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I've been writing Prince of Tennis ficlets using questions from character memes. Everything is around 500 words or under. Mixture of gen and pairings beneath the cuts.

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( Who would make a better college professor, Tezuka Kunimitsu, Atobe Keigo or Kikumaru Eiji? )

( Kikumaru Eiji, Tezuka Kunimitsu, and Fuji Syuusuke are having dim sum at a Chinese restaurant. There is only one scallion pancake left, and they all reach for it at the same time. Who gets to eat it? )

( Kirihara Akaya kidnaps Yanagi Renji. What happens? )

( Tachibana Kippei and Fuji Syuusuke get roaring drunk and end up at Tezuka Kunimitsu's house. What happens? )

( Atobe Keigo, Kirihara Akaya, Fuji Syuusuke and Fuji Yuuta must help an orphanage full of small and depressed children have a merry Christmas. Who does what, knowing that at the very least the kids will be expecting a visit from Santa? )

fandom: prince of tennis
pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
notes: 892 words. ( The ramble before you read... )

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Again, inspired by some themes posted over at the

tezukafuji comm.

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tezuka, fuji, "condoms"; 209 words.

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-and in a spurt of comedic genius in terms of timing, it's as Tezuka walks into the locker room to discover his team engaged in pinging elastic bands at one another that one ricochets off of Momo's head and straight at Tezuka's cheek, stabbing like a tiny, personal slap. When it falls into his open palm, he looks down and realises it isn't elastic bands they're catapulting after all.

"I'm sure you'll be very disappointed to know that your student council meeting caused you to miss sex education, Tezuka," Fuji says, leaning back where he sits and smiling in satisfaction as out the corner of his eye he watches Momo rubbing the side the spot just behind his ear.

Eight pairs of eyes are on him as he glances back down at the offending object in hand and wonders how dignified he can make wrinkling his nose and throwing it as hard and as far as possible. The thought is fleeting.

He takes steps until he is in front of Fuji, offers out his hand and downturns it so that the condom falls into Fuji's hand.

"Be more careful next time," he says, delighting Fuji with his innuendo.

"I do believe that that was the entire point," he replies.

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INSERTS YET ANOTHER

their_white_day "I wrote x-fic" post onto your friendslist!

I did not sign up. I offered to do a pinch hit, threw it together in one night, liked a sensible portion of it I suppose, then was sad because it looked even shorter than it was, and some people can just write wonderful, detailed epics, but that talent eludes me.

ANYWAY.

title: You are Not a Unique Snowflake
pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
rating: G
summary: "I think winter is my favourite season," Fuji says.
notes: DUH. I am not used to doing this BUT

reddwarfer gave it a read over and an edit for me (can I call it a beta when it's so SHORT?) So thank you to her. For that, and the whole exchange. So much to keep a handle on and done wonderfully! It was written for

arithion and originally posted here.

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Now I am very sad that there won't be another til the autumn, and am definitely wanting to write some more Tezuka/Fuji. Suggestions? ;)

Continued from Weapon fetishization assassin!au. Fuji/Tezuka. "T is for Toys/Devices": part of april kinks/cliches and etc., and wherein there is a little nc-17 content. 1648 Words.

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April; Cliches/Kinks etc. Month.

A prompt for every letter of the alphabet. Prompts all taken from a world of kinks list.

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tezuka/fuji, (assassin!)au, letter w; "weapon fetishization", for april kinks/cliches and etc. fic, about 750 words.

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I've been in search of writing memes for a while now, and

vacivity picked me one out to try on y'all ;)

Age is just a Number;
Comment with a character and an age/time period (high school, birth, "their thirties") and I will ~~try and~~ write a ficlet centred around it. If other characters are involved, that's up to you!

If you want to include an additional prompt/quote/object/whatever, so much the better. I like specifics :)

eta; Heh, memes are fun! If you want to request again, keep 'em coming! :D

eta2; Links to comment replies thus far!

Tezuka at 13. for

vacivity.
Niou, age 25. With Yagyuu. for

giving_ground
Tezuka...early twenties. (with Fuji) for

reddwarfer
Akaya at 25. (With Sanada) for

obsessed_love
Yukimura, age 20. (With Sanada) for

giving_ground
Fuji/Saeki at 27. (With Tezuka) for

crysaliz

Geisha fic. Originally posted here, but this is edited. Fuji visits a bar after work. 498 words. Prompt from Cyn.

