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

FILL: VOTER

[miyukitty]

WC: 963
fire emblem fates, nina x velouria

Velouria lays flat on her stomach, head buried in her folded arms, and sulks. Nina is late.

The feeble Nohrian sun will be setting soon, and Nina knows she shouldn't be wandering the Woods of the Forlorn at night. No one should. Hordes of shambling, masterless Faceless will snap her up in an instant, even if she is scent-marked as a favorite treasure of the big bad wolf. They should know Velouria is the most fearsome monster of them all. They should fear her, but they're mindless beasts who chase anything that moves. If they hunt Nina, they do so at their own peril.

She'll make a point to slowly and thoroughly devour every scrap of whomever and whatever eats her reckless Nina.

Velouria rolls over onto her back and pouts at the ceiling of their treehouse. Shadows from the gnarled tree branches are lengthening like fingers in the dying light, reaching further and further into the rafters. She'd rather just have Nina here with her, but she's prepared for either outcome. She's starting to get hungry.

All of a sudden, the rope ladder to their secret hideout rattles. Velouria's ears twitch, and she sits eagerly upright. Finally.

Sure enough, Nina's mischievous face pops up from the trapdoor, grinning ear to ear. “Made it! Here I am, babe! Hope the snacks are worth the wait,” she announces, clambering into their treehouse with her bow and arrows strapped to her back, and an overstuffed pack slung across her shoulders. She dumps her hefty load with an exaggerated sigh, then hauls the ladder up behind her. “You have me all to yourself for the next three days!”

Velouria leans in suspiciously, sniffing her all over for any hint of injury. Sweat, castle dust, forest mud, bog water, food smuggled out of the royal kitchens. No blood, no wounds. (No clingy scents of anyone else touching her, either. Good. Velouria can't help getting a little jealous sometimes when Nina lives in Castle Krakenburg with her family and all those other humans around, instead of in a proper den in the woods with Velouria, where she belongs.)

“Took too long. Don't want you anymore,” the wolfskin mutters balefully, though her swishing tail betrays her true excitement.

Nina just smirks as she settles cross-legged on the floor, then reaches out to fondle the soft velvet of Velouria's ears. Velouria whines, melting like candle wax under Nina's clever fingers. Her ears are delicate, too sensitive to allow just anyone the honor of touching, but when Nina strokes them, Velouria's traitorous tail starts thumping against the ground without her consent. Damn it.

“Happy to see you too,” Nina murmurs, kissing her on the tip of her nose. “Missed you. Love you.”

Velouria just growls under her breath, nudging her head against Nina's hands to demand more.

Nina giggles and obliges her. She's sure gotten a lot better at reading Velouria's signals. Soon Velouria is curled languidly in her lap, head pillowed between Nina's thighs, as Nina pets her just the way she likes. This is the way things are supposed to be.

As Nina strokes Velouria, sending shivers of warmth through her small, limp body, Nina chatters on and on about what she's been up to in her absence. Her bright, animated voice banishes the weighted silence of their lonely hideout, even if Velouria tunes out the actual words. Nina complains about her annoying dad, brags about her scouting missions, divulges the plot of library books she's been reading – and she never seems to mind that the conversation is wholly one-sided, or that Velouria doesn't really care about the comings and goings of humanity.

Even when Nina shows off the sparkly trinkets stuffed into her pack and adds them to the treasure chest they share, the things Nina stashes are of little interest to Velouria. See, Nina's tastes are less like a wolfskin, and more like a magpie. Shiny rocks, coins, and antique objects crafted out of metal, all junk stolen from the rich noble houses in Windmire – and Nina doesn't even keep those for herself!

No, the only thing Nina doesn't redistribute to the less fortunate is her rather sizeable collection of pornography (and literary depictions of the courting and mateship rituals between fictional gay men doesn't stir anything in Velouria's loins whatsoever). Those books are nothing but junk. But Nina can store her weird erotica alongside actual treasure, like snake skins and bat wings and deer skulls and the biggest, coolest dust bunnies Velouria is able to collect.

Velouria will still guard their treasure chest with her life.

She wraps her arms possessively around Nina's midsection and squeezes her tight. Nina trails off from whatever she was rambling about, and gazes fondly down at Velouria.

“...Still feeling a little needy, huh?” Nina teases. “That's okay. It's kinda nice, feeling wanted for once.”

“Do want you,” Velouria grumbles, nuzzling her face between Nina's thighs. “Stay here forever. Don't leave.”

“Not forever, my next mission is coming up,” Nina says, a little wistfully. She plays with Velouria's ears between the pads of her fingers, rubbing soothing circles into her fur, until Velouria makes a soft crooning noise and digs her claws in. “But... I'll always come back to you. Okay? I promise, I'll always come back.”

“You better,” Velouria huffs. “Or else I'll track you down and eat you.”

Nina laughs, taking it as a joke. Then her expression falters, seeing the deadpan look on Velouria's unchanging face. “Oh. You're being serious.”

“Yup,” Velouria agrees.

“Good thing I was being serious, too.” Nina winks, then leans down, pressing a kiss to Velouria's cheek.

Velouria says nothing. Her expression says nothing as well. But the telltale thud, thud, thud of her tail against the floorboards says it all.