YURI SHIPPING OLYMPICS 2024 - BONUS ROUND 4

[a1c0bb]

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

Comments

FILL: Team Anime/Manga

[hopelessgemini]

word count: 897

pairing: suletta mercury/miorine rembran

fandom: mobile suit gundam: the witch from mercury

characters: suletta mercury, miorine rembran

a/n: i was going for a helen of troy vibe but i thought miorine being from sparta wouldn't really fit given the Everything about her

//

The sunsets over Athens are beautiful. Suletta finds herself drawn to the windows in the evening more often than not, determined to watch it sink below the horizon. Miorine’s house has one of the best views in the entire city, she thinks, and it’s moments like these that make her all the more grateful for her hospitality.

Still — she sits down in the wake of the sun, finding the horizon as she always does, turns so she can pretend she’s found Troy, nestles against the world’s edge — she misses home with an ache so fierce it burns. She wishes she could take Miorine with her when she leaves; that way she could keep the memory of the sunsets with her, pressed against her heart.

It was Miorine who showed her the sunset over the city for the first time, and it’ll be Miorine who walks her down to the docks at the end of her last day. It’s always Miorine, she thinks; it’s always Miorine.

Something shifts in the house behind her. She doesn’t turn to look, unable to tear her eyes away from the sky, but she knows it’s Miorine from the sound of her footfalls on the tiles, the warm, familiar echo of her breathing.

“Good evening,” she says, to be polite, “how was your meeting with your father?”

Miorine scoffs. “I’d rather not talk about it, if it’s all the same to you.”

“Mm.” Suletta opens her arms and Miorine pads forward, slots in just like she always does. “Shaddiq again?”

“Worse. Guel.”

“Eugh.”

She’s silent for a long moment, tracing her fingers along the hem of Suletta’s shirt. Suletta lets her, of course, because Miorine’s touch has always made her feel alive in a way nothing else ever has. She rests her chin against the top of her head in quiet companionship, humming softly.

“When do you leave?”

It’s a soft, innocent question. Miorine asks her the same way she always does, tongue catching against the words like she can’t bear to think about their separation, but there’s something else lingering there — something raw and aching and desperate. Suletta dips her head to press a kiss to her hairline. “Soon. A fortnight, maybe.”

Miorine sighs against the hem of her shirt, against her collarbone. “That’s not long.”

“I know. I’ll miss you.”

It’s true. She’ll miss Miorine more than she missed her home while she was here, more than she missed her mom and her sister and the sky over the sea in the mornings.

And it’s this that draws her attention to the hesitation in her voice when she speaks, the strange tightness. “What if — we did something stupid?”

“Hm?”

Her voice catches, her breath comes quicker. “What if I went to Troy with you? When you left? I —”

Suletta catches up slowly, but when she does, it shocks her into jolting, nearly dislodging Miorine in her lap. “What? You want to — what? Your father would never let you do that.”

“So I won’t tell him.” She looks up at her then, eyes sparking with determination. “I’ll run. I don’t care. I can’t — I can’t be here anymore, Suletta. I want to go where you go.”

She blinks, and there’s the future with Miorine, laid out in front of her — Miorine walking with her in Troy, fingers threaded together; Miorine’s hair splayed out on her pillow, sleeping quietly next to her in her bed; Miorine’s eyes in the firelight she knows so well — blinks again, and there’s her father’s spear hanging over the door, the casual threat of war. Suletta looks down at her, clinging to the front of her shirt with raw heat in her eyes, and swallows thickly.

“You, um. Your father — he’ll come after you if you leave. He’s a general. He’ll fight for you.”

Miorine clenches her jaw. “I’ll fight for you,” she says stubbornly. “I don’t care what he does. He can’t touch us.” And, suddenly, thick with new emotion. “Propose to me before you go. Ask me to marry you, right in front of him, and he’ll let us leave.” She tightens her fists in Suletta’s shirt, draws her close. “I want it to be you.”

That knocks her sideways. Suletta stares at her, gasping for breath, and finds that she doesn’t have the words to respond. She’s never been the best with speeches. What comes out is soft and urgent and simple: “I love you, Miorine. You know that.”

Miorine blinks. “I — yes, well,” she says, almost numbly, “yes, I did, I suppose. I could have — surmised that, probably. I love you as well. Obviously.”

She opens and closes her mouth, searching for the right words. “I — um, you won’t entirely like this, I don’t think, but. If you want to come with me, I — I’d like you there very much.” Great, now she’s crying; she can feel it building on her lips, in her eyes. “Building a life with you, back home, it’s — all I’ve been able to think about since I met you, really. So, um, if you can promise me we’ll do it without putting my home in danger, I’ll take you. And if you can’t —” she screws up her face, trying to sound confident, “I think I’d be okay with staying here with you.”

She wouldn’t be, is the thing, but she could learn. She’d do anything for Miorine, she’s discovering.