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the comfort of strangers

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Fuji gets very little work done that day, and laughs to himself when he realises quite possibly that no-one will even notice. If he redates some of the things he has been finishing ahead of time, he can pretend that is what he has spent the day doing.

Fuji heads to a bar after work and orders four drinks one after the other, downing them in such quick succession he can't recall the colour of the drinks or size of the glasses afterwards.

In the men's room he waits until he is alone and then places his suitcase up beside the sink. In a small pocket in the corner the stick of lip-colour is wrapped in paper, away from prying eyes. He brings it to his nose to breathe in the odd scent before tempting himself with it almost touching his mouth. He cannot remember whether the make-up left a mark on Tezuka's cheek, he had left too quickly to look and see. If such an obvious stain had been present, he might never have left.

That would've been a mistake. What once was indulging in harmless fantasy had all too quickly become something real with other people at stake. What would he say if he knew? What would he do?

At least Tezuka-san didn't seem the kind to resort to violence.

A sound comes from outside the door, and Fuji flinches, wrapping back up the make-up stick and shutting his briefcase firmly. He takes up a seat at the bar again and orders another drink to fortify himself against more jumpy reactions.

"Bad day?" A voice beside him enquires, and if Fuji has met the man before, he does not recognise him.

"You could say so." He replies.

"I would say so, if the amount of alcohol you're cosuming is any indication."

Fuji turns to look at him properly, and receives a smirk in reply.

"Ah, women troubles." The stranger says.

"Huh?" Fuji asks. The stranger reaches out a finger to almost touch the corner of his mouth.

"You've smudged someone's lipstick." He grins. Fuji's eyes widen and he rubs at his mouth a lot harder than he needs to. He can't remember the stick making actual contact with his lips, but he was too nervous to notice, really.

"Yeah women troubles, I guess you could say that." Fuji laughs. What if he were to say the trouble is that he isn't a woman? What then?

"Women aren't generally worth the trouble." His companion says with a smile. It's a scrutinizing smile, perhaps he heard the irony in Fuji's laughter. He is searching for something, the right response.

"I'm well aware of that." Fuji says, downing another drink in one swift gulp and using the brief moment of lightheadedness to consider the stranger's jawline, the cut of his suit. The fullness of his lips.

He tries not to think about anything other than those things, especially not Tezuka, when he ends the evening in the nameless stranger's bed.

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AU setting (not in any particular verse), Tezuka/Fuji living together. 644 Words. Prompt: 31_days, 20 august 2005.

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Alhambra (signifying 'the red' in Arabic ).
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It's blood, blood everywhere spreading across skin like spilt ink, dripping in a casual way blood never should be allowed to, and he can't help but be reminded of that time when Tezuka had pushed himself too hard and too far in his match, even though they were internal injuries and there had been no blood in sight. In his mind all he'd seen at the time was the world stained red.

He gropes aimlessly for a dish cloth, not remembering where he'd left it; the plain white one with stripes of blue woven through it. He is kind of reluctant to swamp it in his own blood, even if he is losing a lot so quickly, because his mother had offered them all to him as a peacemaking. All the same pattern but in a rainbow of colours. Because I don't know which colour would match your kitchen, she had said, but not accusingly. Just regretfully. If she'd only shown an interest, she would have known sooner.

Fuji laughs to himself as his head begins to pound, but it feels lighter at the same time. Here he is up to his arms in his own blood and he's thinking about the colour of the kitchen walls. He tries to think, to concentrate. He knows he can get up off his knees if he tries, can pull the dish cloth from where it overhangs the cupboard, can use his undamaged hand to hold himself up and to reach for the phone. He's definitely going to need medical attention.

"What happened?"

Tezuka's voice is always so calm, even in the most dire of situations, even when it's something happening to himself. Fuji breathes out. The dish cloth is being wrapped tightly around his palm, and though it hurts he refuses to flinch because lacking blood is worse. Tezuka's hand around his is suffocating, just as it needs to be. In his other hand Tezuka already has his mobile, dialling for an ambulance.

"I was just going to make dinner," Fuji sighs out. "Chop up some vegetables."

"The knife slipped?" Tezuka doesn't really have to ask, but the operator on the end of the phone will.

"Deep." Fuji nods and grits his teeth. Tezuka is squeezing his hand again. There is blood drying into his trousers.

"My partner was chopping up some food and the knife slipped. It's a deep cut; there's a lot of blood. Yes, he's still conscious. Yes, he's talking. Hold on. Fuji, are you feeling light-headed, or dizzy?"

