BONUS ROUND 4 - PROMPT FUSION

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"Fusion is just a cheap trick to make weak prompts stronger!" - a quote from Steven Universe, probably

for this bonus round, it's all about combining two ideas. for example "high school AU" + "secret identity" or "soulmate au" + "mafia au"!

to submit a prompt or fill, reply to this post on Dreamwidth!

Fills can be in any format, and you can fill any prompt (even if it's your own or your teammates)!

for your prompt post title, please use the following format:
PROMPT: TEAM [TEAM NAME]
if you are participating as a vote-only member, use this format:
PROMPT: VOTER

for your fill  post title, please use the following format:
FILL: TEAM [TEAM NAME]
if you are participating as a vote-only member, use this format:
FILL: VOTER

POINTS - BONUS ROUNDS
For prompts: 10 points each (maximum of 100 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 CATRADORA

[hopelessgemini]

words: 706

ship: suletta mercury/miorine rembran

The soulbond snaps into place the moment they meet. Suletta Mercury’s world explodes into colours and light and the greyscale girl at the centre of it all stares at her in a kind of horror, and that is that.

There’s a mark on the outside of her forearm when she takes her spacesuit off, a name scrawled in thin neat handwriting. Miorine Rembran. Suletta traces a finger over it with a mixture of delight and fear, sure she’s going to mess it all up somehow. She usually does.

\

“We can’t — we can’t do this,” Miorine says, sitting with her legs swinging over the lip of Aerial’s hand, “if people know we’re —” she gestures between them, “ — you know.”

(Is she blushing?)

“I don’t follow,” Suletta says truthfully, kneeling down to sit beside her. Something about Miorine makes her want to be close to her all the time, want to press up beside her and hold her hand and —

Miorine makes a frustrated noise. “We can’t be engaged — you can’t be the Holder — if people know we’re soulmates.”

“... Why? Wouldn’t that be really romantic?”

She flushes, turning sharply away from Suletta to face the training field, shoulders hitching up to her ears. “It doesn’t matter if it’s romantic or not. If people know we’re — fated to be together, they’ll lose interest in the duelling game. It takes all the fairness out of it.”

“I don’t know, that sounds pretty good to me —”

“And my father will kill me.”

“Ah.”

A pause. “I’m supposed to be regularly… surveying my options. Talking to different people in the running.”

Suletta tilts her head to the side. She’s going somewhere with this, feeling it out along the way, and she doesn’t think she’s ever seen Miorine so shy before.

“The problem is, I really don’t want to do that.”

She scrunches up her nose. “Oh, please don’t say you have to go on dates with Guel.”

Miorine snorts. “Something like that.”

“I am so sorry.”

Another pause, this one almost pained. Suletta leans over until her chin is resting on Miorine’s shoulder, only half as close to her as she wishes she could be. Maybe it’s just a side effect of the soulmate bond, the wanting. “I suspect my father would lighten up on that front if he knew I was connected to you in — some other way.”

She speaks so haltingly, like she’s afraid Suletta will get up and run away if she pushes too far. There’s something behind her voice, now, but Suletta would rather die than push, so she sits neatly and listens with her head on Miorine’s shoulder, and aches with want.

When she speaks again, her voice is soft. Hesitant. “If I made him think we were dating, maybe —”

Suletta jumps in her seat. “Wh— dating?”

“Dating,” Miorine repeats, suddenly firm. “If it doesn’t make you too uncomfortable.”

“No, no, I —” she sits upright, ducking her head to avoid Miorine’s searching gaze. “I don’t mind. That sounds — that would be okay with me, Ms Miorine. If it’ll help you out.”

“It would,” she says decisively.

And that’s that.

//

She meets Miorine’s father exactly once, on the day of his one and only yearly visit to the school. Suletta stands awkwardly next to her with their hands intertwined and gives him a shaky bow when he pauses in front of her, and when she and Miorine are sitting next to each other at a dinner in one of the school board’s huge and echoing dining rooms she successfully manages to avoid meeting his eyes for the full two hours.

The Holder jacket does, of course, hide her soulmark, and Miorine’s jacket conceals hers, too.

She zones out through most of the stilted conversations that pass over the dining table, joining back in only when Miorine nudges her gently. She manages to avoid committing some kind of Asticassian social faux pas that would have seen her confined to Earth House for a week for fear of being shunned. And — in what she considers to be the biggest victory of the night — she doesn’t even squeak too loudly when Miorine stands on her tiptoes and kisses her goodbye right in front of Delling Rembran, the richest man in the universe.

