yurishippingolympics | BONUS ROUND 4

coffee shop au + soulmate au

pokemon au + rivals to lovers au

pirate au + mermaid au

Pairing: OC/OC
Words: 441

“So, my father was a sailor,” she explained. “And my mother was a mermaid.” That part was obvious. I looked down at her long, golden tail. In all my years of travel, I had never seen a tail like that before. Perhaps it was a type of colouration one only really got in this region of the world.

“I see,” I replied. There was a notably more human character to her than other mermaids. Or well… less fish-like, I suppose. “So, what do you think about that?”

She shrugged. “I guess it’s fine. It’s just… a part of life, I suppose. He came over to visit as much as he could, and my Mum had her whole family, so it wasn’t like I had a lonely childhood. How about you? What’s your family like?”

It was my turn to shrug. “I’m not really sure. I’m a… I’m actually an orphan…”

“Oh.”

“Yeah,” I chuckle a little, attempting to bring a little levity to the conversation. “But uh… I wouldn’t say I had a very lonely childhood either. The crew of the Saltmaiden took me in, and so, I guess my crew’s my family now.”

She nodded, finger tracing the rim of her cup. They had interesting drinks in this sea cove. Some sort of fermented seaweed drink, according to her. Being raised on a boat, practically, I was open to trying any number of odd things. The fermented seaweed tasted nothing like I’d ever tasted before, but I couldn’t say that it was bad.

Miriam had suggested I try dating, while the Captain was trying to win the boat back from those siren boat thieves. We were essentially stranded in the Magi Isles until then, but she said that it was a good chance to relax for a bit. Do some things we’d been meaning to do.

Dating was new to me, but it was going well. The mermaids here treated girls liking girls as a fairly regular thing, compared to most other places I’d been to.

I took a gulp of the seaweed drink - note to self, pick up some for the trip back - and asked my date, “So, how do you feel about long distance dating then?”

She smiled. “It won’t be too bad. We’ve got messages in bottles. We’ve got whale mail. Like, I saw it play out with my Mum and Dad right? If I really liked someone enough, I think I will put up with whatever circumstances we find ourselves in.” She held her hand out, a faint smile spreading across her features.

I smiled, reaching out to grab her hand. “I’m glad to hear that.”

omegaverse au + a holiday

"i would die for her. i would kill for her. either way, what bliss" X pining, unrequited or mutual

dressing a wound/giving first aid X childhood friends to lovers

Ship: OC/OC

Words: 403

CW: Major character death

The blood wouldn’t stop coming, no matter how hard Lennon tried.

And oh god, did she try. They didn’t bring any first aid materials with them—stupid, so stupid, too late—but she tried her best. The rockslide had hurt Phila in ways Lennon had no hope of fixing, but if she could just stem the bleeding until help came, that would be enough.

Lennon pressed her already-bloodsoaked shirt into Phila’s abdomen so hard she could almost crush her, but it was no use. Something was wrong in a way she couldn’t fix. Too much blood. Lennon’s hands were slippery with it, pressing into tattered flesh and shattered bones, her body twisted and broken.

“Lennie?” Phila’s voice came out feeble and raspy, nothing like it was supposed to be. Just hours ago, she’d been so excited about their excursion that her cries of joy had scared the birds away. “I gotta tell you something. ‘Fore it’s too late.”
“Don’t say that!” Lennon admonished. “You’re gonna be fine. The ambulance is on its way. What is it?”

She tried not to think about how far they were from a drivable road. How the paramedics would have to trek through the trail to find them. How much precious time it would take.

“I love you.” Phila gave her a weak smile.

“I love you too. Always.”

“No, Lennie.” Phila wheezed, a little bit of blood coming out with it—not good. Coughing up blood only happened in tuberculosis and lung injuries. “I love you. Love-love. M’sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I didn’t want things to change.”

The confession had Lennon reeling even more than she already was, her vision becoming blurry with tears. “Me too,” she choked out. “Since high school, freshman year.”

Phila tried to laugh, but it came out as more of a strangled cough. “Seventh grade. I win.” She reached a shaking hand up, tugging lightly on Lennon’s shirt-collar. “Kiss me before I go.”

Too late. Lennon could have confessed any time in high school, in college, in the years since. She could have had years upon years of kisses and more with Phila. A happy life together. As much as she wanted to deny it, she knew she would never get that chance now.

