, hitting him in the shoulder. In that moment, he moved lightning fast until he had him against the wall. Mei might be small but he was quick and calculating. And brilliant.

“Drop it, Kazuya.” Mei gripped his bleeding shoulder and squeezed. Miyuki yelped and dropped his gun. “Hands against the wall,” said Mei. Miyuki laid his hands against the wall.

“Okay, now that you have my attention, what’s this all about?” said Miyuki. His shoulder felt raw and pain was radiating down his arm.

“You! Using me for a one-night stand and then not calling me again.”

“This is about when we fucked? That was years ago!”

Mei leaned forward, pressing himself against him. “You are a cruel, unfeeling bastard. You know I wanted that more than anything else, wanted you, but you ignored me.”

Miyuki said nothing. He couldn’t believe Mei was still pissed about that. And would take such a huge chance with his own life.

“And then Sawamura came along and stole your heart, even made you leave the business. A stupid, loudmouth with no talent took you away from me!”

“Mei,” Miyuki fought hard to keep his voice steady. “Did you send men to attack me in my house, take my car, and kill my...dog?”

“I needed to get your attention.”

BAM!! Miyuki had struck Mei so hard across the face that he fell backward. Miyuki pulled out his gun from the back of his trousers, pointing it at him. “You’re dead, Mei. All this is an expensive, elaborate way for you to commit suicide.”

“So what, Kazuya? Think I don’t know that. I violated the hotel’s number one rule: The Continental is Neutral Ground. No ‘Business is Allowed,” he recited. “Tetsu is going to put a bullet in my head.” Tears were leaking out of Mei’s pretty blue eyes. “And for the record, I didn’t know about the dog. Those assholes killed it on their own.”

Miyuki put his gun away. “Get out of here. Tetsu will be sending men up here as we speak.”

Mei scrambled up, picking up his gun. “I’m coming for you, Kazuya. I’m going to spend every minute of my last remaining time to taking you down.”

“You do that.”

Mei wiped the tears from his eyes and ran out the door. Miyuki knew Mei would find a way out of the hotel without getting caught. He dropped onto his bed.

The hotel door opened. Miyuki pulled his gun again. “Kazuya, what the hell happened?” said Tetsu, strolling in a with a group of men.

Miyuki put his gun down. “Mei. He’s pissed at me.”

Tetsu looked around the hotel room, lips pressed into a thin line. “It’s over for him. You know that, right?”

Miyuki sighed, “Yeah, I know. And so does he.” He shook head, thinking that the cat-and-mouse game Mei had set up for them was only just starting.

FILL: team blue eyes white castle can't lose, G

[miyukitty]

Ship/Character: Silence Suzuka / Special Week
Fandom: Uma Musume (i'm sorry i'm latching onto your others/any bc i can't get any prompts for my femslash ghghgh)
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: fluff
Word Count: 840
Remix Permission: yes!

gomen nasorry for my furry agenda but i love these two and how hero worship and one-sided pining turns into something real and requited and soft, give the horse sports anime a change sksksk

***

It was well after lights-out in the dormitory. Their floor was silent save for the ticking clock on the desk, counting them ever closer to the unforgiving morning alarm. Sheets rustled as Spe shifted her legs for the umpteenth time to try and get comfortable. Tokyo nights were too warm, and the city skies had no stars, and this bed was softer than the one she left in Hokkaido. It was hard to relax when everything still felt surreal. Every detail was distracting.

She stared at the ceiling for a moment longer, and then rolled onto her side. Her wide eyes peered through the gloom, peeking at the still shape of Suzuka on the other side of their dorm room. Sound asleep.

Suzuka looked so small in her sleep. Her uncovered ears twitched once, twice, reacting to something only she could hear. It was… cute. But once the unwanted observation popped into her head, Spe couldn't think of anything else. She buried her face into her carrot body pillow to muffle her groan. She wasn't going to sleep at all tonight at this rate. Suzuka was the most distracting of all.