FILL: TEAM CATRADORA

[hopelessgemini]

words: 1001

ship: carmen sandiego/julia argent

extra notes: rauauagh,, i miss these guys sm

This week, they’re in rural Scotland. Julia perches on the armchair beside Carmen and peers over her shoulder at the papers in her lap, hair adorably unkempt.

“And you think this thief is headed where, exactly?”

There’s an unusual edge to her voice. Carmen can’t blame her for it. They’ve been on the move for months now, trying to track down an unnamed thief by themselves. No help, no contact with the others, just them and their slowly dwindling funds, and it’s eating away at them both.

She leafs through the papers instead of dwelling on it and pulls out a map of the sleepy town they’re staying in. “The old war museum.”

“... Why? It doesn’t fit with their pattern,” Jules protests. “By all accounts, they should be targeting the big cities. Why come all the way out here?”

Carmen shrugs. “Just a hunch.”

She makes a face. “Did your hacker friend —”

“No! No. Player doesn’t — I haven’t spoken to him in months. Since we got into this mess.”

Julia’s head tilts to one side. She’s remarkably observant, Carmen notes. “Well, I really hope you’re right. I hope this can all be done with soon.”

\

Four months, two weeks, and five days.

That’s how long it takes.

They don’t catch the thief that night at the old war museum, but they do steal his phone, and from there, it’s simple. Julia Argent, the most brilliant girl Carmen has ever had the pleasure of roping into her dumb amateur sleuthing, hacks in within minutes, and they’re on his trail instantly.

This is where the real chase begins.

The thief — Lucy Adams, 32 — makes it all the way back down into England and hitches a plane ride from Stansted Airport into France. Kind of predictable, actually; Carmen kind of wishes she’d gone for something more daring. A boat chase, maybe.

In a stroke of genius on Jules’s part, they corner her at the Eiffel Tower. It’s all rather grand and dramatic, which is what Carmen had been hoping for. She’d never expected anything like this when she’d gotten into this mystery shit, but it’s a little vindicating, honestly. It feels like she’s part of something bigger than herself, something more than picking up little petty crimes in her hometown.

“You were right,” Julia remarks that night, sprawled out on the shitty hotel bed. Her hair is ruffled again, her clothes woefully unironed — nothing like the neat and tidy student she’d been before Carmen had dragged her twice around the world, nothing like the hacker skilled enough to rival Player she’d first met on an online forum three years ago. Carmen thinks she couldn’t possibly love her any more than she does now.

“What did I say?” she grins. “My hunches are always correct.”

“Spooky,” Jules says. And then — “Carmen, this doesn’t mean we won’t — work together anymore, does it?”

Far too casually, far too openly, she stands up from the window seat and tilts her head to the side to face her, quiet and honest. “As if I could ever get tired of working with you, supergenius. I don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t see you every day.”

“I’m not that smart,” Julia huffs. Is Carmen imagining things, or is she blushing?

\

Actually, they go their separate ways.

Or, more accurately, Carmen goes back to her friends and apologises for abandoning them in the middle of the night on a wild goose chase, promising to find Julia at their old meeting spot in the afternoon, and sits in her usual seat in her favourite cafe and waits for the better part of three hours.

No message. No call. Nothing.

She’s fine, the barista informs her — fine and intending to pick back up on her schoolwork like nothing happened. She’s still poking around on that old forum and solving people’s random computer issues for them, but she doesn’t answer any of Carmen’s attempts to reach out, and it breaks her a little, if she’s honest.

Carmen does her best not to mope about it, and fails miserably. Zack and Ivy keep her busy by sending her newspaper clippings and old articles, and she keeps turning to her side to ask Julia her thoughts and finding no one there. Suddenly the whole world is a shade dimmer; suddenly the sun doesn’t feel half as bright on her skin. She misses Julia — Jules — like she misses her own right hand.

And, desperately in need of something to do with that new raw ache in her chest, she takes up travelling again.

It’s not like she has much money to do it with in the first place, but she figures she’ll survive a road trip across America. Zack and Ivy offer to come along too — then, when it becomes clear this is a Carmen Thing, they settle for just sending her what money they can so she doesn’t run out of gas halfway to the middle of nowhere and die.

So she takes off.

And everything is fine.

\

Month three post-Julia Argent. Carmen is still, rather pathetically, checking up that old forum. She’s sure Julia’s forgotten all about her by now, but it can’t hurt to look.

This is, in fact, exactly what she’s doing when her computer screen goes white.

