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YURI SHIPPING OLYMPICS 2024 - BONUS ROUND 2

For this bonus round, the prompts will all be dialogue!

This will be somewhat similar to "Adopt a Line" threads on older writing forums. For prompts, post a line or lines of dialogue. For fills, post something that uses the dialogue, or is inspired by the dialogue. Your prompt can be any length, from one line to an entire conversation.

This round will end on June 16th.

Fills can be in any format, and you can fill your teammates prompts, but you cannot fill your own prompt.

You can post as many fills and as many prompts as you want!

for your prompt post title, please use the following format:

PROMPT: TEAM [TEAM NAME]

for your fill post title, please use the following format:

FILL: TEAM [TEAM NAME]

POINTS - BONUS ROUNDS
For prompts: 10 points each (maximum of 150 prompt points per team per round)
For fills:
First 4 fills by any member of your team: 100 points each
Fills 5-10: 50 points each
Fills 11-20: 40 points each
Fills 21-50: 30 points each
Fills 51+: 25 points each

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pairing: winter/cinder

fandom: RWBY

characters: winter schnee, cinder fall, mentioned jacques schnee + weiss schnee

other tags: non-graphic injury (blood), implied/mentioned child abuse, canon divergence

word count: 539

Someone is knocking on Cinder’s door.

She pays it no mind, at first. Not even when it grows urgent and desperate; not until she hears her name and the faint sound of sobbing.

That’s Winter’s voice.

Cinder rolls sideways out of the bed and bolts to the door. That’s Winter’s voice. She’s on the other side of her fucking door. She came to her; she came all the way out here to Mantle, she —

Cinder undoes the last latch and throws the door open. She doesn’t register the way Winter is slumped against it until she falls forward onto her.

“What the fuck,” she says aloud.

Winter’s arms come up and lock around her torso, pulling her close. She’s crying. She’s crying. “Cinder,” she says into her shirt, “Cinder.”

“Yeah, it’s me. What happened?”

Her hands tighten into fists in the back of her shirt. There’s blood in her hair, on her blouse. She doesn’t think she’s ever seen Winter so — undone. “I don’t want to talk about it,” she mumbles.

“Did he hurt you? Your father.”

Cinder glances out into the street. No one else there. Very little chance of someone watching them; Winter’s father’s guards would never bother following her down into Mantle. She pulls her inside, tugging her gently backwards, and kicks the door closed.

“I just said I don’t want to talk about it,” Winter says weakly. There’s no bite behind it. She sounds like she’s been crying for hours.

“You’re bleeding,” Cinder points out.

It takes a lot of effort to lower them both to the floor. Winter is heavy, and her entire weight is resting on Cinder’s upper body. The moment she sinks them both down, Winter practically crawls into her lap, seeking comfort like a child.

“I know,” she says, “I know, I know, I know. I’m fine. I just — needed you.”

They haven’t spoken in almost a year, not since Winter said she was joining the military straight after school and Ironwood kicked her out. Cinder doesn’t mention this.

She’s needed Winter the whole time. She doesn’t mention this either.

“Let me guess,” she says quietly, “you told your dad you were taking Ironwood’s offer and he got mad.”

A nod into her shoulder; a muffled sob. She’s always been the only person Winter has ever cried around. It would be an honour, a symbol of trust, if it didn’t fucking suck. “He said he’d take it out on my sister if I left.”

“Piece of shit,” Cinder mutters.

“So I, um. Stuck him to the wall.”

It shocks her so much that she bursts into startled laughter. “Oh my G-d. You did what?”

“Don’t laugh,” Winter says, “but I took my Opa’s swords and, um. Put them through his jacket.”

“You stabbed him?”

“No, just his jacket.”

“You should have,” she grins. “Like, just a little bit. Non-fatally.”

“I’m not going to stab my father, Cinder,” Winter says into her shirt.

“I’ll do it for you, then.”

She turns until her head is buried in the hollow of Cinder’s throat. They haven’t touched each other in so long. “I just — needed you.”

I’ve always needed you, Cinder thinks. I’ve spent every day down here waiting for you to come back.

"I hate your stupid face!"

"That's not what you said when you were kissing me earlier!"

"So are they ever going to get together?"

"I bet fifty [bucks] it'll be in a week."

"You're on."

(Feel free to replace 'bucks' w/ whatever currency applies!)

"I'm coming! Wait for me!"

"You're beautiful."

"Not more than you, darling."

"If the next words that come out of your mouth are 'that's what she said,' I'm turning this fucking space ship around."

"It's going to be okay. I promise."

"I'd kill any of these fuckers for you in a heartbeat."

"I know. Please don't."

"Her?!"