Lennon leaned down for a kiss, completely unlike all the times she’d imagined it, her tears running onto Phila’s cheeks.

By the time she pulled back, Phila was gone.

Re: FILL: TEAM OC

miyukitty - 2023-09-04 17:55 (UTC) - Expand

musician/band/playing an instrument X long distance relationship

relationship: joy/thia (OCs)
word count: 657

Joy adjusts her camera, then strums her guitar. Once, twice. Tweak the strings. She’s been posting weekly covers for the past three months, but this is the first time her video serves a greater purpose. She clears her throat, reviewing the speech she spent hours practicing and perfecting.

This cover is dedicated to my best friend. Because you’ve helped me through so much, and this song always makes me think of you.

There’s no need to drop a name. Thia will know, and everyone else can speculate as much as they want. Because Joy might post cover videos for thousands of people to watch, but she really only sings for one person apart from herself. There is only one other person whose approval she truly longs for.

She wipes her sweating palms on her jeans. This isn’t a love confession, but it could be. She’s been in love with Thia for longer than she’d like to admit, and at its core, the song she’s about to play is, in fact, a love song.

Her eyes slip shut as she inhales, then lets her breath out slowly.

She opens her eyes and beams at the camera like she’s pulling all of the sun’s light into her smile. Thia had told her, once, that the brightness of her smile rivals a cloudless summer day.

“Welcome back, everyone! It’s Wednesday, which means it’s time for another song cover…”

— —

“…This week’s cover is dedicated to my best friend. You…You’ve helped me through a lot. We’ve been through a lot together. And…this song always makes me think of you. So. You know who you are.”

Thia blinks. Joy’s video offers no extra explanation; she simply transitions straight into playing the song. But there’s no one else she could be talking about, as far as Thia is aware. No one else has been with Joy through as much as Thia has. No one else’s soul has been linked to hers from the moment they were born.

No one else would simply know they are Joy’s best friend.

This week’s cover is a love song, but Thia tells herself that doesn’t mean anything. It could be interpreted as platonic, really—above all, it’s about a strong bond between two people, and about being there for someone you love and them being there for you in return. It doesn’t have to mean anything. Even if Thia wishes it did. Even if Thia wants to do something incredibly stupid like jump on the first plane to New York just to tell Joy I love you too.

She won’t, though. She values her friendship with Joy too much to risk ruining it. Even if she knows Iz and Kelly will tell her to just go for it— She can’t.

She can’t lose Joy.

Beyond the ramifications the world may face, Thia is selfish. She wants to keep Joy in her life for herself. It doesn’t matter what the world and Time want from them; Thia loves Joy enough to disregard everything else if it means they can be friends. If it means they can meet up in the summers—they can get ice cream from the drive-in by the park, they can walk around the county fair, they can drive with no destination, music blasting, Joy singing along.

Joy has a beautiful voice. It’s no wonder her most recent video already has well over a hundred likes, despite being posted a mere hour and a half ago. Joy has a beautiful voice and a sunshine-y personality and the brightest smile Thia has ever seen, and Thia loves her.

She watches the video six times through before liking it and leaving a comment. She deletes and rewrites it over and over before finally settling on a simple: thank you <3

It’s the closest she can get to I love you.

Maybe Joy will be able to hear the truth. It’s a dangerous hope, but Thia has always been a dreamer.

Re: FILL: team nobamaki

miyukitty - 2023-09-04 17:56 (UTC) - Expand

dog owner X person into BDSM who wants to use the leash/collar/dog crate in the bedroom (sorry not sorry, sksksk)

hurt/comfort X dragons

autistic character X ADHD character

Pairing: OC/OC
Words: 615

Today had not been a good day. And that sucked, because both Tallulah and Fern had expected it to be good. They had been on a winning streak recently. As new healers, they were great as a team. Tallulah’s organisational skills filling in for Fern’s messiness, and Fern’s outgoing nature filling in for Tallulah’s shyness. After about a year, they thought that they were really getting the hang of this healer business. They wanted to try out something a little more difficult.

Oh, how the learning curve curved…

They were supposed to help heal a dragon’s wound that day. They had learned the spell specially for this. After they finished all of their other duties, they were going to help the dragon. It was perfect. Their final task of the day before they could clock out. Things were going alright.