She nearly leaps out of the back of her truck. The only thing that stops her from hurling the laptop into the road out of shock is raw instinct and the three words etching themselves onto her screen — Hello Carmen! - Julia.

There’s barely any signal out here, but she digs her phone out of her pocket and tries to call her anyway. Jules picks up immediately, and her voice is crackly and weak from sleep and laughter but Carmen doesn’t particularly care.

“You hacked my computer, Jules.”

Julia laughs. “Good morning to you too.”

“I assume I’ll get an explanation for the vanishing act?”

“You assume correctly,” she says, softer. Carmen hopes, rather foolishly, that she knows she could never really hold a grudge.

FILL: TEAM OCs

[tabby_shieldmaiden]

Pairing: OC/OC
Words: 439

“So, you say that you’ve been married before? How many times have you gotten married before?” Asked Florrie, fluttering around the room, checking out how the wedding dress looked on Nora from all angles.

“Once,” replied Nora, “But this will be the first time I’ll be getting married in a dress.”

The fairy nodded, summoning flowers to thread into the woman’s hair. “It’ll be your first time having a fairy wedding too, right? You’re familiar with our customs?”

“Well, I know some of them,” said Nora. She took a look at herself in the mirror, and a warm, joyful glow filled her heart. “I know how they differ from human weddings.” The magic bonding ceremony, the flower bed that they’d be planting, the special dance that the couple had to do. Nora and Lilac had been practicing their dance for months. They absolutely could not wait to debut it.

She had multiple outfits for the occasion. And the one she wore presently would be for the final dinner. Nora loved all of them, but the one she looked forward to being in the most was her dancer’s outfit. She had always loved to dance, and to debut her new self, her new life as a wife and as a member of the Floratina family, with a dance, well. She could only feel excitement at that. Whatever potential for anxiety or nervousness that was there somehow disappeared. It didn’t seem to matter, not when she was in her element, with someone she loved.

*****

And it was time for the dance. She held Lilac’s hand, and Lilac gave her a gentle squeeze. “Are you ready?” She whispered.

Nora nodded. “Let’s do this.”

The music played, and the two of them began to move.

They moved in sync, gracefully matching the rhythm of the song. Sway here, spin there. The glimmering flowers stitched onto their outfits shimmered under the lights, casting an illuminating rainbow of light around the dance floor. And as their dance ended, with the two of them posed in each other’s arms in one of the traditional fairy dance stances, the crowd applauded happily for them both.

This was not her first time at the rodeo. But it was still, nevertheless, a wedding of firsts for her. First wedding as an out trans woman, first wedding in a dress, first time at a fairy wedding period, in her life. And as she looked at her new wife. Her purple eyes filled with life and her wings shimmering and fluttering with joy, Nora hoped in her heart of hearts that this new beginning will only ever bring about new happily ever afters.

FILL: TEAM CATRADORA

[hopelessgemini]

words: 876

ship: suletta mercury/miorine rembran

extra notes: couldnt get everything i wanted out of this one bc i ran out of time

“We’re not very well-equipped,” Nuno observes dryly, flicking on the torch on his phone. The dim light, hardly enough to illuminate the first few feet of the hallway, throws his face into sharp relief, and Suletta jumps a little.

“It’s a good thing there’s no such thing as ghosts, isn’t it?” Chuchu snaps. “Or we’d all be screwed.”

She kicks at a broken floorboard, jutting out through a tear in the carpet, and flinches when it cracks and splinters under the sole of her boot.

“Pretty sure destroying the house is the number one way to make the ghosts mad at us,” Nika says serenely. She pulls her own torch out of her pocket and steps past them into the corridor beyond, shoulders squared, and with a sigh Chuchu follows behind her.

They wind up filing through the hallway and into the living room in a neat line — Nika, then Chuchu, then Nuno and Ojelo, Till and Aliya and Lilique and Martin and finally Suletta, clutching her own shitty torch to her chest and trying to steady her breathing.

She’s not afraid of ghosts. She’s afraid of her mother’s ghost.

This is why, when she rams straight into Martin’s back and finds him staring in shock at the pale girl curled up on the dilapidated couch in the centre of the room — transparent book in her lap and all — the noise that comes out of her is something close to a relieved laugh.

The girl doesn’t even look up. The other Earth House kids are rapidly making themselves scarce (or, well, Chuchu is starting to shove them all out of the room, hissing something about proof enough), and Suletta is too delighted at the prospect of not having to confront another fragment of her past in another creepy old building to really notice her tugging urgently at her sleeve and then promptly giving up.

