New fic! Also the reason why you haven’t seen any Tsukkiyama Month prompts out of me in 11 days – I’ve been working on Day 11′s the entire time.
Tsukishima/Yamaguchi, ~4900 words, T - For the prompt “actors,” Yamaguchi and Tsukishima get roped into playing Romeo and Juliet for their class’s cultural festival. It’s more of fluffy comedy of errors than a tragedy, though, I promise. With kissing!
Fashion industry? Haha, sure. I can totally pull this one off. I’m wearing my best hoodie, after all. This one turned out long! 1430 words (posted directly to AO3), not AU, Yamaguchi takes pictures of Tsukki and posts them to Insta, turned out not very fashion-y.
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Yamaguchi started using his Instagram for real in his third year. He’d had the account forever, but he was usually too busy for SNS, and most of the people he wanted to talk to he saw every day at school.
But then he went on vacation with his parents to Okinawa and took a bunch of aquarium pictures, sending all of them to Tsukishima, who said “Do you think I’m your Instagram?” after the twenty-fifth picture. So he wound up posting them all there, too. It turned out there were a lot of fish-lovers on Instagram, and a lot of them stuck around when Yamaguchi starting posting food pictures, too.
When he got back home, Yamaguchi posted random pictures – a crosswalk, the bike rack outside of Karasuno, a picture of his feet in his volleyball shoes. They all got a bunch of likes and one weird comment about wanting to see his toes.
Google leads me to believe that Japanese street artists often show their art live, performance-art style. If that’s wrong, apologies! I’m not researching more than that for a 15-minute fic, though. ~700 words, Yamaguchi is a semi-anonymous street artist, Tsukishima is his fanboy. Time for a meet-cute!
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Red ropes were squared off near a section of grey wall, chairs set up just beyond the ropes. The night was chilly and Tsukishima’s jacket wasn’t nearly warm enough, but he didn’t care. He’d been following 12’s art for a while now, whenever a new installation showed up in the area. And now Tsukishima had proof miracles really did come true. One night when they were leaving university practice, Tsukishima stopped dead in the street to look at 12’s newest piece, making Kageyama run directly into his back. And miracle of miracles, Kageyama both remembered that later and pulled strings with some pro-scouts to get Tsukishima a ticket. 12 was popular, famous even, and no mere mortals had access to his work. Tsukishima couldn’t even begin to decide how to work off that debt.
“What do I owe you?” Tsukishima had asked, staring down at the ticket in his hands in disbelief.
“Nothing,” Kageyama said. Then he smiled his terrifying smile. “A thank you is enough.”
And the moon might be barren, lonely, and gray, but the stars will forever, at its side, stay.
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11/12 - Happy TsukkiYama day!
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Ah yes the fandom thing I’ve never been in and have somehow never figured out via osmosis, despite having about 200 friends who have been sucked into the j-pop or k-pop vortex. ~485 words, G, marks do you ever get sick of moon imagery? Nope.
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Tadashi loves being on stage. He loves the lights, he loves the cheering crowds, he loves singing songs, and he’s been at it long enough now that he doesn’t even mind the dancing anymore. But what he loves more than anything is glancing off-stage and seeing Tsukki waiting for him in the wings. If he looks when Tsukki’s not expecting it, he might even catch him smiling or – blessed days – tapping his foot.
After his final encore, Tadashi runs off stage. Tsukki hands him a bottle of water and a towel, like always.
“Thanks, Manager-chan,” Tadashi says. He chugs the bottle and wipes his face with the towel, handing it back to Tsukki when he’s done. Their hands overlap and Tadashi might be imagining it, but he thinks Tsukki squeezes his hand when they do.
i skipped Day 7′s prompt, but i think i’m winding back to it later today. this one’s Day 8′s Office Workers AU. G, ~520 words.
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“See you tomorrow!” Yachi smiled and waved on her way to the elevator. “Don’t work too hard,” she added.
Yamaguchi saluted her from his desk, which was kind of a copout answer, but she’d just do her cute worried frown thing if he told her he was planning on staying until his desk was clear. This was because Yamaguchi’s desk was never clear, especially not during the busy season. Once, he fell asleep right on a pile of file folders and woke up just in time for people to congratulate him on getting into the office so early.