But then little problems started to add up. That day Fern made a few careless mistakes more than average, and Tallulah made a couple more social faux pas than she typically did too. By the time they got to the dragon, the both of them were already on edge. And then things got worse from there.

For one, the dragon was grumpy and old. And of course Tallulah and Fern tried their hardest to do their best for every job. But well, this being their first time doing a wound healing, their patient being grumpy and old didn’t help very much.

They worked at the wound, growing new flesh where he had been injured. And it took a while. “What’s taking so long,” he complained. He complained about their method. He complained about the pain.

“Wait right here sir, I can go get you some medicine for that,” said Fern. But ah, her pack was a mess. And it took her a hot minute to find anything. She searched the bottomless bag for a painkiller potion; she had to have it somewhere. Oh but wait, she also had to check her notes to see if he was allowed any painkillers. The project took ten minutes of searching and trying to reorganise herself. But that already felt too long.

She tried her best. Splitting her attention between searching for her stuff and pacifying the dragon. The dragon didn’t stop though. “You two don’t know what you’re doing, do you? Where’s the other healer? If you two aren’t good at this sort of work, don’t do it then.”

Fern looked over at Tallulah, the way she focused on healing his wound. Hearing his barrage of comments, she might not have anything she could say to him. Not a peep came out of Tallulah. If she was stressed, she clammed up. And from where she was she could see her efforts to try and mouth out an apology as she healed him. It was all Fern could do to mitigate the conflict.

This was supposed to be done within fifteen minutes. With the potion and the pacifying of the patient and the subsequent apology, it took almost an hour.

They went home together, exhausted from their day. “Well, that was… a day.”

Tallulah nodded. Looks like she’ll need her time.

Fern sighed. And they had such a good streak recently too.

But well, the day was over. Time to rest up, she supposed.

“Wanna watch TV together and make out sloppy style when we get home?” She asked. “You can choose the show.”

Tallulah nodded. And Fern knew what show she was going to watch. They had watched Love In The Autumn Spring at least three times together at this point. But hey, to be fair, it was a good show.

They walked home together, hand in hand.

gods and immortals X sharing a bed/literal sleeping together

going to war X holding hands

bi4bi X polyamory

horseback riding X being in love with your best friend

kemonomimi (character with animal ears, ie: a catgirl) X touch-starved

WC: 963
fire emblem fates, nina x velouria

Velouria lays flat on her stomach, head buried in her folded arms, and sulks. Nina is late.

The feeble Nohrian sun will be setting soon, and Nina knows she shouldn't be wandering the Woods of the Forlorn at night. No one should. Hordes of shambling, masterless Faceless will snap her up in an instant, even if she is scent-marked as a favorite treasure of the big bad wolf. They should know Velouria is the most fearsome monster of them all. They should fear her, but they're mindless beasts who chase anything that moves. If they hunt Nina, they do so at their own peril.

She'll make a point to slowly and thoroughly devour every scrap of whomever and whatever eats her reckless Nina.

Velouria rolls over onto her back and pouts at the ceiling of their treehouse. Shadows from the gnarled tree branches are lengthening like fingers in the dying light, reaching further and further into the rafters. She'd rather just have Nina here with her, but she's prepared for either outcome. She's starting to get hungry.

All of a sudden, the rope ladder to their secret hideout rattles. Velouria's ears twitch, and she sits eagerly upright. Finally.

Sure enough, Nina's mischievous face pops up from the trapdoor, grinning ear to ear. “Made it! Here I am, babe! Hope the snacks are worth the wait,” she announces, clambering into their treehouse with her bow and arrows strapped to her back, and an overstuffed pack slung across her shoulders. She dumps her hefty load with an exaggerated sigh, then hauls the ladder up behind her. “You have me all to yourself for the next three days!”

Velouria leans in suspiciously, sniffing her all over for any hint of injury. Sweat, castle dust, forest mud, bog water, food smuggled out of the royal kitchens. No blood, no wounds. (No clingy scents of anyone else touching her, either. Good. Velouria can't help getting a little jealous sometimes when Nina lives in Castle Krakenburg with her family and all those other humans around, instead of in a proper den in the woods with Velouria, where she belongs.)

“Took too long. Don't want you anymore,” the wolfskin mutters balefully, though her swishing tail betrays her true excitement.