“Cowards,” the girl says idly, turning a page of her book. Suletta has heard the voices of ghosts before — is probably the only Earth House kid who has — and still the amusement in her tone surprises her, keeps her rooted in place. The girl isn’t speaking to her, she’s sure of it, and yet —

“Sorry for bothering you, i-it’s just — well, we heard rumours of a ghost haunting this house and my f-friends think it might have been my family.”

“Your family,” she muses. Not a question. “I don’t recognise you, Suletta Mercury.”

“How do you know my name?”

The girl lifts a hand, still without looking up at her, and points to the name badge on the lapel of her jacket.

“Oh,” Suletta manages. They’d all come straight from work up to the house at the end of the drive — she hadn’t even thought to change her clothes. “Well, what’s yours?”

That prompts her to look up, and — oh. “Miorine Rembran,” she says evenly, “the last daughter of the Rembran line. You — I don’t know of any Mercury ghosts.”

“H-how about any Samayas?”

Miorine frowns. “You don’t sound like you want an answer. Where are your friends?”

Probably standing in the doorway and peering at her. Suletta doesn’t turn around to check. “I’m sure they’ll wait for me.”

She hums. “Why are they dragging you along to look for a family you don’t want to find?”

It probably shouldn’t make Suletta smile, but it does. Her friends have always been kind. “‘Cause we want to know if they’re gone for good.”

Miorine closes the book slowly, contemplatively. If Suletta didn’t know any better — couldn’t see the fabric of the couch through her shoulder — she would think she was alive, vibrant. There’s warmth in the small smile that turns up the corners of her mouth and warmth in her eyes and in her voice when she says, “Do you know anything of ghosts, Suletta Mercury?”

“I-I like to think I do,” Suletta says. It comes out a little weak, a little unsure. Maybe Miorine just has that effect on people. “I see them more often than most people.”

Her eyebrows lift. “How interesting. People with the Sight don’t come by my house often.”

You must be lonely, Suletta thinks, but she’s smart enough to know not to say that thought out loud. Past experience has proven to her that there’s nothing worse than getting on the wrong side of a ghost.

“Oh,” she settles on, “really?”

Miorine lifts one translucent shoulder. “It’s not so bad. You already know that, though.”

She gestures, then, for Suletta to sit down beside her. It’s a little foolish of her, but she goes without hesitation. She doesn’t exactly understand why, really, but she thinks she’d do anything just to get that small smile to stretch wider.

\

They talk for the rest of the night.

The rest of the Earth House kids don’t leave the house, either, which is kind of them. When she steps outside the room in the early morning daylight they bombard her with questions about the ghost girl and what she’d learned about her mother and her sister, and when the only answer she can offer them is a guilty smile and an invitation from Miorine to come back and visit, the groans she gets in response are more fond than anything else.

Fill: Team OCs

[tabby_shieldmaiden]

Pairing: OC/OC
Words: 564
CW: Fantasy imperialism told from the pov of a reluctant imperialist

They say that there’s no greater bond than one between a woman and her sword. We are proof of that.

And it wasn’t like this at first. We were initially, simply partners. But oh boy, we were good partners. Everyone talked about us. Crystal and Ida, the golden duo of the school. I was a great sword, and she was a great swordswoman. Some people spread rumours, saying that I could cut through steel, that she and I were from some sort of legendary lineage of weapons and weapon wielders, explaining our talents from a young age. Others preferred shadier theories. That we made a deal with a dark god, and that explained our abilities. Ida already had eyes on her, being our headmaster’s adopted daughter. Her gifts raised her status, and fairly significantly too.

In reality, we just worked hard together. And we knew how to cooperate well. So much so that in no time at all, we were getting sent on top secret missions by our school’s headmaster. Her father. And well, in the beginning this was exciting news. There we were, going out to make a real difference in the world. She in particular was glad because she got to really do something to make her Dad proud. And sometime around that time I asked her out, and needless to say, the character of our relationship had changed from then on. We were happy.

But little did we know just how much it would change.

Initially, we were sent to do simple missions. Exposing crime dens, defeating demons, clearing out minor magical pests. But as our credits grew, so did our responsibilities. We got sent to other countries, defeated what we were told were criminals. We were sent to help oversee the building of new schools. They wanted to teach more people this style of magic, this style of fighting. It was a good way of discipline, they said. A way of teaching children focus and how to direct strength.

And at the time I believed in this project. But somewhere along the way, things started to not add up.

