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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
PROMPT: Team OC Moon
Date: 2024-07-03 11:32 am (UTC)FILL: Team Anime/Manga
Date: 2024-07-08 09:55 pm (UTC)word count: 322
pairing: suletta mercury/miorine rembran
fandom: mobile suit gundam: the witch from mercury
a/n: i remembered gwitch and shakespeare, burst into tears, and by the time i stopped crying this had appeared in my google docs
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Miorine turns to face Suletta as she pulls herself over the balcony, lips quirking. “What are you doing here?”
Suletta grins at her. “Coming to visit you. I wanted to see you.”
She’s been getting bolder with that smile, throwing it around like she knows what it does to Miorine’s heart. Miorine steps up to her as she rights herself, presses her fingers to the shoulders of her jacket over smooth, clear Mercurian blue, and stands on her tiptoes to kiss the corner of her mouth. Suletta flushes. “I wanted to see you too,” she says as she pulls away, “I missed you.”
“My mom’s gonna kill me.” Her voice doesn’t carry a hint of regret. “I roped Eri in, too. She brought me here.”
Right, Miorine thinks, right. Suletta cannot walk very far by herself, not since the last duel. And yet she insists on climbing in through the balcony, insists on bringing her roses and violets and lavender whenever they go too long without seeing each other. Her hands shake as they hook around Miorine’s waist, drawing her back in for another kiss, and it’s got nothing to do with the nerves.
“Stay the night,” she offers. Suletta pulls back to stammer at her; Miorine silences her with another kiss. “Not like that, you loser. Tell Eri to head back home and I’ll escort you down tomorrow morning. I could call you a messenger for Guel.”
She grins. Suletta laughs. “Your dad wouldn’t believe me for a second.”
“Then I’ll tell him to fuck off.”
She laughs again, clear and bright. G-d, Miorine loves her. “I’d like to see that. I think you scare him a little.”
She doesn’t, not one bit, but it’s funny to contemplate. “I try,” she acquiesces, tilting her head, not sure if Suletta genuinely thinks that or if she assumes she’s generally terrifying. And she adds, just because she can, “Kiss me again.”
Suletta obliges.