Nina just smirks as she settles cross-legged on the floor, then reaches out to fondle the soft velvet of Velouria's ears. Velouria whines, melting like candle wax under Nina's clever fingers. Her ears are delicate, too sensitive to allow just anyone the honor of touching, but when Nina strokes them, Velouria's traitorous tail starts thumping against the ground without her consent. Damn it.

“Happy to see you too,” Nina murmurs, kissing her on the tip of her nose. “Missed you. Love you.”

Velouria just growls under her breath, nudging her head against Nina's hands to demand more.

Nina giggles and obliges her. She's sure gotten a lot better at reading Velouria's signals. Soon Velouria is curled languidly in her lap, head pillowed between Nina's thighs, as Nina pets her just the way she likes. This is the way things are supposed to be.

As Nina strokes Velouria, sending shivers of warmth through her small, limp body, Nina chatters on and on about what she's been up to in her absence. Her bright, animated voice banishes the weighted silence of their lonely hideout, even if Velouria tunes out the actual words. Nina complains about her annoying dad, brags about her scouting missions, divulges the plot of library books she's been reading – and she never seems to mind that the conversation is wholly one-sided, or that Velouria doesn't really care about the comings and goings of humanity.

Even when Nina shows off the sparkly trinkets stuffed into her pack and adds them to the treasure chest they share, the things Nina stashes are of little interest to Velouria. See, Nina's tastes are less like a wolfskin, and more like a magpie. Shiny rocks, coins, and antique objects crafted out of metal, all junk stolen from the rich noble houses in Windmire – and Nina doesn't even keep those for herself!

No, the only thing Nina doesn't redistribute to the less fortunate is her rather sizeable collection of pornography (and literary depictions of the courting and mateship rituals between fictional gay men doesn't stir anything in Velouria's loins whatsoever). Those books are nothing but junk. But Nina can store her weird erotica alongside actual treasure, like snake skins and bat wings and deer skulls and the biggest, coolest dust bunnies Velouria is able to collect.

Velouria will still guard their treasure chest with her life.

She wraps her arms possessively around Nina's midsection and squeezes her tight. Nina trails off from whatever she was rambling about, and gazes fondly down at Velouria.

“...Still feeling a little needy, huh?” Nina teases. “That's okay. It's kinda nice, feeling wanted for once.”

“Do want you,” Velouria grumbles, nuzzling her face between Nina's thighs. “Stay here forever. Don't leave.”

“Not forever, my next mission is coming up,” Nina says, a little wistfully. She plays with Velouria's ears between the pads of her fingers, rubbing soothing circles into her fur, until Velouria makes a soft crooning noise and digs her claws in. “But... I'll always come back to you. Okay? I promise, I'll always come back.”

“You better,” Velouria huffs. “Or else I'll track you down and eat you.”

Nina laughs, taking it as a joke. Then her expression falters, seeing the deadpan look on Velouria's unchanging face. “Oh. You're being serious.”

“Yup,” Velouria agrees.

“Good thing I was being serious, too.” Nina winks, then leans down, pressing a kiss to Velouria's cheek.

Velouria says nothing. Her expression says nothing as well. But the telltale thud, thud, thud of her tail against the floorboards says it all.

shapeshifter (werewolf, kitsune, dragon, etc) X ambiguous/undefined/open relationships

Pairing: OC/OC
Words: 418

“Hey,” said Dalia, as she morphed into a tall hairy beast-woman. “What would you consider us to be?”

“Hm?” Went Jade, as she morphed into an equally tall reptilian monster woman. “What do you mean by that?”

They pressed their palms together, attempting to tip each other over. “Well, you know. You and I, we’ve called each other ‘partners’ for years. And everyone thinks that when we say that, we mean like, sparring partners. Business partners.”

“Uh huh.” Jade threw her weight forward a little more, causing Dalia to be shifted off balance. She tripped. This gave her the opportunity to elbow her. Jade took a few steps back to give herself a running start.

“But like,” A grunt as she got elbowed in the pectorals by Jade. “We’ve been through a lot together at this point. To the point where just ‘business partners’ feels kind of clinical. Inaccurate. You know?”

Jade was about to run and elbow her again, but Dalia got up, and lunged at her. “So like, what are we, Jade? Are we friends, partners, something else?”