Maybe it was seeing the misery of other children in the schools. Maybe it was seeing teachers lash out at students for fighting with different methods; they were strict about it. They had to be textbook fighting styles. Maybe it was because most of these schools seem shoddily built and run, as if they were banking more on quantity than quality.

And one day, we heard all about what her father had been involved with. Former angel prince, he wanted to rise again. And he needed an army in order to do so. This world he was banished to had plenty of raw material to be turned into soldiers. So why not make them in his image?

And Ida was devastated to hear that. Because who wouldn’t be. And yet… we just never left our post. We couldn’t. In her heart, Ida still loved her father, and I still loved Ida. So we continued on, weapon and welder, fighting down demons and visiting schools.

Maybe if I were less of a coward, I would walk out. And maybe if Ida hadn’t had that bond, she would too. But that was the problem, wasn’t it? There’s no greater bond than between a woman and her sword. And we are proof of that.

FILL: TEAM FRANMAYA

[ghostvines]

Ship: Franziska/Maya from Ace Attorney

Franziska spits the petal in the face of the person who is not Maya.

It’s insultingly obvious, really. This person, whoever they are, doesn’t fit into Maya’s body at all. They walk around with their chin lifted, but with an inexplicable stoop. They don’t fidget with the cords on Maya’s wrist, but keep looking surprised when they glance down as though unused to their presence. Most damningly, as soon as Franziska walked in, they flinched — not at her but at her whip. Franziska would understand if Maya was upset at her, but Maya is never afraid of Franziska’s whip.

The only thing this person shares with Maya is their tendency to cover their mouth with their hand when worried.

A hypothesis is forming in Franziska’s head already.

“I don’t understand,” hisses not-Maya. “Don’t you love Mystic — don’t you love me? And I put Hanahaki seeds in that glass. You should be incapacitated!”

That explains why Franziska developed the disease despite the genetic unlikeliness of it, she realizes. And why it came on so suddenly — why she couldn’t even think of Maya without coughing up full flowers…

“You’re right,” Franziska agrees. Why not confess? Maya isn’t around to listen. “But you’re not her.” She coughs, and only comes up with a single new leaf. She spits that out, too. “You’re Morgan Fey, who let the courtroom know of the Spirit Severing Technique.”

Morgan’s eyes widen in realization, just as Franziska draws her whip and strikes —

“Now!” she shouts, and Phoenix Wright springs from the shadows to deliver the pinch to the back of Morgan’s neck.

She collapses.

Franziska kneels beside her to check for injuries — she doesn’t want to hurt Maya — while Phoenix clears his throat. “I’ll… go check on Pearl.”

“Yes.” Oh, he knows now, she realizes. She’d confessed her love for Maya in front of Phoenix Wright. Fuck. Well, she can worry about that later.

Right now, she sits beside Maya’s body and waits for her spirit to return.

FILL: TEAM OCs

[tabby_shieldmaiden]

Pairing: OC/OC
Words: 690

The Stardancer family had the strongest magical bloodline in the entire kingdom. If you were born into it, you were more or less confirmed to have magical abilities much stronger than anyone else in the area. Of the Stardancers, it was prophesied that the most powerful of them all would be a child born as the planets perfectly aligned, in the year of the Singing Mantis. Twenty years ago, the prophecy had been fulfilled, with a son being born into the family. Ten years later, it was revealed that the son had actually been a daughter.

Both times, the kingdom had been at peace. Rowan remembered the times well. She remembered hearing all sorts of news about the magical daughter. How she was growing more and more powerful by the day. How the prophecy was true, that her internal magic reserves were truly unprecedented. She could go for days without a need to recharge, and that was truly miraculous.

But magic was might, and might was threatening to neighbouring kingdoms. The King had been unwise with how he talked about their kingdom’s magical proficiency. Their might and strength, how they could defeat all in their path. And soon enough, declarations of war were made.

It was simple really. They were a small kingdom with a small army. And much larger empires realise that they could easily sweep in and take that power for themselves. To defend themselves from much more powerful empires, or maybe even to secure their own military strength. In any case, the kingdom went to war. All of Rowan’s brothers went off to be soldiers, and she, as the youngest daughter of a high ranking general, got a fairly stable position as the magical daughter’s personal bodyguard.

Lady Blossom could defend herself. She was an absurdly powerful reserve of magic; defensive and offensive spells came as easy to her as breathing. But it never hurts to have an extra set of eyes to watch her six. Especially since she was at the present, very much a target for every one. Rowan was a talented fighter, and she knew she could protect her.