Look who’s finally done her stupid lizard fic. (Hint: Me. It’s me.)
Haikyuu!!, Tsukishima/Yamaguchi, E, 51,773 words. Yamaguchi buys Tsukishima a lizard for his birthday and then pines for many chapters. It all works out.
Can you tell I’ve been watching a lot of Recovery of an MMO Junkie? For the record, I don’t think people who quit their jobs are losers. Tsukishima is what we in the fanfic biz like to call an “unreliable narrator.” ~720 words, G.
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Tsukishima hid behind his shield, trying to keep it propped up against his back as he healed the guild Captain. Sawamura’s avatar popped back up immediately and slapped Tsukishima on the back, hard. If this were real life instead of a game, Tsukishima would have fallen over.
“Thought I was done for,” Sawamura said and dashed off after Azumane to complete the campaign, the rest of the team following close behind. Tsukishima was deciding if he should bother following them when a pop-up appeared announcing Yamaguchi’s arrival. He entered the game already in a fighting stance, a huge grin on his face, which slipped off as soon as he realized almost everyone had gone on ahead.
“Man!” Yamaguchi said, spear already in hand, propping it up on his shoulder. “I miss everything fun when I get caught at work!”
I’m honestly pretty awful at crossovers, so I went the fairy tale AU route. This is a play off The Crane Wife, but with a happy ending because that’s how I roll. 1071(!!) words, G.
Anyway, after I wrote this, it occurred to me that Jurassic Park might have been a better fusion, so please feel free to steal that idea, anyone.
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Tsukishima lived alone, and that was the way he liked it. He ventured into town for food and supplies when he had to, and people in the village would consult with him because his ideas were always good, but in general, he had no time for people and his sour demeanor put off anyone who might wish to prove otherwise.
One day, Tsukishima was gathering herbs from the garden behind his house when he heard a pitiful sound. It wasn’t a person crying or the sad baying of a dog or wolf, but a scratchy long caw that would have been a whine if it had been higher pitched. He went off in search of the noise and found an injured young crow. Its wing was bent at a strange angle and all of the feathers on its head were ruffled indignantly, forming a point on top. It was honestly the most pathetic sight Tsukishima had ever seen, and he considered putting the thing out of its misery.
But just then the bird hopped over to Tsukishima’s foot and pecked at his sandal with its beak, letting out another long caw and narrowing its eyes at him. It seemed to be saying what the hell, dude? It’s just a wing. Are you saying you want someone to kill you if you break your arm? That’s messed up.
TV/news reporter AU! I didn’t realize how into this AU I was until I started writing it. I love prompts like that. ~750 words, G.
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Yamaguchi leaned back in his desk chair and groaned, rubbing his face in a stupid attempt to rid himself of his exhaustion. He dropped his hands again and looked down, grimacing at his rumpled suit. He hated this suit. It was a size too big, so it was loose everywhere, but it also wasn’t long enough at the wrists or ankles because he was so tall. And why was it brown? Why had he ever thought buying a brown suit was a good idea?
Hinata bounced up to his desk. “Tadashi, you want to come to lunch? Kageyama bet he could eat more ramen than me.” His face went suddenly hard. “I’m going to beat his ass into the ground.”
“Metaphorically?” Yamaguchi asked hopefully.
“Yeah, sure,” Hinata said, after a particularly terrifying pause.
Yamaguchi shook his head. “As much fun as watching you trying to eat yourselves to death sounds, I have to say no. I’m swamped.”
“You work too hard,” Hinata said. He rapped twice on Yamaguchi’s desk and walked away.
That wasn’t wrong. Yamaguchi worked long hours and ate more meals at his desk than he did anywhere else. But he was a producer and he was good at it, and he liked being their evening news anchors’ favorite producer because he was a hard worker and always so reliable.
Okay, he revised, he liked being one anchor’s favorite producer.
