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micah ([personal profile] a1c0bb) wrote in [community profile] yurishippingolympics2024-07-02 12:41 am
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YURI SHIPPING OLYMPICS 2024 - BONUS ROUND 4



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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FILL: Team Webcomics/Webtoons

[personal profile] static_prevails 2024-07-15 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus, The Locked Tomb
Words: 208
Notes: First in (hopefully!) a series of River bubble AUs which I’ll be posting until time runs out tonight.

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Harrow sits nervously at the counter, checking her watch every few seconds, trying and failing to ground herself in the clink of glasses and the fizz of their contents.

This is exactly where the tall and muscular redheaded stranger in the leather jacket had told her to wait, exactly when she told Harrow to expect her. She glances to the window, sees nothing, runs through a million panicked scenarios in her mind - a tragic crash, a cruel joke, a last-second change of heart - that might get between her and her very first-

“…date?”

Harrow had forgotten Dulcinea’s presence. (She had been there the whole time, surely?)

“Lost in your own world again?” Dulcinea smiles gently. “Checking your watch isn’t going to make it move any faster, you know.”

“I know,” Harrow responds with what she hopes is not petulance. “I just… you really think that a girl like that would go for a girl like me?”

“I think anyone would be lucky to have a girl like you,” Dulcinea responds, laying a hand on Harrow’s trembling arm.

And as the sound of a motorcycle approaches, and Harrow’s heartbeat accelerates in time, Magnus turns from his place behind the counter and says:

“Is this how it happens?”