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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PROMPT: Team OCs

[hamaonoverdrive]

The Chosen One + [told from the perspective of] the homoerotically devoted sidekick

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.