Spe suspected most of the girls at Tracen Academy were probably smaller in person than she saw them in her mind's eye. They would always seem larger than life when they were standing vibrant in front of her, ambition bright in their eyes, a challenge quick on their tongues. But Suzuka more than anyone – Suzuka's quiet, steady presence always filled the room in a way that eclipsed everyone else. Suzuka was… a lot. It was little wonder that all of Japan had their eyes on her, watching to see how far she could go.

And Spe was watching her every day too, although she did her best not to stare, which had to count for something even if she failed sometimes (okay, failed a lot). In her defense, it was difficult not to be mesmerized by every little movement of Suzuka's, because she couldn’t bear to miss a thing. Suzuka was blessed with a natural grace in all that she did, a coolness, the polar opposite of Spe's eager clumsiness. Suzuka was so cool. Even now Suzuka was hard to look away from, and all she was doing was sleeping.

Spe fidgeted with her blankets, ears flicking with restless energy. She absolutely could not fall asleep. She itched to run, or train, or something, anything, but she also couldn't risk disturbing Suzuka's hard-earned rest. She watched as moonlight from the window above their beds washed Suzuka in pale hues, muting the fiery tones of her hair into gentle spools of silver, catching on the veil of her eyelashes to spill over onto the curve of her cheekbone. She was made of light, a soft but steady glow, thrumming like a heartbeat.

Suzuka really was amazing, and the more Spe saw of her, the more she wanted to see. Spe rolled over suddenly, kicking her tangle of blankets off the bed in a muffled fit of frustration. Why couldn't it be morning already! She wanted to–

Suzuka sighed nearby, stirring, and Spe immediately froze.

Her heart was a hammer in her chest, thudding so loud she was absolutely certain it would wake her roommate from a dead slumber. Spe screwed her eyes shut, ears flattened against her head, wishing fervently that Suzuka didn't catch her awake at this hour. She wasn't even sure where the surge of fear and guilt came welling from – she hadn't done anything wrong, not really, she was just looking but not in a creepy way, she wasn't being suspicious at all, honest!

It felt like ages passed before she risked opening her eyes again. Suzuka was still sound asleep. She was safe.

Spe stared back up at the familiar ceiling, fingers twisting in the fabric of her pajama pants.

Being here, being teammates and roommates and friends, being close, this was more than she could have dreamed. It had been strange at first, becoming Suzuka's roommate, getting to catch glimpses of the Suzuka that the rest of the world never saw – unguarded, and delicate, and small. She wasn't supposed to see this side of Suzuka. It felt like a secret, but one that Suzuka seemed more than willing to share. And Spe was unwilling to give this chance up for anything.

"I want to run with you," Spe blurted aloud, confessing to the ceiling. The ticking clock was the only response she heard.

Spe exhaled a slow breath and curled around her body pillow, clutching it tightly. It was more than just admiration, maybe, that drew her so hopefully to Suzuka again and again, like a moth to a flame. There had never been anyone this big in her life like this before, eclipsing her everything. She couldn't look away. She didn't want to.

"I want to be by your side, always," Spe added, softer, barely above a whisper.

Being here, being close to her light, this would have to be enough.

FILL: Team Victuuri, G

[starsorts]

Ship/Character: Yuuri Katsuki & Phichit Chulanont
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: a little pining, stuck in an airport, airport craziness and too much caffeine, Victor mention, too much King and the Skater, pre-Victor days, Detroit days
Word Count: 970
Remix Permission: Yes

Phichit wanted to be in here instead of Victor, sorry!!

***

12:03 a.m.
They’re on their way back to Detroit from the Four Continents Championship when it happens.

“What do you mean our flight’s been cancelled?” Phichit says, voice rising to dangerous pitches. Yuuri hasn’t had nearly enough sleep for this, so instead he focuses somewhere out the enormous glass window. Outside, the headlights of a luggage shuttle swell and disappear around a corner on the tarmac, and he’s reminded, for some reason, of watching Victor skate on the little TV back in Hasetsu. There’s the take-off, the flight, the landing, and he can almost see it arc in front of his vision like the headlights.

