YURI SHIPPING OLYMPICS 2024 - BONUS ROUND 3

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For this bonus round, we're looking for prompts inspired by plant/flower symbolism and the language(s) of flowers!

Here are some resources on flower meanings:
Script Florist
Farmer's Almanac
Wikipedia: Hanakotoba
Wikipedia: Plant Symbolism

This round will end on July 1st.

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 OC MOON

[scallioncreamcheesebagel]

Foxgloves have a history of folklore related to fairies. It is said that planting foxgloves will attract fairies, and that depending on the size of the fairy and the specific myth, they may wear the foxglove bloom as a dress, wear it as a hat, or if particularly small, use it for shelter and sleep inside.

FILL: Team Kittyuri

[missiletoe]

Ship: Kitty/Yuri
Word Count: 722
i love fairy yuri

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Minho makes fun of all the foxgloves she plants until a fairy shows up on her doorstep one day.

“Hi,” she says for lack of better options, hoping against hope that pleasantries are universal. The fairy blinks slowly at her in response.

The fairy in front of her doesn’t fit the typical stereotype from stories. She’s a little bit taller than Kitty with her feet an inch above the ground, the silver wings on her back beating back and forth in some cross between a hummingbird and a bee. They glint brilliantly where they catch the light.

No one told her fairies that wore denim jackets instead of ballerina tutus. No one told her that fairies were this pretty either. (She would’ve planted more foxgloves then.)

“I’m Kitty,” she says, wiping her palm against her apron to get the sweat off. She sticks it awkwardly out to her when it's not quite dry but at least less damp.

“Yuri,” the fairy responds. Her voice is a melody that would put a choir to shame.

Yuri noticeably does not take her hand and Kitty eventually lets it fall limp against her side.

“I heard that you guys sometimes use these things as hats!” she says, gesturing towards the pink flowers blooming between them.

They both stare at the petals that can’t be more than a few inches wide unfurled.

“A hat,” Yuri echoes dully. “For my finger maybe.”

“Ah,” Kitty replies eloquently and makes a mental note to find whoever the fuck published the latest almanac on fairies and beat the absolute life out of them for the inaccuracy.

“Why didn’t you come earlier–when I first planted the foxgloves?”

Yuri shrugs as she leans against the fencepost.

“Would you trust a pot of gold that appeared one day on the side of the road?”

“Touché,” Kitty says but Yuri still reaches for the flowers regardless. She plucks them up by the stem and folds them into a pocket in her jacket that seems to spill out into infinity. A pocket dimension in her pocket. Kitty giggles.

“What do you want, Kitty from KISS?” Yuri asks her.
She jolts at the words before remembering the shaky lettering going across the wood. Kitty’s KISS Cabin, she had spelled out in paint one time when she was twelve with too much free time on her hands and though the letters have faded, she keeps the colors around for nostalgic reasons. Or something like that.

“You don’t have to,” she explains, trying to cram a childhood into her words. “That’s–you can call me just Kitty.”

“Just Kitty,” Yuri echoes and Kitty doesn’t have the heart or the energy to correct her.

“I heard you’d grant a wish if I could find one of you,” Kitty says, voice hopeful. Yuri stares at her like she’s trying to study her in the sunlight.

“We don’t grant wishes,” she replies, bemused. “You’re thinking of genies. What would you have wished for?”

“For my neighbor to have bad skin for the rest of his life.”

Yuri blinks at her and Kitty’s not sure if it’s amusement or disappointment in her eyes this time.

“You summoned a fairy from the woods to play a prank on your neighbor.”

“It wouldn’t be a prank–he treats his skin like it’s made of gold or something! It would have devastated him.”

Yuri laughs for the first time in their conversation–laughs a real laugh that has her clutching at her stomach and wiping tears from her eyes. She looks almost human like this, save for the giant silver wings still beating behind her back.

“Just Kitty, you are the most interesting person I’ve met in a while,” she sighs, rubbing at her cheeks. “Why don’t you come with me–just for a little bit?”

Kitty stalls like an overturned engine. She’d been a good kid. She had all the rules drilled into her growing up–don’t riddle with trolls, don’t invite vampires in, don’t go home with fairies.

But clearly the people who wrote the rules have never met a fairy like Yuri and Kitty’s never been one to play it safe–she planted flowers on the off-chance they’d attract fairies after all. Kitty takes her hand amidst all the ringing alarm bells going off in her head.

“Lead the way.”