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

Comments

PROMPT: TEAM FRANMAYA

[ghostvines]

Coffeeshop AU + spy AU

FILL: TEAM CATRADORA

[asaphida]

Words: 667
Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)
Ship: Adora/Catra
(this was a lot of fun!)

"A German cappuccino," the woman says with a smile that's probably meant to be charming, "with three shots of hazelnut."

Adora bites her lip. It's so close to the passphrase that she's tempted to just let it go, but not all operatives are as flexible as her. Hope would stand here stone-faced until the poor new hire finally spit out the correct words, down to the intonation. "Are you sure?"

The woman frowns, thinks a moment. "Four shots?"

Adora's so antsy having the envelope under the counter like this, she should just hand it over. Then she can focus on actually being a barista, which is a larger part of her job than special-ops training had indicated. "Our German cappuccino isn't good today, I would try something else."

The woman rolls her eyes. "Cut the crap," she says. "You know what I'm saying."

"I get that you're new," Adora says, pulling out the envelope, "but memorizing the correct passphrase is kind of 101."

"Whatever." The woman's smile isn't trying to be charming anymore. "Just give me the package so I can get out of here."

Adora pauses. The Alliance calls them drops. She's never seen this agent before, and the awkwardness around the passphrase that she was so willing to chalk up to inexperience doesn't seem so innocent now. "What's your callsign?"

"Snows," the woman says, too fast, and maybe she would have gotten away with it if Glimmer hadn't been talking last week about the young irritating shorter than Glimmer girl she was partnered with. This woman isn't tall by any means, but she's not more than a couple inches shorter than Adora. "Look, I'm sorry. I'll read the brief better next time."

"Something you might not know about me," Adora says, sliding the envelope back under the counter next to her service weapon, "is that I used to work for the Horde. I know your terminology."

The woman grins then, too many teeth, eyes bright. "Oh, She-Ra. I'd been hoping it was you. They didn't change much about your face when you defected, did they?"

The more the woman speaks, the more her voice sounds familiar. Adora rests her hand on her service weapon and presses the alert button with the other. "You know who you're dealing with, don't I deserve the same courtesy?"

The woman laughs, harsh and cruel, and no amount of vocal resurfacing will stop Adora from recognizing that voice. "Has it really been long enough to forget me?"

They've given Catra a new face, but it's her as certainly as if she'd had her own. Adora hopes she's wearing a contact lens in her yellow eye, and they haven't replaced it entirely. It's been two years and Adora still thinks about her every day. She still wakes up from dreams where, instead of disappearing into the shadows, Catra gets on the skiff with her and runs.

"Catra," she says, "the Alliance will take you too. I'll vouch for you, I'll make sure they process you fast, I-"

Catra hops up to sit on the counter, leans towards Adora. "What exactly," she says slowly, glare deepening, "makes you think that I would follow you anywhere?"

Adora has her service weapon in her hand. Glimmer would have fired as soon as the enemy agent revealed herself, but Adora can't. Everyone who objected to her use in the field was right, she's too easily compromised. "Catra, please-"

Something buzzes somewhere and Catra groans, the same way she used to when they got brown rations for the fifth day in a row. She shoves off from the counter. "I'm not done with you, She-Ra. Catch you later."

"Don't call me that," Adora says. "You know my name."

Catra pauses by the door. "Adora's dead to me," she says, roughened voice cold. Bells jingle when the door slams, and Adora hits the lockdown button so she knows she won't get any real customers when she sits down on the floor to cry.

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

[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.