Phichit’s still trying to bargain with the info desk representative when Yuuri snaps back to reality. “Phichit, it’s okay,” he says. And then, to the woman: “We’ll just get on the next flight out.”

It turns out that the next flight is at nine a.m., which means they have almost eight hours to kill. “We could try to get a hotel,” Phichit says.

Yuuri checks his phone. “It’s after midnight,” he says with a yawn. “It’s too late. Besides, eight hours isn’t really enough time to find a hotel and get back through security.”

“My hamsters,” Phichit says softly. “I told them I’d be back in the morning. What are they going to think of me?”

Yuuri blinks. “I’m sure they’ll be fine. And we should probably call Celestino.”

They drag their carry-ons to a more secluded corner of the gate and plug their phones in to charge. Yuuri makes the call, assures Celestino they’re getting on the next plane out, and Phichit makes an impassioned plea on behalf of his hamsters.

“I thought you weren’t allowed to have pets in student housing,” Celestino says before making them promise to call back in the morning. Yuuri agrees and ends the call.

It’s nearing 12:30 now, and Yuuri’s torn between sleep and caffeine.

The airport at one a.m. is a place between universes, Yuuri decides, and normal rules don’t apply. He leaves Phichit to scroll through his hamsters’ Instagram page, and heads a few gates down for the biggest cup of coffee he can find.

2:40
It turns out that Starbucks offers something called a trenta, so now Yuuri is almost vibrating in place as he finishes the 43rd level of Mushroom Madness on his phone.

“How are you awake?” Yuuri asks Phichit as the tinny inter-level music rings out through his phone speakers. “I was the one with all the coffee.”

“Sheer willpower,” Phichit says. He’s got one earbud in his left ear and the other dangling helplessly near his stomach. “That, and I’m about to listen to The King and the Skater soundtrack again.” Yuuri nods. Playing the soundtrack on repeat is how Phichit gets through midterms and finals, so it’s a wonder he knows any other music. “Want to join me?”

In his current state of caffeine-induced wakefulness, Yuuri will almost certainly hurt someone if he has to listen to Shall We Skate? three times in a row. (Which is what will happen if he accepts the earbud, because apparently Phichit never “appreciates it as it should be appreciated” the first time around.) “I’m good,” he says instead, and Phichit shrugs.

He’s about to go back to his game when he suddenly feels his heartbeat more intensely. Maybe the trenta should have included a health warning on the $17 receipt, or maybe it’s the combination of the empty airport concourse with the darkness outside. Besides a few lights, it’s pitch-black outside the enormous glass-paned windows. Without as many flights leaving and coming in, too, there’s something unsettling in the stillness.

“I’m going for a walk,” he says suddenly. “Want anything?”

5:19 a.m.
Phichit is on his fourth round of listening to The King and the Skater and the fact that the terminal is virtually empty means that Yuuri is too. His earbuds broke somewhere in the second listen, so Yuuri brought back a pair of crappy $15 replacements with a plastic Spiderman decoration on the side. The replacements aren’t very good, which means that the music strains out thinly, just enough for him to hear the beginning of Shall We Skate? and more than enough to hear the chorus.

Phichit has listened to the soundtrack four times, which means this is – Yuuri tries to do the math in his head – his twelfth listen to this particular song? The soundtrack times four, playing this song three times each…

He gives up and checks his bag again for earplugs which, despite the odd magic of the airport at five a.m., have not managed to appear.

There’s a loud ping on Yuuri’s phone, and he checks it to find that Victor Nikiforov just tweeted. Maybe it’s a picture of him. Maybe it’s a shirtless picture of him. Maybe it’s a picture of Makkachin. He unlocks his phone with a yawn, and wonders vaguely when the caffeine started to wear off.

