YURI SHIPPING OLYMPICS 2024 - BONUS ROUND 4

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for this bonus round, the theme is historical fiction! prompts inspired by specific moments in (real or fictional) history.

this round will end on july 15th

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)

[gentleralts]

All-American Girl's Professional Baseball League AU (1943-1954)

FILL: Tokusatsu Yuri Ships United Front

[eloquentalias]

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Awakening
Ship: Lissa/Maribelle
Words: 772

Before Lissa got up to pitch for her first game in the league, she felt as if all the buzz and bustle of the day were happening outside of her, to someone else, and she was just watching.

She'd been training for months, and still the lead-up to an actual game was more surreal than she imagined. Everyone present in the locker room, all at once, setting their hair and painting their faces because their bosses' approval depended on it. Having people other than Maribelle fuss over her, saying their new pitcher had to be absolutely picture perfect. The coach, mistaking Lissa's unusual quiet for nerves and assuring her she'd do a wonderful job.

Lissa knew she would. If there were anything in the world she had confidence in it was her ability to throw a ball with power, stronger than any other girl in the softball leagues she played in before getting scouted.

Frederick had made sure she was strong, prior to his enlistment, ensuring that even if Lissa were hopeless at fancy parties she'd never find herself in a scenario entirely without hope. And Chrom had always played ball with her, despite everyone in the world telling him he was too old for catch with his little sister. He caught her throws without complaint even when he started having to wear catching gloves for it, and from the way two of them talked about her throws Lissa knew without a doubt she was about to stun everyone in the audience with her pitches.

Still, she didn't feel embodied as the team walked out and the crowd cheered. This couldn't be her life, not clumsy little Lissa Ylisse, who'd never be as proper a lady as anyone wanted. They must have been straining to get a look at the other team's new pitcher, or looking at her for faults.

Those were the kinds of thoughts plauging Lissa through the start of the game, until it was time to take their positions and before she let Lissa go to the mound, Maribelle grabbed Lissa's hand.

"Are you alright, darling?"

Lissa thought for a second that out of the two of them, perhaps Maribelle should be the one finding the present surreal.

It was Maribelle who'd never played before when she offered to help Lissa train, it was Maribelle who tried to demure when she was invited alongside Lissa, and it was Maribelle who eventually conceded to being catcher even though it was "easily the least attractive" position, she had said, "what with all the padding".

In spite of all of that, when it came down to the wire it was Maribelle whose eyes were clear on the field.

"If you need to sit down I can get you some water," Maribelle said, frowning and looking Lissa over as she took both Lissa's hands and squeezed, "perhaps even some iced tea if you need some sugar, Coach can't object if it's absolutely necces-"

Her concern brought Lissa back to Earth.

Maribelle was here, they were going to play baseball, and that was real. Never mind what field they were on or who was watching - Maribelle was here and they were going to play together, and that was the most natural thing in the world.

Lissa felt herself come to life again, and even managed some energy in her voice for:

"No no, I'm fine."

Lissa even found herself smiling, as Maribelle's concern turned to confusion.

"I've got you, Mari, I can't be anything but fine."

Maribelle's confusion turned to a deep flush, and she dropped Lissa's hands. Adorable, Lissa thought, though that was the kind of thing Maribelle started to protest if LIssa said it.

"Good then, let's get to the game!"

She left Lissa for the catcher's box and Lissa, finally, got on the pitcher's mound.

Lissa could take it from here, she realized. It was a beautiful sunny day with only the loveliest, picture perfect clouds in the sky, and all Lissa had to do was throw the ball to Maribelle.

The rest, the complicated stuff, could come later.

Lissa waited while everyone else got into position, eyes firmly on Maribelle. The batter walked up as the announcer started saying it was time to play ball, and still Lissa watched her best friend, whose eyes remained clear behind the cage of the helmet.

A whistle signaled it was time to begin, and Lissa barely even waited. She threw her best ball, with all her heart, and the batter didn't stand a chance.

Maribelle caught the throw, heart and all, and Lissa knew it was going to be a wonderful game.