"You're so emo..."

"I'm goth, actually."

WAHHH THANK YOU ;-;

THIS IS SO CUTE. I LOVE

Ship: Alestes/Pham Thi Anh (Trice Forgotten)
Notes: it's been ages since i listened to the podcast, i am so sorry if i don't have their voices down right. that said I Miss Them

"So," Anh presses, "who is it?"

Alestes tries yanking herself away again, but Anh's grip is like a vice. She stares down at the two of them, at Anh's spindly fingers closed around her wrist, and.

And, if she's honest with herself, she doesn't really want this moment to end. Not yet.

"Does it matter?" she settles on.

Anh rolls her eyes. "'Course it does! You're just scared of the consequences, aren't you? Scared little Lestes, doesn't even have the guts to—"

Alestes's stomach twists. "That's not it."

"I didn't think so," Anh murmurs. "You're not a coward."

Alestes stays silent. She disagrees.

"Just tell me," Anh says. "You don't even have to do it yourself! Gammon is betting on us to not team up, isn't he?"

"You haven't exactly made it harder for him."

"I'm distracting him," Anh corrects. "He'll never suspect the revolution."

Like you could ever really kill him, Alestes almost says, but bites her tongue for once. That will just lead to Anh punching her in the nose, and then a brawl like every other time they've done this, and then Alestes will most certainly be discovered and Anh will —

What will Gammon do to Anh, if Alestes fails?

Her sword is still on her hip. Alestes can't reach for it right now, of course; her hand is still trapped in Anh's. This conveniently lets her not think about how she wouldn't reach for it even if she could.

"Alestes," Anh says.

Alestes looks at her then. The shadows are playing over Anh's face. Her hair tumbles around her, loose for once — Alestes had woken her up earlier, tiptoeing by the bunk. In the low light her face looks like it was carved by some deity too careless to realize they had imbued the holy flame in her eyes, the ice in her cheekbones. She's beautiful. She's so beautiful.

"I can't tell you," Alestes whispers.

"I could do it for you," Anh says. "I'd kill any of these fuckers for you in a heartbeat."

"I know." (But would you live for me?) "Please don't."

"Is it Baker?"

"No," Alestes says. "No, thank god."

"Then who?" Anh takes a step forward. Alestes's back hits the wall; all she can do is turn her face away as Anh shoves her face closer. "Just — tell me. Lestes. Please."

Anh never begs. The desperation in her voice is like a lance.

"Annie," Alestes says quietly. She almost brings her hand up to cup Anh's face. She doesn't. "You know already, don't you?"

Anh freezes.

"He wouldn't," she mutters to herself.

"I wouldn't lie to you."

"You could. You do it all the time."

Alestes turns back to face her, then. Anh is staring a hole into the wall besides Alestes's face.

"Anh, look at me."

A strangled noise escapes Anh's throat.

"I know you can do it," Alestes says, with a drop of condescension she doesn't feel.

That immediately gets Anh to slam both hands by either side of Alestes's face. She's still so predictable. "What do you know about me?!"

"We've known each other for years."

"Yeah, we have," Anh says, voice raising in fury. "And you didn't think I'd come with you?"

Alestes stops cold. "What?"

"Look, I. Don't believe you," Anh says. "He wouldn't — he — not like this."

Alestes stays quiet. She remembers Gammon's voice perfectly, stroking his stupid treasure turtle on its shell while telling her who exactly she had to kill.

"But," Anh continues. "We can figure that out later."

"We… can?"

"You're running away, aren't you?"

Alestes doesn't try to deny it.

"Fine," Anh says. "Whatever. But if you think I'm not going with you, you've never understood me at all."

Alestes stares at her. Anh is shorter than her, five foot four inches of rage burning herself into Alestes's retinas.

This isn't how it's supposed to go. They're enemies. They threaten to kill each other every other day. Alestes had understood this logic when it came from Gammon; either her or Anh. One shall remain. Choosing to run had seemed like the only way she could save them both.

But Anh is here, and — and maybe she's right. Maybe Alestes has never understood her after all.

But she has the rest of forever to try.

"Baker's going with us," Alestes says, tilting her chin up. A dare for Anh to object.

Anh just rolls her eyes. "Of course he is."

"It'll be hard." Alestes tries to remember how many coins she'd managed to save. "You won't like it."

"Tell me something I don't know."

"I love you."

They both freeze.

Alestes contemplates jumping into the sea.

Is that fear or hope, dancing in the shadows of Anh's eyes?

"I'm going to—" Anh swallows. She releases her grip on Alestes. Alestes's every nerve screams at her to run.

She stands still and waits.

"Tell me to stop," Anh says hoarsely, and leans in.