"Yes." Fuji whispers. Tezuka rattles off their address and his thumb digs into Fuji's palm. Fuji hisses but knows it's all an attempt to stop the blood escaping. While the paramedics make Fuji sit on the couch as they clean up the wound, Tezuka mops up the floor.

"Efficient." The woman says with a smile.

"He knows he can't be of any help to you." Fuji says softly enough that Tezuka won't hear. "He'd rather do something productive. He doesn't like feeling useless."

The bleeding stays stopped once it is stilled, and they bandage him up, extract a promise to call again if anything happens, and leave on another emergency call.

Tezuka brings tea for them both, and Fuji takes his with his good hand, the warmth finally allowing the shock to sink in.

"It's such a shame," he says carefully, bringing his drink up to his mouth and blowing. "Now that I've ruined the dish cloths my mother is going to have to buy us a better belated house-warming gift."

He sips at his drink and is grateful to it for keeping a smile from his face. Tezuka's look of disbelief is priceless.

"You didn't do this just for..." He can't finish his sentence.

"Oh Tezuka, no, of course not." Fuji assures him quickly. "It was just a happy coincidence, don't you think?"

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series title: Eraser ~~Chapter One~~
fandom: Prince of Tennis
pairing/characters: Tezuka/Fuji, Yumiko.
summary: in any fiction (...) there was only ever room for three players (...) between adoring spouses, a seducer, or a child. - Imajica, Clive Barker.
notes: 2618 words. Future!fic, established relationship, angst coming up eventually. r/nc-17 rating from the beginning.

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To Em; the last alternate prompt for you :*

Tezuka/Fuji - Before you ask me, I want to tell you something.

You can do it in geisha!verse or in canon!verse or whatever ;)

fsop

2007-03-08 03:01 pm UTC
(link)

Canon!verse; set after episodes 39&40 - the infamous duel in the rain ;)

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"Tezuka, has the desire to see my true strength overcome the desire to unleash it yourself?"

No answer is forthcoming. Fuji meets Tezuka's eyes and damns the pride that stills his tongue.

"You play with a healed arm, you give everyone the best of your strength. You could have put us into the same block in the last ranking match, but you were too concerned with another issue. This time it's you pushing us away."

He wonders if he should turn and make for the door; it doesn't ever take many words to get his meaning across. But before he can take that action, Tezuka is pressing his palm to the door and forcing it to stay shut.

"I'm not pushing you away." He says roughly.

"No, you're just trying to push me onwards, as ever. But this time you couldn't even do it yourself, you had to send in reinforcements!" Fuji laughs and it tastes bitter on his tongue. "Did you think we would break each others barriers at the same time and fulfil your intentions? I don't respond well to manipulations, Tezuka. I use them. I knew what you were doing as well as what he was doing during the match."

"It was worth a try." Tezuka shrugs. There's never any apologies. Tezuka will never make moves he may later come to regret. It's almost admirable.

"You could at least thank me for doing you a favour in regards to Echizen." Fuji says, folding arms across his chest and leaning against the door. "His frustration sets a fire under him. It's wonderful to watch. The only thing I wonder is why he wanted to beat me so badly. Because of my reputation? Or does he see me as a stepping stone to you?"

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	crysaliz 2007-03-12 01:28 am UTC (link)
	sdjlsl;afjsla;f.... Wahhh....i can SOOOO imagine this happening (behind the scenes...coz they had to cut it out).... Fuji, you're soo perceptive..of course surpassing your reputation isn't all that Ryoma wants. ~~We all know that he's trying to get rid of the competition for Tezuka's attentions.~~ C'mon Fuji, go stake your claim! ^_^ (Reply to this) (Parent)

To Em; February prompt number 28
Tezuka/Fuji - Second date. At a carnival.

Actually written 6th March 2007, cracky second date where the Regulars interfere. Tezuka/Fuji, 1073 Words.

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"I suppose you like these kind of things?" Tezuka asked, pushing the flyer for the carnival under Fuji's nose. He had taken quite some time to perfect his aura which made him quite unapproachable, and it had unnerved him a lot to suddenly have the guy, who had not been much older than him, shove the flyer into his hands on the way to school.

"Don't you?" Fuji asked pleasantly in reply, looking up at Tezuka. His gaze managed to be piercing even when his eyes weren't open.

"Ah, I've never been."

"Well then, I'll take you." Fuji said, packing his books into his bag to leave for lunch, slipping an arm through Tezuka's for a moment just to see him squirm away from the closeness. "Don't look so scared, Tezuka. It's a place people go to have fun."

