for this bonus round, the theme is competition! pretty open-ended, prompts that are about some sort of competition! this round will end on july 31st!
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PROMPT: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM
FILL: TEAM CATRADORA
Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)
Ship: Adora/Catra
The bell rings when Adora enters the diner. Even from behind, she recognizes the trio at the counter immediately. If she hadn't, she would have recognized Entrapta's voice anyway.
"-objectively doing better," Entrapta says, as Catra turns around. "So-"
"Later." Catra smirks, or tries to. Adora knows her too well to miss the tension in her shoulders. "I have to take out some trash."
Adora's laugh is more surprise than anything. "You can't get the diner in the breakup when my grandmother owns the place. Not happening."
There's the smirk. "Razz likes me better than you and you know it."
Razz loved when Adora brought Catra in. She had strawberry pie in the middle of winter, because it was Catra's favorite. Adora helped her make it, because Catra was her favorite.
The bell chimes again, and Huntara puts her hand on Adora's arm. "I'm ready to be wowed," Huntara tells Adora, standing close enough to make things clear, and Adora can't find the satisfaction she thought she'd feel when she watches Catra fight to keep her expression even. The clouds in her eyes deepen when Adora brings Huntara to their booth, but there's still a hollow soreness where Adora expected victory to be.
Bow had said a week was too soon to try to date again, after breaking up with her best friend of over a decade. Glimmer had taken a picture of her after the gym and said the best revenge was finding someone hotter. Or a life well lived. Something. Their song had come on the radio, and Adora stopped paying attention.
Huntara talks, and Adora rolls out all of her dubious charms. All she can think about is how Catra would roll her eyes, smile fond, and say at least you're cute. Thirty minutes later, when Catra leaves the booth to make out with a very muscled blonde right in front of the diner's glass window, Adora asks Huntara if she wants to get out of here. If she chooses her line of sight carefully, and talks loudly about the rhubarb crumble, she can almost pretend Catra isn't there.
Adora gets halfway to Huntara's place before her stomach decides for her. She leaves Huntara in front of her building with a hail of apologies and a promise to call, lie bitter over the sugar on her lips. When Adora gets to her apartment, she walks past the unwashed dishes and unopened mail to collapse on the bed that still has long brown strands tangled in the sheets.