@V-Nikiforov: On my way to lovely New York for a photo shoot with @Vogue!

There’s a cute selfie of him at the airport, sitting at his gate with a giant airplane outside the window. Yuuri yawns again and looks over at Phichit who is still miraculously, astonishingly wide awake.

Yuuri slumps a little more against the wall and his mind drifts to Victor. Victor, sitting in a chair, waiting for a flight just like him. Waiting with luggage in tow, and carrying all his love for Makkachin. As his eyes droop shut, Yuuri wonders what it would be like to wait for a flight with him.

FILL: Team ReelFriendShip, G

[pugglemuggle]

Ship/Character: Abe/Mihashi
Fandom: Oofuri
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: sleepy cuddling, pining, mention of anxiety because it's mihashi
Word Count: 480
Remix Permission: Go for it!
i saw 'oofuri' and 'spooning' and came running. i hope you enjoy! i apologize for any mistakes, i admit i was rushing a bit to get this in by the deadline. i'm also a little not sober. uh. sorry

***

Mihashi woke in the night during the first training camp of their second year with a warmth at his back and a heavy weight over his side.

It wasn't an alarming sort of weight—more of a comfortable pressure across his chest. He blinked into the darkness around him, trying to make out the features of the room. Across the room was the faint glow of someone's phone charger. Through the curtains, he could also see the dull glow of the porch light. He lifted his head a little bit to get a better view of the room, and—

Oh. Abe was sleeping on top of him.

This had never happened before—not at camp, not at sleep overs, not ever. Mihashi glanced wildly at Abe's futon next to his, just to confirm that it really was empty, and then peered back at Abe on his chest. Abe's arm was slung up around Mihashi's front almost protectively, while Abe's shoulder rested against Mihashi's side. Also, Abe wasn't wearing a shirt. Mihashi let his head drop back down to his pillow, swallowed, and tried to hold onto the warm, safe feeling he'd woken up with and not the panic beginning to bubble up low in his chest.

It was just Abe, after all. Just Abe.

Just Abe.

But then, it had always been "just Abe", hadn't it? And Mihashi went and fell for him anyway.

Mihashi takes a couple deep breaths and tries not to focus on the part of his shirt that's risen up underneath Abe, or the way Abe's bare skin feels against the exposed skin of his arms. It's a bit of a losing battle. Now that he's aware of what's going on, not thinking about Abe is almost impossible.

He looked down at Abe's face again. In the dim light of the shared room, he could see the way Abe's brow smoothed in his sleep, how relaxed he looked. Mihashi had to fight the urge to reach out and touch the soft hair had fallen into his face, to reach out and feel the soft curve of his jaw. He had no idea what he'd say, if Abe woke to find him doing that. Maybe he wouldn't say anything at all. Actions were always more successful communicators than words, when it came to the two of them.

Instead, Mihashi shifts onto his side, letting Abe's arm slide into place around his midsection. Abe shifted in his sleep and slid closer to Mihashi's back. Soon he was pressed in close, a comforting heat surrounding Mihashi like an embrace. I'm here, the touch said. I'm here to stay.

He let himself drift back asleep like this, spooning into Abe's chest. If Abe awoke before him in the morning, they'd both probably be embarrassed, but for this moment, it was worth it. He wouldn't trade this for anything.

FILL: Team Knife Emoji, G

[hyalinee]

Ship/Character: Akashi Seijuurou & Nijimura Shuuzou
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: SHITPOST
Word Count: 16 words
Remix Permission: if u can figure out what to do with this sure???

who am i if i dont piyo once a round and fill at least 1 prompt for u

***

"I left you in charge, Akashi."

FILL: Team Dead Senpais, G

[tsubo]

Ship/Character: Mitsui Hisashi &(/?) Kogure Kiminobu
Fandom: SLAM DUNK
Major Tags: N/A
Other Tags: Kogure is Tired
Remix Permission: Blanket permission!!

