YURI SHIPPING OLYMPICS 2024 - BONUS ROUND 2

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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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PROMPT: Team Tokusatsu Yuri Ships United Front

[unenchantingly]

"You know, teaching can be a dangerous profession."
"Yes, I imagine espionage is a much safer choice."

FILL: TEAM ACE ATTORNEY

[ghostvines]

Ship: Susato Mikotoba/Haori Murasame
Notes: This is a Spy x Family AU don’t even worry about it (Barok is Henderson, Iris is Anya, Susato/Ryuutarou is Loid, Haori is Yor). I am too tired to figure out if this is in character or not pls just take it
More Notes: ft. “the naruhodous” not actually containing a single naruhodou

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Barok’s hand instinctively goes to his sword when the window glass shatters. His other hand flies out to shield his students from the glass — though it seems the perpetrator knows what they’re doing, as the shards mostly fall around the windowframe, not enough velocity to hurt anyone.

No, wait. The perpetrators, it seems.

“Where is she?” snarls the woman who flips through the window first. Barok almost doesn’t recognize her in her new outfit — the needle she spins in front of her is enough deterrent for him to back away, though not to lift his hands. Best not give the Thorn Princess any more access to his ribcage than necessary.

The Thorn Princess… who he recognizes as Haori Naruhodou.

Then that means —

“Please give it up, Mr. van Zieks,” another voice says coolly, and he jolts when he sees the second figure climb through the broken glass. They’re together? He had assumed they would split up, divide the work that way… “I would advise you not to draw your sword. I assure you that Ibarahime” (inclining his head towards Mrs Naruhodou) “can dissect you faster than you can blink.”

Oh. That’s a gun.

Barok has dealt with more dangerous assailants before, of course, but it is still something of a shock seeing such a weapon in the hand of a man who, just a few weeks ago, was discussing Iris’s physical education classes with him over scones.

“Ryuutarou Naruhodou,” he says. The gun hand does not waver, but Barok sees his eyes widen. “I wouldn’t have thought you to be a traitor to the East.”

Naruhodou sighs. “We don’t want to hurt you, Mr van Zieks,” he says, still with perfectly polite grammatical construction as always. “Raise your hands above your head.”

Singular you. Barok doesn’t dare glance towards the rows of students hiding under their desks — with any luck the brats will know to stay under cover, but he thinks he can hear Wilhelm complaining to his friends quietly. And it’s not how he’d ever imagined himself going down, but — “Not until you tell me what you want.”

“You know,” Mrs Naruhodou remarks like she’s commenting on the weather, “teaching can be a dangerous profession.”

It’s a threat. He eyes the needle she’s spinning as effortlessly as cotton candy, trying to conjure the clumsy, doting mother of Iris Wilson who he’d personally interviewed. Had it all been a lie? Were all Westalis people just like Ge— like that man?

He hears himself saying with a bitterness he doesn’t feel: “Yes, I imagine espionage is a much safer choice, ‘Mr Naruhodou.’”

“If you dare go after S—“

“Haori-sama,” Naruhodou says, with a touch to her shoulder. “It’s alright. He wouldn’t hurt her. …Or me, I suppose.”

Mrs Naruhodou pauses instantly, but the narrowed-eyes look remains. “You’re sure?”

“I…” Naruhodou casts a long look at him. “Yes. I’m certain.”

Mrs Naruhodou exhales and takes a step back, though she’s still tensed. Like an arrow waiting to fly.

So quickly that Barok almost misses it: Naruhodou brushes a strand of his wife’s hair behind her ear.

So they really are in love, Barok thinks. That part was never fake, was it?

His chest hurts. He won’t think about his brother, or about that man. He won’t.

“Please,” Naruhodou says to him again. “Hands over your head.”

“What are you going to do to them,” Barok hisses.

“Wha—“ Naruhodou’s hand flies to his mouth. “To the children?”

“Who the fuck do you think we are?” Mrs Naruhodou snaps. “She—I mean, he would never!”

“We aren’t here to hurt any of you,” Naruhodou stresses. “We just — we just want Iris.”

“She’s your real daughter, then?”

Barok doesn’t know why he even bothers to ask. Maybe he just has to know for sure that he’s dealing with a monster.

But try as he might…

“She is,” Mrs Naruhodou says, and her eyes are like fire. “In everything but name.”

“She’ll be safe,” adds Naruhodou. “I can promise that much.”

Barok — should neutralize them as fast as possible.

Instead he raises his hands.

Naruhodou does not fire.

Barok inhales. Calls, “Iris?”

“Here!” Muffled from the third desk.

Barok glares at the Naruhodous. “You should lower your weapons, too.”

Mrs Naruhodou looks ready to argue, but the point is rendered moot as soon as she opens her mouth when a pink blur emerges and bowls over the Thorn Princess, legendary assassin of Garden, as she shouts, “MAMA!”

Naruhodou casts Barok a weary smile. “Thank you very much, Mr van Zieks.”

“Get out of my classroom,” Barok says.

“At once.”