And that was a pretty good question. They share a house and they share a bed. Jade thought about it, and she knew that she would be really happy living with her for the rest of her life. Working together, hanging out together. If the time came when she wanted children, she’d be glad to raise them with Dalia.

Yet, there were some things they didn’t do that couples did. They didn’t kiss (Jade didn’t like to), they didn’t sleep with each other (Dalia didn’t like to), they had no plans to get married or really date each other. The closest things they had to dates were going to the gym with each other. Watching street fighting matches. Sparring. And they already did that stuff when they were friends. What made something a date? When would the threshold officially be crossed?

Dalia picked her up, and tossed her down in a body slam. “Well Dalia, I guess we could call each other friends.” A grunt, as Dalia kneed her. “Or we can just keep on calling each other partners.”

A hum, as Dalia pulled her up and placed her in a headlock. After a bit of a struggle, Jade broke free, and flipped Dalia to the ground in one swift movement. “I guess it doesn’t really matter. So long as we’re together.”

Dalia smiled, and picked herself up. “I guess. Wanna go get lunch now?”

Jade grinned. “Sure.”

time traveler X found family

getting back together with your ex X parenthood

wedding X transfemme character :)

Pairing: OC/OC
Words: 439

“So, you say that you’ve been married before? How many times have you gotten married before?” Asked Florrie, fluttering around the room, checking out how the wedding dress looked on Nora from all angles.

“Once,” replied Nora, “But this will be the first time I’ll be getting married in a dress.”

The fairy nodded, summoning flowers to thread into the woman’s hair. “It’ll be your first time having a fairy wedding too, right? You’re familiar with our customs?”

“Well, I know some of them,” said Nora. She took a look at herself in the mirror, and a warm, joyful glow filled her heart. “I know how they differ from human weddings.” The magic bonding ceremony, the flower bed that they’d be planting, the special dance that the couple had to do. Nora and Lilac had been practicing their dance for months. They absolutely could not wait to debut it.

She had multiple outfits for the occasion. And the one she wore presently would be for the final dinner. Nora loved all of them, but the one she looked forward to being in the most was her dancer’s outfit. She had always loved to dance, and to debut her new self, her new life as a wife and as a member of the Floratina family, with a dance, well. She could only feel excitement at that. Whatever potential for anxiety or nervousness that was there somehow disappeared. It didn’t seem to matter, not when she was in her element, with someone she loved.

*****

And it was time for the dance. She held Lilac’s hand, and Lilac gave her a gentle squeeze. “Are you ready?” She whispered.

Nora nodded. “Let’s do this.”

The music played, and the two of them began to move.

They moved in sync, gracefully matching the rhythm of the song. Sway here, spin there. The glimmering flowers stitched onto their outfits shimmered under the lights, casting an illuminating rainbow of light around the dance floor. And as their dance ended, with the two of them posed in each other’s arms in one of the traditional fairy dance stances, the crowd applauded happily for them both.

This was not her first time at the rodeo. But it was still, nevertheless, a wedding of firsts for her. First wedding as an out trans woman, first wedding in a dress, first time at a fairy wedding period, in her life. And as she looked at her new wife. Her purple eyes filled with life and her wings shimmering and fluttering with joy, Nora hoped in her heart of hearts that this new beginning will only ever bring about new happily ever afters.

Re: FILL: TEAM OCs

miyukitty - 2023-09-08 01:30 (UTC) - Expand

kissing in the rain x vampires

Edited 2023-08-27 00:36 (UTC)

Put a ship that isn't from a rhythm game universe into a rhythm game universe

Angel x Human from a Cybercore world

High society + Supernatural entities

Soulmate AU + betrayal

isekai with time travel - char from historical novel and char from sci-fi trade worlds

BONUS ROUND 4 - PROMPT FUSION

PROMPT: TEAM CAITVI

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FILL: TEAM OCs

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PROMPT: VOTER

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FILL: TEAM OC

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FILL: team nobamaki

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PROMPT: VOTER

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FILL: TEAM OCs

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PROMPT: TEAM SEIUSA

PROMPT: TEAM ALIMARI

PROMPT: TEAM ALIMARI

PROMPT: TEAM MIZUHANNA

PROMPT: TEAM FRANMAYA

PROMPT: TEAM EMPELLE