***


Here!! (Reads right to left!)

FILL: Team 29 Balls (and a Bucket) to the Face, T

[deducingontheroof]

Ship/Character: aomine daiki/kise ryouta
Fandom: kuroko no basuke
Major Tags: none
Other Tags: poetry, angst, depression, brief suicide mention
Word Count: 163; 20 lines
Remix Permission: blanket

***

you say that you don’t want to feel like this any more
and i know that you’re not lying
you say that you don’t want to feel anymore
and i know that you’re lying

you say that you don’t want to play like this any more
and i know that you’re not lying
you say that you don’t want to play any more
and i know that you’re lying

you say that you don’t want to live like this any more
and i know that you’re not lying
you say that you don’t want to live any more
and i know that you’re lying

you say that you don’t want to be with me like this any more
and i know that you’re not lying
you say that you don’t want to be with me any more
and i know that you’re lying

i wish that i had been able to convince you
that you were lying
but i couldn’t
and you’re gone

Fill: Team team 29 balls (and a bucket) to the face, G

[buni_emoji]

Ship/Character: Oikawa/Suga
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags:
Other Tags: vampire, implied minor character death
Word Count: 117
Remix Permission:go for it. Show me if you do!

They’re vampies man.
***
We are the bait, but also the trap
A local man was attacked the other night.

We are the rats, but also the cats
A body but no blood was left behind

We are the badgers, but also the snakes
The new silver haired priest looked aghast

We are the gazelle, but also the lion
The handsome brown eyed cop looked determined

We are the flies, but also the spiders
They work together to find what happened

We are the caimans, but also the leopards
They go missing for days

We are the hens, but also the fox
People are sent out in search

We are the bait, but also the trap
White fangs gleam in the night

FILL: Team Haikyuu!!, G

[augustgreatsword]

Ship/Character: Bokuto/Kuroo/Terushima
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Referenced previous character death, angst
Word Count: 81, 14 lines
Remix Permission: Talk to me first

Another poem from Kuroo's POV in my Yakuza!AU after Bokuto and Terushima have died

***

There was a time when the tears were from joy
From drunken shenanigans
And silly pranks

There was a time when the tears were from happiness
From birthday surprises
And grand declarations of love

But now the tears are from pain
Of nightmares of when I lost you
And seeing the light fade from your eyes

But now the tears are from pain
Of false dreams of you alive
And everything’s fine

And honestly I can’t decide
Which tears hurt more

FILL: team blue eyes white castle can't lose, T

[miyukitty]

Ship/Character: Iwaizumi/Oikawa
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: FHQ-verse, mild demon stuff
Word Count: 850+
Remix Permission: yes!

mmmmmmm rushing this at the last minute forgive

***

Shadows lengthened in the courtyard as daylight dimmed, spilling long over the cobblestones by the flickering light of enchanted flames. Castle bells tolled over the grounds, ringing sonorous and low as dark clouds gathered in the sky. Kuroo chanted on in a dead tongue, while Kiyoko tossed a handful of bones into the bonfire at the center of the captive audience. A flock of crows startled into flight shrieked overhead, adding to the cacophony.

Lavish bouquets brought splashes of color to the royal grounds, the otherworldly and unholy flowers dressed meticulously in ribbons that shimmered with every color imaginable. A demon's wedding drew guests from far and wide, some out of loyalty, reverence, or fear, and some simply out of morbid curiosity. They made for a strange pair, if the hushed whispers in the crowd meant anything. A demon marrying a mortal man. One Iwaizumi Hajime, paladin, everyman, a literal knight in shining armor, defender of justice. And his betrothed on his arm, the Grand King himself, with his beast's claws and horns, eyes of red. A curse, then; a pure heart devoured by a demon, binding them for eternity.

Such a pity, they dared not say aloud, for the knight was such a good man. Poor, unlucky king consort Iwaizumi deserved better.

