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

[scallioncreamcheesebagel]

Time travel + Language barrier

FILL: TEAM CATRADORA

[asaphida]

Words: 508
Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)
Ship: Adora/Catra

The new girl latches onto Catra immediately. The rumors are that she was found in a field, alone, and needed three full-grown soldiers to bring her in. She doesn't speak, follows directions slow, and fumbles plenty of simple weapons, but her hand-to-hand combat is like nothing Catra's ever seen before. When she smiles, it makes Catra's heart seize under her ribs, so she puts up with her.

When Catra thumps on her chest and says her name, the girl makes sounds that are close enough to "Adora." And something quiet in Catra squirms with it, even though the girl doesn't seem to know what Adora means. What Adora doesn't understand about speech, she more than makes up for on the sparring mat.

They're on their way to a training session on the other side of the compound when Adora stops short.

Catra, holding Adora's hand to guide her and not any other reason, tugs lightly. "C'mon," she says. "We're going to be late."

Adora points to the wall, where jagged lines connect circles and triangles. Nonsense sounds spill from her lips.

"It's just First Ones stuff." Scattered across the Fright Zone are more designs. The Horde doesn't have the time to waste on such things, but some of the old markings are still here. "It doesn't mean anything."

Adora's learned a few words over the week since she arrived. "Stop," she says, with the same intonation that Cobalt does during training. Adora points again, insistent. Her eyes plead.

They're going to be late, and probably get half-rations, but Catra hasn't figured out how to make herself tell Adora no.

Adora runs her fingers over the carvings, emotion raw on her face. She trails along each line, murmuring sounds one after another, almost like she's reading. But Adora can't read, she can barely speak, and besides-

Something clicks in Catra's head.

"You're a First One," she says. They should be centuries extinct. Adora's right here, warm where their hands still clasp.

Adora looks up, eyebrows furrowed. Catra touches the wall, then Adora's arm, and back. That impossible smile unwinds on Adora's face, glowing.

Catra listens to the sounds Adora makes when she talks, close this time. It's melodic, bubbly, notes tumbling over each other. It's beautiful. Catra could listen to Adora talk all day.

Catra catches a word that might be Adora's name, or it might be - "Door," Catra says. "Did you say door?"

"Door," Adora says, lifting a hand in a half-circle. She taps on her chest with one hand and sweeps it through the other. "Go. Door."

This has to be magic, which can do terrifying, horrible things. It might as well be able to make people travel through time.

Catra swallows. She mimes the same signs back, in reverse. "Do you want to go home?"

Adora pauses, hand going back to the wall. "Go," she says, halting. She finds Catra's hand again. When she taps a tangle of carved lines, she squeezed Catra's palm. "C'mon."

Catra's hand pulses back while she blinks hard. "Okay," she says, and Adora's eyes go bright enough that, maybe, she understands. "We'll try."