And prior to that point, the girl had stayed out of the public eye as much as possible. Rowan had heard of her, but she had never seen her. But at their first meeting, upon laying eyes on her for the first time, Rowan had decided that she was quite possibly the most beautiful girl she had ever seen in her life. And if she must defend her with her life, she would. She damn well would.

This was when they first met, when they were both fifteen. It had been five years since then, and they were still together. Knight and Lady.

*****

“Do you ever get tired of hiding away like this? When you know you yourself are so powerful?”

“I do. I have studied the art of defensive and offensive magic. If I needed to, I could bring us to an easy victory.”

“Ah, but they want to keep you safe, don’t they? Why don’t they ask you to fight?”

“They want a symbol. Someone to remind them of what they’re fighting for. Battle is always a risk even if you’re the most powerful player. After all, what’s old magic compared to modern machinery? We’re equally matched. Also, they’re still hoping I could somehow produce an heir. Someone of equal power to me, maybe even greater. They’re talking about all these daughters from other old magic families.”

“Mmm…” And then silence. Rowan reshuffled the cards and began a new game.

“I hear they’re inventing a device that could potentially transfer magical ability to the non-magical. So that people from magical families could transfer out their power to soldiers, and they could utilise their magic.”

“If that’s the case, I think I would like to be the first to sign up to share my magic.”

And Rowan would be open to hearing more about her thoughts on it, but she didn’t seem like she wanted to talk more than what she had already said. Rowan asked her if she had any threes. Go fish.

Re: FILL: TEAM CATRADORA

[ghostvines]

hi original prompter here this fill is making me unwell!!!!! (extremely positive) thank you so much it’s everything i dreamed of w/ this prompt and more

(“adora’s dead to me” will ring in my head for a WHILE. jesus.)

FILL: TEAM OCs

[tabby_shieldmaiden]

Pairing: OC/OC
Words: 362

Flight was easy for Tia. She’d been flying since she was young and she’d always loved it. The freedom, the sights, the feeling of the wind on your face. When the school said that they were going to put on a performance of Peter Pan for the school’s parent’s night, she was the first to sign up for the auditions. And they knew she was born for the spotlight right then and there. She killed that performance. That was only the start to her continuous appearances in the school's drama club’s productions.

Gretel, who was the sound technician, and transformed into a rock monster, much preferred solid ground. She liked working out of the eyes of other people. Shy and strong and cool and dark, she embodied so much of her element. They were opposites in so many ways. Air and earth, extrovert, introvert, energetic, reserved.

And yet, somehow, maybe even because of their differences, they ended up getting together.

They got gossiped about a lot because of a lot of reasons. They were a lesbian couple, and that was notable to their tiny school in their tiny town. There weren’t very many kids who were open about that, not at the time. But also, why each other? What did they see in each other? They seemed as different as night and day, even down to their elemental alignments.

And if someone were to ask Gretel what exactly she thought made them work, she probably wouldn’t say out loud a good answer. She was never very good with words. A shower, a doer, rather than a teller. But she knew that she liked Tia. She liked that she made the first move (even if, admittedly, the reason why she reached out at all was because she was the only other girl in school who openly liked other girls). She liked her energy. She liked that she went out of her way to do whatever she wanted.

And most of all, she liked it when she held her hand when she flew. Gretel didn’t like heights. But somehow, holding her hand up there, seeing everything stretched out under her didn’t feel so terrifying.

FILL: TEAM OCs

[tabby_shieldmaiden]

Pairing: OC/OC
Words: 389

Dear diary,

I take back every bad thing I said about having Ginger become my responsibility. She is quite possibly the best thing to ever happen to me.

Like, when Dominatress said that she would be my responsibility, I was initially soooo pissed. Like, why me? Just because Ginger Snap was my main rival? I didn’t want to put up with her initially. Why couldn’t Hexmaiden take care of her? After all, she was the one who hit her with the memory loss spell. I didn’t want to get stuck with superheroine babysitting duty.

But well, actually, it turned out to be a pretty sweet deal.

For one, she has like no memory of anything. Hexmaiden was not kidding, that memory spell is strong! So we can actually just tell her anything, and she would accept it. It’s so funny, seeing her turn against all her old teammates like that. Like, damn, we got a free ally just like that!

For another, her super strength is actually such a useful thing to have around. If I’m repairing the vehicles or shopping around the junkyard for parts, she really is the best person to have around. She can haul so many things, and I feel like I’m bringing back twice the amount of scrap than I typically can. And I thought of inventing some robots to help out with this stuff. But honestly, it is kind of nice to have another person to talk to. She is actually a pretty good listener. And she’s been giving some interesting insights to some of the thought experiments I’ve been reading up.

