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YURI SHIPPING OLYMPICS 2024 - BONUS ROUND 7
For this round, we want to see prompts that are based on settings or locations! For your prompts, please provide a location or setting. It can be as specific or as abstract as you want, and can be in any medium you prefer!
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 FIRE EMBLEM
FILL: TEAM ACE ATTORNEY
After it is all finished — after a delighted Iris starts to yawn and has to be carried back to the car by a weary Ryuunosuke Naruhodou — after Susato finishes cleaning up the last few pellets of Nerf gun fire wedged between the ancient cobblestone — she turns to Haori.
“Are you alright, Haori-sama?”
“Whuh?” Haori stirs awake, then bolts upright. “Ah! Ryuutarou-san! I’m so sorry! I laced your cheek!”
Susato touches the cut. Truthfully, she’d almost forgot about it with all the adrenaline of the night, but it does sting. “It’s alright,” she says. “You were drunk.”
“That’s no excuse! Here,” and Haori produces an antiseptic wipe from the sleeve of her dress. “I’ll clean the skin around it for you.”
“Ah! No, I can do it myself!” Susato snatches the wipe from an approaching Haori. She’s sure she’s turning red — it’s a good thing Iris isn’t around to see; she wouldn’t want to be accused of flirting again.
“Oh, okay,” Haori says, then produces a bandage. It has a fun picture of a ladybug on it. “Do you want this at least?”
“Um… do you have any without pictures?”
“Oh! Right!” Haori instantly comes up with a box of bandages with a full range of skin tones. “Here you go. Very useful for when, ah, accidents happen.”
Did Susato just hear an ominous Latin choir behind the word accidents? No, that kind of thing only happens in TV shows.
“Thank you,” Susato says, then pauses. “…Why do you have so much medical equipment on you?” Aren’t I supposed to be the doctor? Though a psychological one…
Haori startles, hand flying to her mouth. “Ah! It’s just! Um… a habit!”
“A habit?”
“Yes! From taking care of Yuri for so long. He was always getting into scrapes. Ahaha.”
“Oh,” Susato says, nodding in understanding. Of course, Twilight! How could you forget about scrapes?
She peels the bandage carefully and sticks it to her skin, trying not to wonder how warm Haori’s fingers would be if she’d helped “Ryuutarou” with it. Maybe she would cup Susato’s cheek with one hand. Maybe Susato would have felt — safe.
This is a ridiculous concept, of course. Susato is Twilight, most elite spy of Westalis, conducting a mission of utmost importance, and she’s standing next to the one person who absolutely cannot know anything real about her ever. Not even her name.
“I’m sorry I broke your high heel,” Susato says when the silence begins to hang in the air, like the ivy crawling over the cobblestone walls.
“It’s alright! I have three copies of exactly the same ones!”
Susato nods with approval; she herself owns seven identical versions of her current shirt because nothing else has the right texture. Haori is a woman after her own heart. “That’s a relief to hear.”
“Ryuutarou!” Ryuunosuke’s voice drifts over. Susato darts over and peers through the window — really a chunk of missing wall — to see him waving from ground level. “We should get going!”
Susato extends a hand to Haori and smiles. “Shall we?”
Haori stares at her.
“…Is there something on my face?”
“Um, a bandage,” Haori says. “But I meant to say — you’re such a gentleman.”
“Oh.” Something warm fizzes in her chest. “Thank you.”
Thankfully Haori takes her hand instead of roundhouse kicking her in the face out of embarrassment.
Re: FILL: TEAM ACE ATTORNEY
FILL: Team Anime/Manga
Not for the first time, Winter wakes up alone. The only sign that the Prince was here in the first place are the sheets, tangled around her legs, and the slightly ajar window at the other side of the room.
She sits up blearily, running a hand through her hair. There’s no hope for the sheets, she’ll have to get them washed. “Cinder?” she calls experimentally, just to double check — Cinder has a habit of forgetting where she is in the middle of getting dressed, and it’s caused problems for them in the past — and gets out of bed when no response comes, kicking her way out of the sheets.
The other side is still warm. She can’t have left more than ten minutes ago. It’s a miracle she didn’t wake Winter up in the process; she’s always been a light sleeper.
//
Winter gets dressed and makes her way to the training grounds without much preamble. Technically, she’s on sick leave. Realistically, she’d rather die than miss a day of training, even if she's just sitting in.
There are a few knights hanging around the entrance to the stables when she reaches the grounds, a few of the Ace Operatives she knows and a few she doesn’t. They all go quiet when she approaches.
Winter glances between them, anticipating the usual mix of guilt and defiance. Most of the other knights don’t like her very much, and she’s more or less made her peace with that. “What?”
“Where’s the Prince?” Harriet says immediately. Elm slaps the back of her head; she swats Elm’s forearm in retaliation.
Winter raises an eyebrow. “Somewhere on the grounds, surely.”
(Cinder goes missing at least once a week. They’re all used to it.)
“Look for her,” Harriet snaps back, which earns her another slap and a warning look. That’s what’s unusual, Winter decides; this isn’t the kind of tension she’s familiar with. Whatever they’re keeping from her, they’re doing it intentionally.
“Fine,” she sighs, “where’s my horse?”
//
Winter heads to the usual place.
The midday sun is high overhead by the time she arrives. Cinder is sitting in a pool of shadow at the edge of the copse, watching the silhouette of the castle in the distance. She doesn’t look up when Winter’s horse pulls up beside her, doesn’t look up when Winter extends a hand to her and says, “They’re looking for you. And they’re being bloody weird about it, too.”
“Weird is Harriet’s default,” she says idly. “I notified them of my departure, actually. I have something to ask you.”
Winter dismounts somewhat ungracefully — she’s on sick leave, after all — and crosses the grass to sit beside her on the log she’s commandeered. They must look ridiculous like this, the knight in her riding leathers and the Prince without her regalia, hidden away in the shadows.
“Go on, then,” she says, “ask me.”
Cinder glances at her out of the corner of her eye. A smirk plays at the corner of her lips, far more familiar than this weird melancholy. “Later, babe. Watch the castle with me.”
“You’re being odd,” Winter says pointedly, but she sits with her anyway. “If you’re going to ask me to marry you, wait until I’m not on sick leave.”
Cinder laughs. “Okay,” she grins, “I’ll wait.”
FILL: TEAM KITTYURI
artwork
Fill: Team Touhou
Sequel? Sequel.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/58615609