Oikawa watched the assembled crowd of his followers with fever-bright eyes, claws flexing at his sides as if he ached to tear them apart for daring to think it. The hellfire blazed before him, all-consuming just like his devotion, his ambition, his love. He was brimming with power – even Iwaizumi could feel the dark aura rolling off him in waves, and Iwaizumi had never had much sense for magic. He never had any sense of what Oikawa would grow up to be, beautiful and terrible and everything he ever wanted.

"Don't hurt anyone today, dumbass. You promised," Iwaizumi muttered, jabbing him with an elbow.

Oikawa flashed him a mocking smile, and stuck out his tongue. "Did I? I don't recall saying that in my vows--" He danced nimbly aside as Iwaizumi moved to stomp on his foot, narrowly evading his attack. "Iwachan, don't scuff my nice white boots!"

"Well, don't murder anyone on our wedding day, or I'm leaving you," Iwaizumi snarled, crossing his arms over the ceremonial armor he'd been fitted with. It was flashy and white, gilded with ornate details and rather difficult to maneuver in. Sweat trickled torturously down his back, an itch he couldn't scratch. He couldn't wait to strip down to something that suited him better – something plain and practical and comfortable, none of this stiff royal crap.

"You're not allowed to leave," Oikawa huffed, but fell silent – sulking, perhaps, or simply lost in his own mind. Iwaizumi was, after all, the last of the royal guard, the only one who hadn't turned traitor to the kingdom. It wasn't a far stretch to guess what he was brooding about as he gazed solemnly into the flames, twisting the ring on his finger, over and over.

Iwaizumi took his hand and squeezed it for reassurance. The ring was a promise made on a lonely night underneath the stars. It was a simple band, nothing so grandiose as the jewelry the king adorned himself with, but it was forged by Iwaizumi's own hand, simple and honest. Oikawa finally met his eyes, and smiled something soft and warm.

The sun's fading light plunged blood red, red unfurling across the sky like a banner for all to see. They watched steadily as Kuroo completed the demonic rites of their union, and Kiyoko motioned them together beneath the stone archway. With a flick of her tail, red flowers burst into flurries of petals and showered the newlywed couple like confetti.

Iwaizumi kissed his husband for the first time, chaste at first, then Oikawa slid his claws possessively beneath Iwaizumi's jaw and pulled him in for more. The uneasy crowd cheered in relief as the fire blazed in a sudden surge of light, throwing their offerings onto the wedding pyre to bring good fortune to the couple.

There was magic in the bond between them now, Iwaizumi knew, even if he had no natural sense for such things – the ring on his finger was unusually warm and heavy, and it pulsed like he held Oikawa's beating heart in his palm. Their kiss separated slowly, reluctantly, and he could feel Oikawa's sharp stare on him before he could open his eyes.

"You're mine now, forever," Oikawa breathed, drawing himself up to his full height with a proud smile. "You can never leave me. They all think you're too good for me, that you'll leave, that you're a saint for putting up with me. You know what they say, every saint has a past," Oikawa smiles, tracing his lips with his tongue, tasting the kisses Iwaizumi pressed there like vows of fealty.

Iwaizumi's hard stare lingers there for too long, watching the gleam of fangs, remembering them against the hollow of his throat. But they've had this conversation many times before. His answer will never change.

"And every sinner has a future," Iwaizumi counters gently, and kisses him again.

Re: FILL: Team Come @ Me Bro, T

[cherrysalmon]

SDFKJ im crying actually this was hilarious and a great reinterpretation of what went down in canon!! i love it


"I cursed you!" Yuuri cries.

"You charmed me," Victor corrects. "Because you're charming! That's why I love you!"

"YOU LOVE ME BECAUSE I WON A DRUNKEN WIZARD DUEL AND SHOT YOU IN THE FACE WITH MY WAND!"

The tent goes dead silent for a long second, and then all of the patrons burst into applause while Yuuri buries his face on his arms on the table. Phichit laughs so hard he cries.