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"Fuji, what's this?" Eiji asked, grabbing at the paper sticking out of Fuji's bag. "Oooh, a carnival? Tonight? Are you going?"

"I probably am." Fuji nodded, smiled at his thoughts. He wondered if Tezuka would look down his nose at the childish rides, perhaps jump when on the ghost train. That would be something to see.

"Well if Fujiko's going, I will too!" Eiji grinned. "I'm going to see if Oishi wants to go!"

He seemed to forget class was about to start again in five minutes. Fuji put his hands into his lap and smiled to himself; things like that didn't matter to Eiji. If a certain tennis captain ever got wind of that, laps most certainly would follow.

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"I ran into Momo and Taka-san and Ochibi after talking to Oishi about it, and getting a papercut and having to go to the nurse to get a plaster; Oishi makes such a fuss but at least he doesn't faint at blood like Hikata-kun did! And they're all going to come tonight too, isn't that great?" Eiji held a questioning finger to his lips. "I wonder if Inui or Kaidoh might come too if I asked them."

Fuji pressed his lips together, nodded as he tried not to laugh and wondered when it had become Eiji's tennis club trip instead of his and Tezuka's date.

Tezuka was not going to be amused. But then, he rarely ever was.

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"Ah, everyone's finally here!" Eiji grinned as Fuji and Tezuka made their way up to the group. Until they had gotten into plain sight, Fuji had been practically dragging Tezuka along by the arm, warning him tactfully about the entourage that would be accompanying them all of a sudden. Luckily it was all Eiji's fault, and he could say so with a completely straight face. "I'm surprised you convinced Tezuka-buchou to come, Fujiko!"

"We all have our price." Fuji said with a mysterious smile. And was promptly drowned out by four different voices simultaneously picking out rides to go on.

"Ghost Train!"

"Carousel!"

"Hoopla!"

"Ferris Wheel!"

"Look, we can all split up and meet up later for snacks." Fuji said quickly, stepping closer to Tezuka. "Just decide who wants to go where."

He kept purposely silent until everyone else had chosen so that he might pick somewhere for he and Tezuka that they could be alone. Eiji and Momo insisted on dragging Oishi and Echizen onto the Ghost Train, and Kaidoh and Kawamura were happy to tag-along with Inui so that he could use their tennis skills to determine how to win on the Hoopla.

"Well, I want to go on the Ferris Wheel first," Fuji smiled in a way that made people close their mouths against arguing, though they couldn't quite figure out why. "So we'll see you guys later."

No-one questioned Tezuka's silence, or how Fuji had decided they were going on it together. Eiji and Momo had already run off, Oishi picking up the pace to chase after them and Echizen muttering as he followed like he had allthe time in the world. Kawamura was trying to get Kaidoh to speak up, since Inui's nose was firmly between the pages of his notebook.

"I dislike this place already." Tezuka muttered. Fuji smiled and pretended he hadn't heard.

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"It doesn't look very safe." Tezuka said as they stood in the queue. The woman in front turned to glare as her son's eyes grew wide and he began to question the way the seats were suspended.

"Tezuka, shush." Fuji said, and pulled a lollipop out of his bag, checking with the displeased mother before offering it to her child.

"Do you always carry sweets to bribe children with?" Tezuka enquired.

"No, but I'll be making a habit of it when I'm with you in future I think."

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The inside of the car was not as nice as the outside would lead you to believe. Leftover drink cartons were the least of the problem. Fuji tried not to breathe in too deeply, warning himself that the scent he could smell just possibly might be urine. Now that wouldn't go down well.

Instead he sat down and placed his bag on the floor instead of inbetween himself and Tezuka.

"Just wait til we get to the top." He said brightly. Tezuka looked a little pale at the thought. Fuji had never stopped to wonder if Tezuka might be afraid of heights; it seemed like such a silly thing, for the captain of the tennis team to be scared of heights.

So silly he didn't want to voice the question. Not for one second did he believe he would get a response even if he did ask anyway.

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"It's so pretty." Fuji sighed, watching as the sky got closer little by little. They were still letting people onto the empty cars. He had a sudden urge to get up and touch the glass of the window, even if he couldn't reach the actual stars.

The car rocked a little beneath his feet, but he didn't think anything of it until Tezuka's hand caught his arm.

"Please don't do that." He said, his voice rough.

"What?"

"Shake the car. I already said it didn't seem safe."

