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 OC MOON
Date: 2024-07-17 04:51 am (UTC)FILL: TEAM CATRADORA
Date: 2024-07-31 04:39 pm (UTC)Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018)
Ship: Adora/Catra
(I kind of combined this with your other prompt, forced to compete, because they worked so well together)
By the time Catra's turn comes up, Adora's swaying on her feet. Catra thinks Adora was right to say what she said - Adora can take every last one of these idiots - but as good as she is, sparring everyone in the class back-to-back isn't something any of them trained to do.
Adora swipes at the corner of her mouth, too fast for Catra to confirm that she was catching blood. She has the hard mechanical look in her eyes, the one that means that she's going to plow through whatever stands between her and victory, whether or not she'll be able to move afterwards. It's part of why Adora's the strongest cadet in their unit. It's also why Catra's scraped her off the locker room floor more times than she cares to count.
"Next," the instructor says, sounding bored with his own punishment. Adora rolls her shoulder and gives the smallest frown when she sees it's Catra, the way she does every time they're pit against each other, apologizing for winning before the first punch is thrown.
It's infuriating that Adora still thinks that she can beat Catra when she's clearly favoring her left side. It's breathtaking too.
Catra makes it quick. Adora's focused on guarding the broken ribs or whatever the hell is wrong on her bad side, so Catra goes for the spot on Adora's calf that Lonnie hit two matches ago. The way the leg buckles confirms that it's bruised or worse. Once Adora's down, Catra pins her while avoiding as many injuries as she can, and Adora's struggling is too exhausted to get out.
"Cool it," Catra mutters under the instructor's count, as Adora tries to twist out and winces hard at whatever that does to her side. "How long did you want to spend with the medics?"
Adora's teeth show blood-streaked in her grimace. Her breath comes quick and shallow. "You just want to win."
This isn't a victory, and it's just like Adora to consider it one. "I want you to get up tomorrow," Catra snaps. The ten seconds are almost up. Adora's sweaty skin burns to the touch. Catra can pretend that her heart rate jumps from physical effort.
The instant the instructor calls the match, Catra lets up, and Adora fights to sit up. "I'll take her to medical," Catra says, and no one argues.
That evening, Adora picks at her bandages and says, "I'll fight the rest of them tomorrow."
"I heard the medics tell you light duty," Catra says immediately. "I'll take you down again. I know your weakness, dummy."
Adora's mouth twitches. "Yeah?" Her eyes are alive now. "And what's that?"
Catra swallows, looks away. "Your giant stupid forehead," she says, mouth dry. "Obviously."
Adora laughs, and that's a better victory than Catra's ever found on the mat.