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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FILL: Team Webcomics/Webtoons

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Ship: Gideon Nav/Harrowhark Nonagesimus, The Locked Tomb
Words: 240
Notes: These River bubble AUs are getting more and more dire. Oh dear.

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The street is empty and the sun is high. Harrow stands alone in the dust.

“She’s a good shot,” Marta tells her from her seat on the shaded boardwalk. “If you don’t outdraw her, you’re dead.”

“Good, I’ll just have to do that,” Harrow responds, too high on fear and adrenaline for anything more coherent.

“You could still call this off, you know,” Dulcinea adds from the opposite side, leaning on her cane. “Take your horse, ride off into the sunset before she gets here and all that. You’d never get to show your face around here again, of course, but you can’t do that if you’re dead either.”

“I’m not leaving,” Harrow says. “If I die, I die.”

“Gallant as always,” Dulcinea responds. “I don’t know if I should admire you or fear for you. Both in equal measure, perhaps?”

“All depends on who wins,” counters Marta. “If you live, you’re a hero. If you die, you’re a fool. There’s going to be one hero and one fool on this street, we just don’t know who’s who yet.”

On the far side of town, a rider dismounts from her horse. She’s shrouded in black, a red bandana across her face, red hair above it. She twirls her pistols, holsters them, and approaches slowly.

From Marta: “Shoot her dead.”

From Dulcinea: “Don’t make a choice you’ll regret.”

And from Abigail: “This had bloody well better not be how it happens.”