"But Tezuka!" Fuji wanted to laugh it as so absurd. "You saw it moving when we were in the line, it's been used hundreds of times and it works the way it's supposed to! Everything is fine."

"Well I'm not used to it." Tezuka said.

Fuji nodded acceptance, and curled his fingers around Tezuka's as he sat back down to try and ignore the way they still itched.

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prompt: Geisha!fic; "A ribbon around her throat."
date: 15th February
characters: Fuji, Tezuka.
notes: 491 words. Features cross-dressing. An intrusion.

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challenge:

pot500's Festivals Challenge, #7.
characters: Fuji, Tezuka.
notes: Geisha!fic, not in the prompt list! 176 words. Features cross-dressing. Written on 18th February. Attending a Hanami*.

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prompt: Geisha!fic; "find a face behind our lipstick smiles".
date: 19th February
characters: Fuji, Tezuka.
notes: 458 words. Features cross-dressing. There are many different levels of disguise and deception.

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prompt: Geisha!fic; "Promise me to pass the time/Dance with me on plastic tears/Kiss me, We won't feel alone/Till morning when we disappear."
date: 22nd February
characters: Fuji, Tezuka.
notes: 662 words. Features cross-dressing. A farce.

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title: Love In The Milky Way
characters: Fuji, Tezuka.
summary: A little bit of angst, a tiny bit of progress.
notes: Written for

pot500's Festivals Challenge, #7.
word count: 474 words.

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A continuation of this ficlet inspired by an image from picfor1000. This time it's the night before the morning after, but NO it's not even that part. 1152 words.

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title: Somewhere I Have Never Travelled
fandom: Prince of Tennis
pairing/characters: unrequited!Tezuka/Fuji, unrequited!Tachibana/Fuji.
inspiration: the e.e. cummings poem with the same starting line as the title.
notes: 435 words. There may come more of this.

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To Em; February prompt number 14
A random group of Tenipuri characters; must include Tezuka, Fuji, Inui, Yanagi, Sanada, Yukimura, and anyone else you wish. Drinking games.

Crackfic; what else would drinking games lead to? XD Fuji/Tezuka, Yukimura/Sanada. 656 Words.

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"It's a quiz," Inui says simply. "In three teams of two players each, one answers the questions and the other takes the penalty if their partner is incorrect."

"Inui," Tezuka says. "What is the penalty?"

"Penal-tea?" Fuji asks with a smirk.

"It's a choice of either that, or alcohol." Inui shrugs. Though Tezuka has never reacted as badly to Inui Juice as most members of the team, it is fifty-fifty that he will choose it over alcohol, which he has refused to drink one hundred percent of the time before now.

"Penal-tea?" Sanada asks innocently, and Fuji and Tezuka speak up at the same time before he can press further.

"Pick the alcohol!" They say in unison desperately, and Inui nods. He puts away the Juice with regret, but accepts the decision. The chance to see any of them drunk will make it into his notebook.

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The game starts with no-one budging an inch; Yukimura asks Yanagi a question, Yanagi asks Fuji, and Fuji asks Yukimura. Beside them, Tezuka, Sanada and Inui hold their breaths each time they wait to see if the answer is correct.

It always is, and the tension builds. The room is silent for too long between questions and answers, and Inui glances round when it is not his turn and knows that Fuji at least is planning something.

"Ah," he says on his next question. "I'm afraid I don't know." He glances to his side, and does not look the least bit concerned. "Sorry, Tezuka."

Tezuka just nods and downs his shot, grimacing as it burns his throat.

When Fuji asks Yukimura his next question, Sanada ends up taking a drink, too.

Yanagi never misses a beat.

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The game degenerates to the same pattern then; Fuji answers incorrectly, so does Yukimura, Inui stays alcohol-free. Tezuka's face grows less believing each time Fuji apologizes for not knowing, but he does not speak out. Sanada just glares at Yukimura, knowing they are joint-losing on purpose.

When Sanada begins to slump against Yukimura's side, Fuji notices Tezuka has taken off his glasses and is inspecting the way the light hits them as he waves them around.

"Uhm, Inui," Fuji asks, "perhaps for a while Yukimura-kun and I should drink our own penalty shots?"

Inui looks at Yanagi and they share a smile.

"We're not adverse to that." He shrugs, and the game continues.

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"Your boyfriend is drunker than my boyfriend," Yukimura leers at Fuji, his voice slurring a little on the last words.

