BONUS ROUND 1: THROWBACK PROMPTS

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PROMPT: TEAM RWBY

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For dialogue: "As you wish."

FILL: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM

[miyukitty]

Fandom: Genshin Impact
Ship: Clorinde x Furina
WC: 606

Furina hums a cheery tune as she strolls the temporary boardwalk constructed for the Chevalmarin Film Fantasyland. Clorinde moves silently ahead of Furina to clear a path through the crowd, as is her habit. Overwhelming as the noise is, she must admit they chose a lovely setting – sunlight sparkles over the surface of the sea, transforming each crest of seafoam into dazzling glitter, and the colorful decorations around the pier combined with Fontaine's natural beauty will make the flagship festival an event to remember.

The murmur of the tides meeting the shore form a backdrop beneath blaring music and the buzz of the crowd. Tourists gather in small groups, planning their trip around the amusement park, or gossiping about the themed venues they've frequented already. Furina pretends not to notice each time her fans recognize her and squeal to each other, even though it makes her jump every time she hears her name.

It's harder to ignore when Clorinde's thunderous glare intimidates said fans into scattering.

“Clorinde,” Furina complains, tugging at Clorinde's uniform sleeve. “I didn't invite you here to be my bodyguard, did I? Stop scaring everyone!”

“Apologies, my Lady,” Clorinde replies, looking and sounding entirely unapologetic. Quietly she returns her pistol to its holster. “Old habit.”

Furina smiles, looping her arm around Clorinde's elbow to hug her closer. “Take me back to Mellow Manor! I want to pet the animals.”

“Again?” Clorinde arches an eyebrow, stoic expression revealing nothing. “You already pet the Blubberbeasts earlier...”

“This is a date, isn't it?” Furina affects an exaggerated pout and stamps her foot. “I want to meet Monsieur Capybara, and he was asleep when we went earlier! Let's go!”

“Very well, Lady Furina,” Clorinde says with a gallant bow. “Follow me.”

Clorinde expertly weaves them through throngs of people, with Furina clinging tightly to her arm every step of the way. She doesn't often have the luxury of reverting to her bratty Archon persona these days, but Clorinde is one of the few who will indulge her regardless of her childish attitude.

She thinks Clorinde probably knows it's the facade she defaults to when she's nervous. Privately, she's grateful that Clorinde never presses for reasons.

For all her bravado, Furina does still feel unexpected pangs of anxiety when facing large groups of people alone. It's been difficult for her to shed the visceral, sickening sensation of the crowd turning against her during that fateful trial. She's avoided the spotlight directly since, turning down acting roles in favor of writing and directing, but it's a complicated tightrope to navigate. Furina craves the approval and adoration of her audience, but in equal measure, is terrified of what will become of her when she fades out of the public eye.

How shallow it all sounds, this fragile, self-centered ego! Clap and cheer for the star of the show, lest she starve for attention and turn to dust!

“My Lady,” Clorinde interrupts softly.

“Yes?” Furina looks up, plastering a silly smile over whatever expression she inadvertently showed.

“Your capybara awaits,” Clorinde replies, gesturing with a wide sweep of her arm. The petting zoo area fenced off at the far end of the beach, home to fat and happy slimes, shroomkin, and other furred and feathered friends, lays before them. Children swarm around a serene and unbothered capybara, petting him with sticky hands and shrieks of laughter. Clorinde looks Furina, hand on her pistol, as she deadpans, “Would you like me to clear the way?”

Furina bursts into startled giggles, waving her off. “No, no, my dear Clorinde, don't frighten the little ones. I can wait my turn.”

“As you wish.”