It's not at all how Alestes imagined their first kiss to go. She'd thought it would be violent and rough and a battle, like everything else they'd ever shared. She'd thought there would be blood in her mouth.

Anh kisses her slowly, gently, like she's trying to savor Alestes's taste, her fingers cool against Alestes's cheeks.

Alestes is frozen for a beat. Then two. She's kissed people before, quick and dirty and done-for-a-dare, but Anh is different. She's always been. If Alestes isn't careful she starts to think of Anh as the only other person in the world.

She kisses her back.

For an infinitesimal eternity it's just them existing together. Anh's mouth is chapped and tastes inexplicably like cherries, and she holds Alestes's face in her hands like she's afraid Alestes will disappear, and Alestes tangles her fingers in Anh's hair — doesn't pull, just strokes gently, and Anh makes a sound like she's melting, and Alestes thinks she could stay here forever.

Eventually they pull apart. Alestes closes her eyes. Their foreheads are pressed together; their breaths mingle in the space between them.

Anh takes her hand.

Alestes startles, and looks at her, and Anh grins at her in return. Her teeth flash in the light.

"W-we have to go find Baker now," Alestes whispers. God, she's stuttering like a teenager. Anh's grin widens.

"Lead the way," she whispers back.

They start off towards the galley.

"Oh," Anh adds, "in case you didn't know — I love you too."

Ship: Lana Skye/Aura Blackquill (Ace Attorney)

245 words

>Spoilers for AA5 (Dual Destinies)<

“What was she like?” Lana asked one night, her head in Aura’s lap.

Aura let out a deep, wistful sigh. “Oh, Lana, she was wonderful. So dedicated to her work, and such a deeply caring person. I’d never met anyone like her before, and I…” Aura cut herself off, averting her gaze.

“What is it, Aura? You can tell me.”

Aura took a deep, steadying breath. “She was the love of my life and I… I’ve never felt the same way about anyone else ever since,” she said, still unable to meet Lana’s gaze. She worried her bottom lip between her teeth. “I know how that must sound, I-“

“Aura, it’s alright. I must admit, there’s something I’ve kept from you. I apologize, it’s difficult for me to be forthcoming with these things. A long time ago, I was in love with a woman named Mia Fey. And she also-“ Lana hadn’t been expecting to tear up. “She passed away seventeen years ago. God, I’m sorry,” she said with a half-hearted laugh. “Almost two decades and I can barely keep myself from crying. There’s just… so much that I regret.”

Aura laughed. It was a sharp sound, devoid of humor. “Believe me, I understand,” she said, absentmindedly running her fingers through Lana’s hair.

Lana gave her a gentle smile. “I think you might be the only person in the world who does.”

She lifted her head from Aura’s lap. “Join me for a smoke?”

“Yeah.”

"You said you had the key to this."

Edited 2024-06-04 22:02 (UTC)

Ship: Kitty/Yuri
Word Count: 937

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“Q!” Kitty screams at the top of her lungs. There’s the sound of boxes falling in the distance. “IT’S AN EMERGENCY!”

Q comes barreling out of the bedroom and sticks the landing on Minho’s new shipment of Ultra-Rare-Hygienic-Made-From-Fairy-Tears-Probably skincare products. Thank god she won’t be around for the aftermath.

“Good morning, Kitty,” Q says as the afternoon sun beats down on him through the window. His pants are on backwards and he looks like he hasn’t slept in days. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Kitty screams because she thinks that’s the best way to express the news. Q jumps a foot in the air in response.

“Yuri asked me out!” she shrieks.

“The two of you look cute together. I think you should go for it.”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“My point still stands. Okay, slow down.” Q mimics deep breaths like they’re in a grade-school level health class. Kitty doesn’t like the sarcasm but appreciates the gesture. “Start from the beginning. Tell me what happened.”

“I-I don’t know,” she replies, rolling her wrist. “We were just talking and I think I told her she was pretty or something–I mean, she’s always pretty, it’s like saying the grass is green or the sky is blue, did you know the other day–”

“Kitty.”

“Right. Staying on track! I don’t know, it was all out of the blue and then she laughed and she looked at me and it was like one of those slo-mo shots in a romcom and she asked if I wanted to go out with her and I asked her where and then she said no, silly, do you want to be my girlfriend and then I panicked.”

Q closes his eyes slowly like he’s been slapped across the face.

“Okay, that was a lot but that’s good! When did this happen? And where?”

Kitty glances quickly at the door. Q groans and slaps one hand over his forehead.

“Kitty, you didn’t.”

She gives a garbled noise of protest in response.