^^ this was my favorite part and phichit ?? thank you for my life i'd be laughing until i cried too. pats yuuri, it's okay,,

thank you so much for filling (and im sorry about this garbled comment but i really really did enjoy it)!!

Re: FILL: Team Knife Emoji, G

[cherrysalmon]

EWA IM SCRMANING HTNAK YOU FOR FILLING THIS

Re: PROMPT: team reelfriendship

[equinoxchick]

Ship/Character: KyouHaba
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 500



***

Kyoutani had sat alone on the coach home. Shigeru could see the fuzz of blond hair and one side of tramlines though the gap between the headrests and knew he hadn’t slept but was staring out of the window the whole journey back to school.

“What do you think happens now?” Shinji muttered.

Shigeru shrugged. “Ramen? Isn’t that what happened last time?”

“I thought perhaps the senpais might … uh …” He sighed and shook his head.

But Oikawa was already on his feet and after a nod to the Coach, he faced the squad from the front. “Team meal, and then you’re free to do what you wish. There will be a practice session tomorrow, but it’s not compulsory.” He flicked his hair off his forehead. “Monday morning—everyone is expected.”

Did Shigeru imagine Oikawa-san’s eyes lingering longer on Kyoutani?

So they didn’t return to the gym straight away, but parked close to the local ramen bar, one the team had used so many times before, and with Matsukawa-san raising his voice to remind them all that ‘the food’s on Oikawa’, a ripple of laughter sounded around them, immediately lightening the oppressive atmosphere.

But Kyoutani strode off the bus with no smile—wistful or otherwise—and no words for any of his teammates either. He’d kept his bag, not stowing it underneath like the others had done, and after a brief word with Iwaizumi began to walk away.

“He’s not coming,” Iwaizumi said. “Wants to get home.” He grabbed Oikawa’s arm. “Don’t say anything. Leave him alone.”

“He should stay,” Oikawa murmured, but he didn’t make a move towards the truculent boy, instead he fixed a half smile on his face. “Are you really going to make me pay?”
“Too right,” Hanamaki breezed. “Got your orders ready, Seijou?”
There was something different about Kyoutani’s gait. He wasn’t striding anymore but kicking a stone across the pavement, and he’d hitched his bag onto the other shoulder. And it was the apparent casualness, how easily he could walk away, that pissed Shigeru off.

“Excuse me,” he muttered, and sped off after him.
Kyoutani had paused on the corner of the street and was now digging into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet.
“OI! Thought you were going home!” Shigeru shouted.
“What’s it to you?”
“Team meal. It’s traditional!”
“What the fuck do I care about tradition.” Kyoutani’s scowl was so deep, his eyes had practically disappeared in his brows. “Now, get out my way.”

Refusing to move, Yahaba wasn’t surprised when Kyoutani barged past him to get to the shop. “I thought you’d rejoined the team! I thought after that game, when you finally stopped fucking around and began to play, that you actually cared about us. I was wrong, wasn’t I?”

“What do you know?”
“You going to tell me you care so much, that you’re so cut up about the defeat that you can’t face anyone.”
“That so unbelievable, right?”
“Well, yeah!”
Kyoutani turned and glared at him, but then as Shigeru scowled back, his expression softened. “I do have to get back,” he said.

“Then shouldn’t you go, instead of buying sweets from here?”
Ignoring Shigeru, Kyoutani stomped inside.
“You still here?” he snapped when he reappeared carrying a bag of sweets and a pink comic covered in ponies.
“Uh…”
“For my sister,” Kyoutani snarled. “Now, leave me alone.”
Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he walked away, until soon he was swallowed up by the crowd.
And Shigeru, left on the corner, wondered just what had happened in those last few minutes, but his hands were sweating and he felt a desperate need to apologise.