"But you're drunker than I am," Fuji points out with a smile. "So between us, I'm more likely to get laid tonight than you."

"That's a low blow, Fuji-kun!" Yukimura says, and giggles, not covering his mouth in time to smother it. He turns to Sanada who is laid out on the floor and staring at the ceiling, crawls over to him. Yukimura touches his hand to Sanada's cheek and murmurs Sanada's name very softly, "Genichirou..."

Inui and Yanagi blink at one another; by now they've both had a few drinks themselves, the questions having gotten increasingly more difficult, but they were not anticipating the game to change in such a way.

"I'll win this round!" Fuji proclaims, straddling Tezuka's lap and picking up the jug of alcohol. He does not even hesitate as he pours over Tezuka's face, and everyone else, bar Sanada, cringes as Tezuka bolts upright instantly. "Hey, Tezuka," he says like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth, and then proceeds to stick his tongue down Tezuka's throat.

Tezuka has no option but to kiss him back.

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"Probability they were both answering incorrectly to get their boyfriends incapacitated and then coerce them into sex?" Inui asks as he and Yanagi hurry out of the room under the guise of retrieving towels to mop up the mess Fuji has created. They won't return to the room tonight.

Yanagi shakes his head as though the question isn't worth answering.

"Easily one hundred percent."

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Written a little while ago. Kind of pointless. But something. 308 Words.

title: Only Ashes
fandom: Prince of Tennis
pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
inspiration: From deep within this burnt out cinder,
What was lost has been denied;
Once beautiful...
What once was hidden, now shall rise;
As Ember; "Once Beautiful".

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208 Words.
Prompt from vacivity, as follows:
A. Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
B. Colour/Setting/Time of Day/Season: navy blue, beach, evening, fall.
C. Extra prompt within ten words: "Play it again".

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"Wasn't it nice of Kojirou to invite us to his home for the weekend?" Fuji says, smiling softly as the sun sets over the waters. The hour is early, but the nights are beginning to creep in earlier and earlier now that fall has begun after all, and the air holds a chill. Tezuka uses this as his excuse to pull Fuji closer with an awkward arm around his shoulders; Fuji has only a shirt on, while Tezuka has a jacket, and his navy blue scarf.

"Mmm," he says in response. "Suspicious, even. Even more so when he suddenly remembered he had other plans."

Fuji buries his smile in the fabric of Tezuka's shirt. "Are you accusing my best friend of lying?" He asks a moment later. "Or conspiracy?"

"Both, I suppose." Tezuka replies.

"Well, I'm glad we got that settled." Fuji says, and squirms himself further into Tezuka's grasp. Tezuka's hand finds its way into Fuji hair of its own accord. And everytime it does, Fuji tends to make a little noise somewhat akin to a purr.

"This is in all likelihood going to happen again," Fuji says. "Just so you know."

"Well," Tezuka says after a pause, "I don't believe I'm adverse to the idea."

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( imagined you saw me )

Character Meme Ficlets [POT, various characters and pairings]

interlude; Prince of Tennis, ana!Fuji

Condoms [Prince of Tennis, Tezuka/Fuji]

You are Not a Unique Snowflake [Prince of Tennis, their_white_day pinch hit]

A Little Death [Prince of Tennis: assassin!au, Fuji/Tezuka, NC-17]

April Cliches/Kinks Month

Ghost [assassin!au, Tezuka/Fuji, april kinks/cliches prompt]

interlude; 'Age is just a Number' Fic Meme

Always Believe the Comfort of Strangers [Geisha verse: Fuji]

Alhambra [Prince of Tennis: Tezuka/Fuji, 31_days prompt]

Formerly chapter one [Eraser verse]

Push [Prince of Tennis: Tezuka/Fuji, February 07 Drabble]

Second Date [Prince of Tennis: Tezuka/Fuji, February 07 Drabble]

Geisha verse Ficlets (x4) [Prince of Tennis: Fuji, Tezuka]

Love In The Milky Way [Prince of Tennis: Fuji, Tezuka, pot500 prompt]

The Night Before the Morning After [Prince of Tennis, Tezuka/Fuji]

Somewhere I Have Never Travelled [unrequited!Tezuka/Fuji, unrequited!Tachibana/Fuji]

Drinking Games [Fuji/Tezuka, Yukimura/Sanada, Yanagi, Inui, February 07 Drabble]

Only Ashes [Prince of Tennis: Tezuka/Fuji]

Conspiracy [Prince of Tennis: Fuji/Tezuka, Saeki]

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