As if he could read Yamaguchi’s thoughts – oh god, please don’t be able to read my thoughts – Tsukishima Kei showed up in the newspen just then, looking impeccable and camera-ready as always. He was even taller than Yamaguchi, but his suits were always perfectly tailored and fit him like a glove. Yamaguchi felt certain that Tsukishima would never be caught dead in a brown suit, either, even though he was so hot that he’d probably even make that work somehow.
Yamaguchi wasn’t the only one who noticed, either; Tsukishima had a huge fanclub that seemed thrilled by the way he completely ignored their existence. It certainly didn’t stop them from flooding the station with gifts and letters and flowers.
And Yamaguchi couldn’t blame them for it at all, he thought, not looking away from Tsukishima for even a second. He was staring so hard that it took him a moment to realize Tsukishima was coming over to him.
“Yamaguchi.”
“Hey!” Yamaguchi said cheerfully, pretending he hadn’t just been undressing Tsukishima with his eyes. “I got a lead on that investigative work Tanaka wanted to do. We’ll probably be ready to go with that in a day or two.”
“That’s good to hear. You’re such a hard worker,” Tsukishima said, and Yamaguchi beamed at the praise. “But I wasn’t here to talk about the show.”
“Oh?” Yamaguchi tilted his head. “What did you need?”
Tsukishima ran his hand through his hair; he seemed a little nervous, but Yamaguchi had no earthly idea why. “Would you like to go to lunch?”
Yamaguchi groaned immediately. “Did Hinata get to you?”
“What? No. When do I ever voluntarily talk to Hinata?”
“Oh.” Yamaguchi wrinkled his forehead. “So you don’t want to watch Kageyama and Hinata eat their weight in ramen?”
Tsukishima looked so appalled that Yamaguchi started laughing into his hand and had to apologize.
“No, I just wanted to have a meal with you. Lunch or dinner – or drinks. Drinks after the show would be good, too,” Tsukishima said, wringing his hands together. “Alone,” he added after a moment.
Yamaguchi blinked at him for what felt like several hours. “That, uh,” he said slowly, “that kind of sounds like a date.”
“Well… yes.” Tsukishima went pink across his nose and cheeks; it was endearing seeing him so flustered, even if Yamaguchi thought his own cheeks must be pretty pink right then, too. Then Tsukishima straightened his shoulders and lifted his chin, making him all intimidating serious anchorman again. “So?” he challenged.
“So, yes,” Yamaguchi replied, puffing out his own chest to cover for how he was dying inside. Then he deflated again. “But tonight, after the show. I really do have a lot of work to do right now.”
Tsukishima stared at him for just long enough that Yamaguchi started to get nervous and think it was all a huge misunderstanding, but then one corner of Tsukishima’s mouth quirked up. “You’re cool, Yamaguchi,” he said and walked away.
Yamaguchi’s face was on fire, but he couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as he turned back to his computer.
This one was HARD. But I managed anyway. Take that, angsty AU prompt! BTW, this is neither angsty nor AU. ~300 words, G.
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“Hey, Tsukki?”
Tsukishima looked up from his book. Yamaguchi was sitting at his desk across the room, but he wasn’t hunched over his work anymore. Instead, he was turned around in his chair and watching Tsukishima on the bed. He seemed pretty worried, but that could mean almost anything. Yamaguchi worried about a lot of things.
“Do you believe in reincarnation?” Yamaguchi asked.
“I thought you were studying for our math test,” Tsukishima said.
“I was. But I took a break and… kind of got caught in a Wikipedia spiral. There’s a lot of interesting theories out there.” He looked at Tsukishima expectantly. “So?”
Tsukishima knew this wasn’t really about reincarnation or the afterlife or anything overly morbid; Yamaguchi’s worries had been pointing toward endings a lot lately. It made sense, though. They were third-years now, and a lot of things were about to end: summer training camps, playing volleyball for Karasuno, high school itself. Tsukishima would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t also care about what happened next, and he just wasn’t as good at lying to himself as he used to be.
But the thing about endings was they always led to new beginnings.
“I think –” Tsukishima sighed. He saved his place in his book and put it down on the bed. “I don’t know. But I think if it is, we’d always find each other.”
