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 ACE ATTORNEY

[ghostvines]

Ship: Susato Mikotoba/Haori Murasame
Notes: oh my GOD doing oldtimey writing almost killed me dead and this isnt even that oldtimey. ohhh god. this round is going to kill me but i’ll have fun while it does

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“I fear to stain you,” Susato rasped.

The candlelight played over her face, twisting odd amber shapes over her cheekbones. Her eyes glinted dark brown, though I was certain, looking at her sidelong, that they flashed red under the light.

So this was him, I thought, in a sort of dazed wonder. All the whispered rumors that they thought I couldn’t hear, the grim looks on Dr Mikotoba’s face, the sheep and cattle drained dry within a single night — they had suspected unnatural forces, I knew, even while they’d told me to just keep brewing medicine for anemia, there’s a sweet girl, Haori — this was the cause.

Susato Mikotoba. My dearest friend.

“Stain me, I don’t care,” I said, and held out my arm. And oh, Mother, if you are reading this you will think me foolish, perhaps fatally so; but if only you had seen the look on her face then, so raw with sorrow and hunger.

I would do anything for her. Anything.

And before you suspect unnatural forces again: this has always been true. I love her, with all the moods and tenses of the verb, and there is nothing that could be more natural than that.

She was shaking her head. She had tucked her hair into a cap and was wearing a cape, but I would recognize her by voice anywhere. “I could not ask you to,” she said, voice dangerously weak. “I may not be able to stop.”

“Su, you look half perished.”

“Father was so worried about the animals,” she said quietly. “I thought — I could survive without for a few days —”

“Of course you did,” I said, meaning it with fondness. From her stricken expression I knew I had failed, so I took a step forward and brushed a stray lock of her hair behind her ear. She inhaled, sharp and ragged. I noted dilation of the pupils for purely scientific reasons.

“Please,” she said, her voice cracking. “I shouldn’t…”

“I’m a doctor, remember? I’ll be alright. Perfectly fine, even.”

She took a shuddering breath, biting her lip. The anxiety on my dear friend’s face warred with another expression I’d never seen from her, something sharp and focused and almost predatory.

“You must promise me,” she said finally: “Haori, pull me away when I take too much. By any means necessary.”

“I will.”

She almost made to cup my cheek (which, to be truthful, almost made me black out) then startled at herself and reached for my arm instead. I scarcely dared to breathe. She lifted my wrist to her mouth; in the dim light, I thought, we might have been mistaken for a knight swearing a vow to his lady.

She looked up at me. Our eyes met; a silent promise.

She bit down.