FILL: Team Grandstand, G

[stariceling]

Ship/Character: Koga Kimitaka/Aoyagi Hajime
Fandom: Yowamushi Pedal
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Established relationship
Word Count: 669
Remix Permission: Blanket permission


***


“The problem is: I need my glasses to find my glasses.”

Aoyagi could understand that. Koga apparently needed his glasses to find anything. This included the correct book and homework for each subject, so Aoyagi found himself crossing the aisle to Koga’s desk each time he needed something out of his bag.

Each time he came over, Koga leaned so close their faces almost touched, squinting at Aoyagi’s face with the utmost concentration. Obviously he was just trying to see, but it looked like he was going around glaring at everything.

The expression was so different from usual, Aoyagi found it strangely endearing. It was kind of cute how grumpy he looked searching around for a dropped pencil. Many of their other classmates were giving Koga a wide berth today, especially if he looked their way, but Aoyagi didn’t really mind being looked at so intensely.

When they had to switch rooms for art, Aoyagi quickly took Koga’s hand to lead him down the hallway. Otherwise, he might miss the room and get turned around. Aoyagi didn’t want to lose track of him even for a moment.

Walking next to them, Teshima laughed into his hand, not being exactly subtle about it.

Aoyagi gave him a look. He shifted his grip on Koga’s hand, lacing their fingers together. He was Koga’s eyes today and no one had better have a problem with that.

“I know. You have dibs.” Teshima held up a hand in surrender. “You’re just making a cute face, that’s all.”

Aoyagi nodded, accepting Teshima’s surrender.

Koga startled him by stopping dead, taking him by the chin, and tilting his face up to look at him seriously once again. Before Aoyagi could figure out what that was about Koga had let go again.

(Art was interesting. Teshima made playful comments about Monet’s cataracts and how Koga should be improved now. Koga kept touching his knee under the table. Aoyagi got the feeling he didn’t have much interest in working on something he couldn’t see anyway and thus, for some reason, Aoyagi become the most interesting thing around.)

Over just a few hours Aoyagi felt he was learning very quickly how to look after Koga. He learned to keep an eye out for obstacles at Koga’s height, for example, after only one mishap. He led Koga out to their usual lunch spot without having him stumble over anything or knocking his head on even one branch.

When they were settled, Koga bent almost double trying to see what was in his bento. He was squinting so hard his brow furrowed in concentration.

Aoyagi put his own lunch aside for the moment and took the chopsticks out of Koga’s hand.

“You’re not offering to try and feed me.”

“I am.” Aoyagi moved closer, not thinking he needed any more answer than that.

Koga caught his chin again. He put his face so close Aoyagi half-closed his eyes on reflex, expecting a kiss.

“I hate that I can’t see your expressions.”

Aoyagi blinked his eyes open again in surprise. He knew he didn’t have a very expressive face. He didn’t think Koga was missing much.

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine. If I can’t read your face or your movements, I can barely guess what you’re feeling at all!”

Aoyagi was still for a moment, absorbing this. Koga didn’t look as cute now, with his honestly troubled frown.

“I like being your eyes,” he finally said. “I enjoyed being close to you all day.”

Koga relaxed slightly. “I’m glad.” He let go of Aoyagi’s chin and ran a hand affectionately through his hair instead.

“I keep thinking you’re going to kiss me when you do that,” Aoyagi added. Because maybe if Koga couldn’t see he didn’t realize, and he wouldn’t notice how Aoyagi felt about that.

“So then you’re saying I should follow through.”

Aoyagi nodded, feeling his jaw tighten just a bit in embarrassment.

Koga must have saw, because he took Aoyagi’s face in his hands again, and did just that.

Re: FILL: team kinara, G

[gionkenji]

HI HELLO thank you for filling another trigger/chihayafuru prompt!!! 'dramatic ass' is right omg especially in the context of these lyrics \o/ the lighting is so dramatic too!! are they gonna fight or kiss??? (taichi's eyelashes are so thick and pretty, that's appropriate to notice right??) THANK YOU!!!!