BONUS ROUND 3 - GENRE FICTION
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this round is about writing prompts inspired by genre fiction, aka fantasy, crime, romance, horror, or sci-fi!
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PROMPT: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM
Date: 2023-08-10 02:09 pm (UTC)FILL: VOTER
Date: 2023-08-14 02:56 am (UTC)fire emblem fates, hana x sakura
(i went with cheesy shoujo romance under the cherry blossoms, kiss kiss fall in love with a jock~)
Sunrise in Hoshido. The effervescent, romantic beauty of nature's majesty has moved the hearts of countless poets throughout history. As the first light of dawn breaches the mountaintops to brush against the delicate pink petals of cherry trees in bloom, a fleeting spring morning worthy of preservation in a hundred haiku, Sakura comes to a dreadful realization: she's simply not strong enough to last until noon.
“Lady Sakura, are you feeling well enough to train this morning?” Hana calls, bright-eyed and brimming with boundless energy despite the early hour. She's even prancing from foot to foot like a hotblooded warhorse just waiting to be released from her stable into the fray. “You're lagging behind! You can keep up, right?”
“R-right,” Sakura stammers, trying and failing to match Hana's level of confidence. She stifles an unladylike yawn, and resists the urge to rub the sleep from her bleary eyes. “It's all me!”
This is a battle she is fated to lose. It was still dark when Sakura awoke today, tiptoeing her way to the kitchens to prepare her surprise by candlelight before the servants came in to start breakfast. How she regrets not sleeping in when she had the chance. Sakura's soft, inviting futon is just waiting for her return. Her friendly, smiling dolls, all lined up in a row next to her pillow, must be so lonely without her company. Sakura can think of little other than the comforts of her bedchamber, but she must not surrender to such temptations now.
This is her time to fight.
“Race you to the top of that next hill,” Hana grins. Without waiting for an answer, she's already off, sprinting through the tall grass with frightening speed.
“I'll be right behind you, so, um... Don't wait up...”
Sakura's shoulders slump. She touches the pack strapped to her back, weighing her down. She just has to make it until noon. She can surely endure one single morning of Hana's training. Can't she?
It's not long before Sakura is flat on the ground, wheezing for air. She's not built for mornings, let alone morning running. This will surely be how she perishes.
“Lady Sakura, I thought you said you were ready for this,” Hana chides as she pulls Sakura back to her shaky feet. “Don't overdo it! Shall I take you back to the castle for a hot bath and a nap? I'll fetch you some dango and a nice bottle of milk. Sweets always perk you back up.”
Oh, the offer is sorely tempting. But even if she is woefully timid and weak, a stark disappointment overshadowed by her athletic and competitive siblings, Sakura is, at the very least, stubborn. She's not a pampered princess in need of babying. The blood of dragons runs through her veins, too.
“I... I can continue,” Sakura says meekly, putting on what she hopes is a brave expression. She will overcome this trial and be stronger for it. Maybe. “Lead the way, Hana!”
Hana claps her on the back with enough force to bruise her paper-thin skin. “That's the spirit, my lady! Only ten more laps around Castle Shirasagi to go!”
When the sun climbs high enough in the sky to reasonably call it noon, Sakura is ready to pass out from exhaustion. Her hair and clothes are soaked through with sweat, every texture clinging unpleasantly to her sticky skin. Her arm muscles burn from drawing her yumi to full tension so many times, and her legs are more wobbly than mizu manju.
Sakura thought she could sort of keep up with Subaki and Hinoka (although now that she thinks about it, they're both probably going easy on her) – but Hana is in a whole different league.
Trembling, Sakura unstraps the pack from her back and presents it to Hana. This had been much more romantic in her mind's eye – the falling cherry blossoms landing in their hair, the handmade bento, the secluded picnic just for them – but proving she won't be left behind by Hana is just as important.
“Lady Sakura, did you make this...? For me?” Hana asks, eyes round with surprise. “Plum onigiri, wild grass tempura... You even cut the nori into little katana shapes...! You must have spent ages making all this!”
Sakura nods weakly, pulling out a container of green tea and a pair of cups.
“P... picnic date,” she mumbles. “Is that... okay?”
Hana nods enthusiastically, flashing her teeth in a grin. “More than okay! I love it! I love you!” She hugs Sakura tight, who is too tired to do anything but slump against her in relief. “Will I get to eat more of your cooking, in exchange for training? I could eat this every day for the rest of my life, and die happy! Please say yes!”
“M... more training...” Sakura repeats faintly. She can't back down now. She mustn't. Sakura wants them to meet Hoshido's future together – not as princess and devoted retainer, but as equals. She balls her fists and raises her chin to look Hana square in the eye and meet her challenge. “Um... I... I'll do my best...!”
She'll do whatever it takes to get there.
Re: FILL: VOTER
Date: 2023-08-15 05:03 pm (UTC)