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YURI SHIPPING OLYMPICS 2024 - BONUS ROUND 2
For this bonus round, the prompts will all be dialogue!
This will be somewhat similar to "Adopt a Line" threads on older writing forums. For prompts, post a line or lines of dialogue. For fills, post something that uses the dialogue, or is inspired by the dialogue. Your prompt can be any length, from one line to an entire conversation.
This round will end on June 16th.
Fills can be in any format, and you can fill your teammates prompts, but you cannot fill your own prompt.
You can post as many fills and as many prompts as you want!
for your prompt post title, please use the following format:
PROMPT: TEAM [TEAM NAME]
for your fill post title, please use the following format:
FILL: TEAM [TEAM NAME]
POINTS - BONUS ROUNDS
For prompts: 10 points each (maximum of 150 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
PROMPT: TEAM TRANSFORMERS
FILL: Team Anime/Manga
pairing: winter schnee/cinder fall
fandom: RWBY
characters: winter schnee, cinder fall
word count: 527
extra tags: atlas academy au, technically canon divergence??
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“Where are you going?”
Winter packs like she’s been given thirty seconds to dismantle her entire life. She doesn’t even glance up at Cinder when she says, “Sister’s concert.”
Cinder frowns. This is more of a habitual thing, since Winter can’t see her. “You have a sister?”
Winter snorts. “Where have you been? Everyone on Remnant knows I have a sister. She’s the heir to the g-ddamn company.”
“How old is she?”
“Thirteen,” she says bluntly.
“Oh.”
Winter shoves a handful of her shirts into a suitcase that looks like it’s already about to explode. “Precisely. I promised her I’d go to all of her concerts, so. I’m packing.”
“You need your entire wardrobe for, what, a weekend?”
“My father will exploit every chance he can to show me off to potential suitors,” she mutters. “I need to be prepared for every eventuality.”
It’s this that gets her to work up the courage to actually come inside the bedroom. Part of her is convinced she’ll sneeze and accidentally set fire to Winter’s entire life in one go, but somehow this strikes her as more important. “Like, every eventuality?”
Winter nods grimly.
“I thought your sister was the heir?”
“Well, I haven’t exactly — told him I’m joining the military yet,” she says, suddenly sounding small. “Weiss knows. It’s not ideal, but we’re going to make it work.”
Right. Cinder bites down on her lip, determined to push it out of her mind. She makes a habit of forgetting that their time together is limited. It’s the only moment of weakness she allows herself. She leans over her shoulder, peering down at the suitcase she’s trying to force shut. “I don’t think your shithead dad is going to make you trek through the wilderness, to be honest with you. You probably don’t need the snow boots.”
“You don’t know him, do you?” Winter says, but there’s something tight in her voice that indicates she’s rethinking her packing strategy, just a little.
Cinder reaches over and opens the suitcase again, inspecting the contents over her shoulder. “How many days are you going to be gone?”
“Three.” She smiles, a little triumphantly. It shouldn’t be attractive. “It would have been two weeks if I didn’t threaten him with the General.”
Cinder hates the General, but tactfully avoids bringing it up in most conversations. There’s a lot of things she’s willing to do for Winter, it turns out. “Two weeks for a concert, huh?”
Winter leans into her, sighing. “He just might be the worst man on Remnant.”
“I can think of worse,” Cinder says, looping her arms around her waist. I’ve killed worse. Following that train of thought — and just to make Winter laugh, because she has no interest in being arrested for murder before she finishes her education — she adds, “I can kill him for you. If you want.”
It has the desired effect. Winter tilts her head back onto her shoulder, and she’s never felt better about being tall in her life. “I’d appreciate that, but I don’t think it would go down well with the rest of society.”
“It’d make a great headline, though.”
“It would,” she smiles.
FILL: Tokusatsu Yuri Ships United Front