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

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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 OC MOON

[soleilenchaine]

Ship: Kemboja 'Kem'/Orchid. (OC/OC)
Word count: 1,157
Notes: Set in the mid-2010s in my fictionalised version of Southeast Asia (aka the past for my serial OCs).
Both Kem and Orchid are pontianaks/kuntilanaks, vampiric ghosts or spirits in Malaysian and Indonesian folklore, and Kem is wearing a kebaya which is a Javanese top usually worn with a sarong. We love monstergirl yuri, and I love writing SEAsian-centric stories <3

[Edit: just realised i double posted this oops, deleted the duplicate post]
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“Hey, are you awake?” She gently shakes the young ghost’s shoulder, trying her best not to startle her. The ghost stirs a little, but even with a firmer shake of her shoulder Kem couldn’t get her to fully wake up.

“Heavy sleeper, I see,” she sighed. This one might need a firmer wakeup call. “HEY, WAKE UP!”

“AH!” The ghost yelped. She immediately sat up and stared furiously at the woman who yelled directly into her ear.

“Oh my God, why did you do that?! You nearly blew my eardrum.”

“Sorry about that, but you refused to wake up so I had to use some drastic measures.” Kem got up, straightened out her kebaya and lent out a hand to the young ghost. “I've seen you around here. In fact, it’s rare to find new ghosts in this area so I got curious.”

“Oh thanks—wait what?” What did this lady say? “Ghosts?”

“Yes, ghosts.” Kem repeated. “Oh wait, you’re still probably very confused. You’re dead, darling. You’re a ghost now.”

The newly turned ghost was stunned silent. Maybe telling her she was dead just as she woke up wasn’t the best idea, but Kem knew how much more frustrating it would be if this poor soul tried to talk to a living being who wasn’t a medium or wasn’t Fragmented.

“I uh, I-I—hold on, I’m just...” Poor thing.

“Take your time, darling. It will be a long while until you fully adjust. Can you walk?” The ghost nodded. “Good. How about we head to that shed there?” Kem pointed to a shabby, worn-down shed near a small metal gate. “It’s an infinitely better resting place than these trees, it may help you recover your thoughts better.” After another nod from the ghost, both made their way to the shed.

Now that the initial shock has worn off, the ghost started looking at her surroundings, trying to piece together where they currently are. There were many headstones, so many headstones; some were marked, some weren’t; some had offerings, some didn’t; some were kept immaculately clean and tidy, some were left to gather moss.

They finally reached the shed. There was a small veranda with a tin roof, in it was a single wooden bench facing the graveyard. Finally, they sat down on the bench.

“How are you feeling?”

“Better, I think.” The ghost relaxed her shoulders, she didn’t notice how tensed up they were.

“Good! I didn’t catch your name. My name’s Kemboja, but you can call me Kem.” Oh, another flower name.

“I’m Orchid.”

“That’s a very lovely name.”

“Is it? People always said it was lame to be named after a flower, kinda cheesy, no?”

“What?” Exclaimed Kem, visibly irritated. “Nonsense, there is absolutely no such thing as a cheesy name.” She gently lifted Orchid’s chin, their eyes now directly meeting, “I think it’s a wonderfully beautiful name fit for a beautiful person, and a beautiful name needs an equally beautiful pet name.” Kem pursed her lips, her eyes making good note of this flower’s features. Delicate freckled skin, bright brown eyes, a cute button nose. Delicate, dainty, fitting like her namesake.

“Hmm, how about ‘my dearest Orchid’? Or maybe ‘my darling Orchid,’ if that’s too much?”

All the while, Orchid stood there dumbfounded; she wasn’t used to someone complimenting her name in earnest, nor using a pet name. Her name had always been a sticking point for her, but just this once, having someone say it felt a little nice for once.

“Either one’s nice, I like them.” She got a bright, gentle smile from Kem in response, and Orchid’s heart fluttered a little as Kem let her chin go.

Orchid took a better look at Kem. It was extremely rare to see someone dressed neatly in a kebaya, even a simple one like what Kem wore. Only old aunties and grandmas would wear kebayas every day, but the woman in front of her barely looked 30. Judging by the way she spoke to Orchid, Kem was probably much older than she looked.

“Um, how long have I been sleeping?”

“Oh, under the plumerias? Probably around a day.”

“N-no, not under the trees, I mean how long have I been sleeping.”

Kem scrunched her nose and furrowed her eyebrows at Orchid’s response, before realising why she was being so cryptic.

“Oh, well that I can’t tell you, because I genuinely don’t know.” Orchid hung her head in disappointment. “Some souls instantly become ghosts under the right circumstances, some take days, months, even years. But what I can tell you is that you have been sleeping under the plumerias for about a day.” That probably didn’t help much, but it was something.

“Okay, fine. Well, will I know when I—y'know,” Orchid said, vaguely gesturing towards herself.

“Well I don’t know when exactly you’ll figure when and how you died. That’s something you need to figure out yourself. What I can do is help you adjust to your new undead life.” Kem straightened Orchid by her shoulders, startling the poor woman. “First, show me your teeth.”

“Wha-What? Why?”

“Just do it, my dear.”

Hesitantly, Orchid bared her teeth and watched as Kem gently studied them. “Nice fangs, my dear.”

“Oh thanks—wait, fangs!?”

Kem nodded. “Yup. Absolutely beautiful ones you got there. That makes my job guiding you a little easier.” She flashed her own fangs at Orchid. “Welcome to the club, Orchid, my fellow pontianak”

Orchid didn’t know what to think or say. Her being dead—God, I hate saying that—was already a lot to take in, but this?

“I know, I know. All this information is probably a little overwhelming for you right now, but you will get used to it. But first, you need something to eat. You haven’t had anything in at least a day judging by how long you slept, so you must be hungry.”

Now that Kem mentioned it, Orchid was feeling a little hungry. But rather than craving for something like fried rice or laksa, she craved for something with a little more body.

“There are some wild boars a little past that metal gate. Not as tasty as humans, but close enough. That should be enough to keep your cravings at bay.”

Past Orchid, however long ago that was, would have protested at the thought of eating wild boar, never mind draining blood from it, but her hunger was getting stronger and she couldn’t think straight.

“Okay, let’s go now.” She tugged at Kem’s sleeve, itching to get away from the graveyard.

“Hey, careful. This kebaya’s much older than you and I don’t want it ripped.”

“Oh, sorry. Wait, can ghost clothes get damaged?”

“Yes, and it’s a pain to get them fixed. Not a lot of tailors in the undead world, sadly, much less someone who can still handle clothing from the 1940s.”

Wait. 1940s!?

“You still have lots to learn, my darling Orchid.”