We went out yesterday, just to the beach. And I think that was when I realised that from a certain angle, she looked really cute. I guess I was just acting on instinct from there, but I asked her if she wanted to go on a date. And she agreed! We’re going out to the Science Museum on Saturday, which I’m really looking forward to. I haven’t been since I was a kid. And I know even if she has ever gone, she probably wouldn’t remember it. So I get to just explain things to her through the date.

I absolutely cannot wait. God, is this what love feels like? It feels weird, but like, not in a bad way, honestly!

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[miyukitty]

awww this made me so happy, you don't even know <3 thanks for the fill!!

FILL: TEAM OCs

[tabby_shieldmaiden]

Pairing: OC/OC
Words: 418

“Hey,” said Dalia, as she morphed into a tall hairy beast-woman. “What would you consider us to be?”

“Hm?” Went Jade, as she morphed into an equally tall reptilian monster woman. “What do you mean by that?”

They pressed their palms together, attempting to tip each other over. “Well, you know. You and I, we’ve called each other ‘partners’ for years. And everyone thinks that when we say that, we mean like, sparring partners. Business partners.”

“Uh huh.” Jade threw her weight forward a little more, causing Dalia to be shifted off balance. She tripped. This gave her the opportunity to elbow her. Jade took a few steps back to give herself a running start.

“But like,” A grunt as she got elbowed in the pectorals by Jade. “We’ve been through a lot together at this point. To the point where just ‘business partners’ feels kind of clinical. Inaccurate. You know?”

Jade was about to run and elbow her again, but Dalia got up, and lunged at her. “So like, what are we, Jade? Are we friends, partners, something else?”

And that was a pretty good question. They share a house and they share a bed. Jade thought about it, and she knew that she would be really happy living with her for the rest of her life. Working together, hanging out together. If the time came when she wanted children, she’d be glad to raise them with Dalia.

Yet, there were some things they didn’t do that couples did. They didn’t kiss (Jade didn’t like to), they didn’t sleep with each other (Dalia didn’t like to), they had no plans to get married or really date each other. The closest things they had to dates were going to the gym with each other. Watching street fighting matches. Sparring. And they already did that stuff when they were friends. What made something a date? When would the threshold officially be crossed?

Dalia picked her up, and tossed her down in a body slam. “Well Dalia, I guess we could call each other friends.” A grunt, as Dalia kneed her. “Or we can just keep on calling each other partners.”

A hum, as Dalia pulled her up and placed her in a headlock. After a bit of a struggle, Jade broke free, and flipped Dalia to the ground in one swift movement. “I guess it doesn’t really matter. So long as we’re together.”

Dalia smiled, and picked herself up. “I guess. Wanna go get lunch now?”

Jade grinned. “Sure.”

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[tabby_shieldmaiden]

Pairing: OC/OC
Words: 615

Today had not been a good day. And that sucked, because both Tallulah and Fern had expected it to be good. They had been on a winning streak recently. As new healers, they were great as a team. Tallulah’s organisational skills filling in for Fern’s messiness, and Fern’s outgoing nature filling in for Tallulah’s shyness. After about a year, they thought that they were really getting the hang of this healer business. They wanted to try out something a little more difficult.

Oh, how the learning curve curved…

They were supposed to help heal a dragon’s wound that day. They had learned the spell specially for this. After they finished all of their other duties, they were going to help the dragon. It was perfect. Their final task of the day before they could clock out. Things were going alright.

But then little problems started to add up. That day Fern made a few careless mistakes more than average, and Tallulah made a couple more social faux pas than she typically did too. By the time they got to the dragon, the both of them were already on edge. And then things got worse from there.

For one, the dragon was grumpy and old. And of course Tallulah and Fern tried their hardest to do their best for every job. But well, this being their first time doing a wound healing, their patient being grumpy and old didn’t help very much.

They worked at the wound, growing new flesh where he had been injured. And it took a while. “What’s taking so long,” he complained. He complained about their method. He complained about the pain.

“Wait right here sir, I can go get you some medicine for that,” said Fern. But ah, her pack was a mess. And it took her a hot minute to find anything. She searched the bottomless bag for a painkiller potion; she had to have it somewhere. Oh but wait, she also had to check her notes to see if he was allowed any painkillers. The project took ten minutes of searching and trying to reorganise herself. But that already felt too long.