“Tsukki, that’s so romantic!” Yamaguchi exclaimed, then went beet red when he realized what he’d said. “No, not romantic – sorry, Tsukki – I didn’t mean –”
Tsukishima slid off the bed and walked across the room. Yamaguchi’s mouth snapped shut and he swallowed visibly.
“Romantic’s okay,” Tsukishima assured him, tugging Yamaguchi to his feet. They were standing very close together. “Isn’t it?”
Yamaguchi managed a nod just before their mouths met.
But I’ve already written like 8,000 words of HQ HP AU! Heh. Well, that one wasn’t only Tsukkiyama. This one is. HP AU, sort of Christmas-y, T, ~600 words
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When they first got sorted into different houses, Yamaguchi thought that was the end of their friendship. Why would anyone as great as Tsukishima still want to hang out with Yamaguchi when he had a whole house of cool smart kids to choose from now? But Tsukishima had surprised him; from their first year, he spent more time at the Hufflepuff table than he did the Ravenclaw one, he always paired with Yamaguchi when their houses had classes together, and when Yamaguchi finally managed to ask why that was, Tsukishima told him to stop asking such dumb questions.
It made a little more sense in sixth year when Hogwarts hosted the Triwizard Tournament again. Not because either of them put their name into the Goblet – no, Yamaguchi was more than happy to let Hinata from Gryffindor have the honor and Tsukishima wouldn’t have been caught dead participating – but because they held a Yule Ball.
Yamaguchi watched anxiously as guys from every house asked girls out. Some of them got pretty elaborate about it – poems and songs and weird holiday-themed hologram charms that went wrong – and probably anyone watching Yamaguchi thought he was just trying to work up the nerve to ask the girl he had a crush on out. And they would be mostly right; everything, that was, except the girl part.
One night, Tsukishima and Yamaguchi were in the library together, studying for Arithmancy, which Tsukki was naturally good at and Yamaguchi only stuck with because he needed the N.E.W.T. if he wanted to be a curse-breaker after leaving school. Tsukishima was bent over Yamaguchi’s parchment, pointing out where his numbers were mixed up, and the light from the torches highlighted his blond hair. Yamaguchi wanted to press his lips right against the top of Tsukishima’s head.
“…Yamaguchi?” Tsukishima said, and it sounded like that wasn’t the first time he’d tried to get Yamaguchi’s attention. He sat up straight and raised his eyebrows, but he didn’t seem annoyed, just amused by Yamaguchi’s spaciness.
“Sorry, Tsukki!” Yamaguchi said.
“Am I boring you?” Tsukishima asked.
Yamaguchi shook his head vigorously. “Never.”
“Good. But we’ve probably had enough of this anyway.” Tsukishima started gathering up his things; Yamaguchi watched him, admiring his serious face, the way his robes fit him, his nice hands with their long fingers. Two on his right hand were still taped up after a scuffle during Ravenclaw’s Quidditch match against Slytherin last weekend. Tsukishima looked up, meeting Yamaguchi’s eyes, and Yamaguchi felt embarrassed to be caught staring.
“Can I ask you something?” Tsukishima said suddenly.
Yamaguchi blinked, thrown off by the unexpected question. “Of course, Tsukki.”
Tsukishima reached into his robes for his wand and murmured an incantation. Then he cleared his throat. “Do you – ah – do you always have mistletoe over your head or are you just happy to see me?”
Yamaguchi looked up; sure enough, a sprig of mistletoe was floating above his head. He looked back at Tsukishima with wide eyes. “Um. The second one,” Yamaguchi managed, shocked by his good fortune. He barely had time for his brain to catch up with what was happening when Tsukishima took two steps toward him and bent over to press his mouth to Yamaguchi’s. The kiss was warm and brief and left Yamaguchi shaking.
“Come to the Yule Ball with me,” Tsukishima said, though his voice went up on the last word, almost a question. That little bit of uncertainty was just one more thing to love about him.
“Of course, Tsukki,” Yamaguchi said, and grabbed the charmed mistletoe so he could kiss Tsukishima again.
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