“I’m sorry, I don’t speak Ukrainian. What I’m sure you’re trying to say though is that you definitely did not slam the door in Yuri’s face after she confessed to you–especially after I had to struggle through a year of watching you hopelessly pine, right?”

“Actually, I asked her for 1-3 business days to think about it.”

“KITTY!”

“Can’t you frame it in a more positive light?” she hisses. Now that Q’s pointed out the door, she’s hyper-aware of it–or more accurately, what’s behind it.

“There is no light that can save this situation!” Q yells back. Wonderful, the whole floor’s probably heard the news by now. Kitty Song Covey is a bisexual disaster who doesn’t have a single thing right in her life–not her grades, not her understanding of her culture and definitely not her love life.

“It’s fine.” Q’s pacing now and it’s not a good pacing. It’s more of an anxious stomping that looks like it’s gonna leave dents in the carpet. “It’s fine! Yuri’s spent a year with you. She knows what you’re like and she still asked you out, which means she likes you for you and I’m sure that slamming a door in her face won’t change that.” They both stare at the dorm door that suddenly looks like it’s looming over the room. “I hope.”

“Okay, moving on. Why didn’t you say yes? You’re clearly crazy about Yuri. And Yuri’s apparently just as crazy about you.”

“I don’t know, Q.” Kitty pushes aside a notebook to make room for her to sit on the counter. It’s probably Minho’s. It makes her feel less bad about the way it falls into the sink. “It’s been a year and I still don’t know if I’m gay or bi or pan or… something else entirely!” Kitty slaps a fat stack of paper on the dining table for emphasis–a physical copy of the Lesbian Masterdoc, courtesy of one crappy KISS Academy printer. “I don’t even know if I like girls! I mean, Yuri’s the only girl that I’ve ever felt like this about… I think?”

Q sticks one hand out into the Kitty-tornado swirling around him.

“Kitty, understanding your sexuality is a process. It’s not always a static thing–sometimes things happen and you learn something new about yourself. And sometimes, the thing you discover at the end of researching all these labels is that you don’t actually like any of them! And that’s totally fine. You don’t need every detail about yourself figured out before you jump into a relationship.”

Kitty blinks up at him wordlessly.

“Kitty, do you like Yuri?” Q asks, and it’s really more of a formality than anything. Kitty nods and thinks it doesn’t even come close to expressing her affection. “Then that’s really all you need.”

“Okay,” Kitty says as she pushes herself off the counter. She’s hopping from foot-to-foot like one of those boxers warming up in the ring before the fight. Q’s in the coach’s corner, hyping her up. “Okay, I can do this!”

Kitty flings open the door to a startled Yuri, still leaning against the wall from where Kitty left her 20 minutes ago.

“Yes, I’ll marry you! Ah, wait, no I meant I’ll go out with you! Please let me be your girlfriend, I promise I won’t mess up this much!” She’s half-sobbing by the end and Yuri nearly doubles over from laughter.

“Is she always like this?” she asks Q.

“You know it.”

“I do.” Yuri looks up at her and there’s that smile again that makes the world melt away. “It’s what I like about her.”

"Oh honey, is this a proposal?"
"Baby, I don't even have a diamond yet."

hello i have no clue who these two characters are but i would just like to say that i read this and am absolutely sobbing, your writing is so beautiful

"You're soooooooooooooo pretty and you're soooooooooooo smart and you're soooooooooo funny--"
"And you're drunk."

"FIGHT, goddamnit!"

"Excuse me, she asked for no pickles."

"Did you know--"
"That jellyfish can't swim on their own? Yes, I've heard you say it 190 times, PLEASE GET ME OUT OF THIS TIME LOOP!"

“YOU! ARE! GAY!”

"It's fine. It sounds like... fun."
"You know what that word means?!"

"You look... cozy."

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YURI SHIPPING OLYMPICS 2024 - BONUS ROUND 2

FILL: Team Anime/Manga

PROMPT: Team Rosemary

PROMPT: Team Rosemary

PROMPT: Team Rosemary

PROMPT: Team Rosemary

PROMPT: Team Rosemary

PROMPT: Team Rosemary

PROMPT: Team Rosemary

PROMPT: Team Rosemary

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Re: FILL: TEAM ACE ATTORNEY

Re: FILL: Team Kittyuri

FILL: TEAM ACE ATTORNEY

FILL: Team Ace Attorney

PROMPT: Team Kittyuri

FILL: Team Kittyuri

PROMPT: Team Kittyuri

Re: FILL: TEAM ACE ATTORNEY

PROMPT: Team Kittyuri

PROMPT: Team Kittyuri

PROMPT: Team Kittyuri

PROMPT: Team Kittyuri

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PROMPT: Team Kittyuri

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