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micah ([personal profile] a1c0bb) wrote in [community profile] yurishippingolympics2025-05-25 10:23 pm
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BONUS ROUND 1: THROWBACK PROMPTS

bonus round 1 prompt infographic, lists the themes of all old bonus rounds: fanmixes, mythology, genre fusion, prompt fusion, dialogue, flower language, historical fiction, competition In this round, we'll be using prompts from last year's bonus rounds! You can either come up with a prompt based on the previous themes, fill a prompt from previous bonus rounds, or fill a prompt that's been posted this year!

Here is the tag with all the previous bonus rounds!

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]

If you're filling from a 2023/2024 prompt, please link to their prompt in your post!

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FILL: TEAM YELLOW TANABE

[personal profile] arsquare 2025-05-29 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Ship: Kakeru/Michiru (Kekkaishi)
Words: 2,173

For the past three days, Kakeru has been drifting in and out of uneasy sleep, curled up in yellowed blankets. Her choppy blonde hair sticks uncomfortably to her sweaty neck, but she's still cold, so cold. She doesn't know what's broken, her sense of the outside temperature, or her body's ability to maintain homeostasis, and she's in too much pain to care.

No. 1 (they call him Shuichi these days, after deciding it was too dehumanizing to continue calling him a number) had been bringing Kakeru food every day, but most of it went untouched. She couldn't keep anything more solid than broth down. It was all she could do to stumble out of bed and make a hazy beeline towards the nearest restroom in the Shadow Organization branch. When she finally recovers in two weeks, she wouldn't be able to remember any of this in clarity. But right now, her eyelids flutter, she's slipping between the firm, slightly wrinkled cot (cold, so cold), and a soft, warm lap.

Kakeru recognizes it instantly, relief flushing her body, and she lets the sleep take her.

Michiru...

She allows herself say it out loud.

"Michiru..."

"Kakeru. I didn't mean to wake you."


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