She tried her best. Splitting her attention between searching for her stuff and pacifying the dragon. The dragon didn’t stop though. “You two don’t know what you’re doing, do you? Where’s the other healer? If you two aren’t good at this sort of work, don’t do it then.”

Fern looked over at Tallulah, the way she focused on healing his wound. Hearing his barrage of comments, she might not have anything she could say to him. Not a peep came out of Tallulah. If she was stressed, she clammed up. And from where she was she could see her efforts to try and mouth out an apology as she healed him. It was all Fern could do to mitigate the conflict.

This was supposed to be done within fifteen minutes. With the potion and the pacifying of the patient and the subsequent apology, it took almost an hour.

They went home together, exhausted from their day. “Well, that was… a day.”

Tallulah nodded. Looks like she’ll need her time.

Fern sighed. And they had such a good streak recently too.

But well, the day was over. Time to rest up, she supposed.

“Wanna watch TV together and make out sloppy style when we get home?” She asked. “You can choose the show.”

Tallulah nodded. And Fern knew what show she was going to watch. They had watched Love In The Autumn Spring at least three times together at this point. But hey, to be fair, it was a good show.

They walked home together, hand in hand.

FILL: Team OCs

[hamaonoverdrive]

Fandom: Original Work
Ship: Kei/Tess (reoccurring characters)
Word count:

404

558 with parentheticals

Note: Click underlined text such as above to expand.
This is technically too late for points but I was partway through this and wanted to play around with character voice.

Kei evaluates the menu and scans the coffeeshop. There are

not many around

5 people total; 2 people at tables working on laptops, 1 person waiting on their beverage, 1 employee making a drink, 1 employee cleaning the restroom

at this time of day, the ambient early-afternoon light bouncing in from the surrounding buildings.

A bright chime, "One iced oat latte for Ophite!" The

barista behind the counter

her gaze flits about; enqueing tasks for her job; detached and irritated

puts a plastic cup on the countertop.

A person with slicked-back blonde hair pushes past Kei and picks up the drink. The barista looks up from the empty countertop and

locks eyes

her pupils dilate by 36%; expressing personal interest

with Kei. Kei gulps. If she does not place an order soon, she will start to stand out.

She steps forward, her business shoes clacking rhythmically on the tile floor. "Uh yeah, I'll have..." she

enumerates the menu items

5 sizes of drink; 4 temperatures; 4 selections of milk; 7 types of beverages; 7 types of added flavors; up to 5 extra shots; 23,040 possible combinations, excluding drink-specific alterations

in her head and selects one path at random, "A dieci 54C latte with almond milk, no whip, two extra shots, two pumps hazelnut syrup, one pump peppermint syrup." The barista

exhales sharply

eyebrows raised, heart rate elevated by 20%; irritation and... intrigue?

.

"And do we have a name for this... specific order?"

"

Ke--

Remember: undercover!

Ken." Pause. "Kenneth."

"Ok then, Ken-Kenneth." She picks up a cup and writes on it with a loose scrawl. Placing the cup down, she starts keying in the order to the register. Her motions are

steady but indecisive

Familiarity with the software, but not these buttons; It'll come out to 51.50

. "That'll be 51.50 credits."

Kei taps her watch to the display, automatically billing her account. She nods to the

barista,

Her eyes squint at the ends; smiling with her eyes

who starts to move down the line to pull the espresso shot.

"So, what kinda job do you work where a double shot at 3 in the afternoon isn't gonna cause you problems?"

Is this.. more personal than expected? She didn't ask anything like that of the prior customer. Kei inspects the

barista's face

focused and purposeful; still intrigued; not upset?

. She bends over to pull out almond milk from a minifridge as the espresso extracts.

"I'm.. In business." Not a lie. "I'm still new, they've got me running around the clock." Also not a lie.

She

laughs

Wider and with more intonation than the laughs she's heard before; It's kind of cute

, "I shoulda figured. Not like we get many

other people

implicitly: you don't fit in with them

around here."

A tap on her shoulder. Kei turns to see

the person with the slicked-back hair

Irritated; Impatient; Not used to being ignored

from earlier. "I believe we were scheduled to meet?" Kei checks her watch. The contact must have arrived early.

To the contact, "Yes, we are. We can start while I wait for my drink." Kei turns back to the barista again. "Running me around the clock. Like I said earlier." Her contact

taps her foot

she doesn't need her cerebrat senses to understand she's irate

. "I'll be back soon!"

The barista smiles from ear to ear.

"I look forward to it!"

And she means it.