YURI SHIPPING OLYMPICS 2024 - BONUS ROUND 3

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For this bonus round, we're looking for prompts inspired by plant/flower symbolism and the language(s) of flowers!

Here are some resources on flower meanings:
Script Florist
Farmer's Almanac
Wikipedia: Hanakotoba
Wikipedia: Plant Symbolism

This round will end on July 1st.

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

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PROMPT: Team Tokusatsu Yuri Ships United Front

[unenchantingly]

"The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks."

― Tennessee Williams, Camino Real

(Yes, I'm linking the "violets are for lesbianism" post on a second prompt.)

FILL: Team Anime/Manga

[hopelessgemini]

word count: 543

pairing: winter schnee/cinder fall, passing mention of weiss schnee/ruby rose

fandom: RWBY

characters: weiss schnee, winter schnee, cinder fall, vaguely mentioned ruby rose + yang xiao long

//

Weiss is twenty the first time she sees her big sister smile at someone who isn’t her or Penny.

They’re sitting together on the grass, cross-legged, knees brushing together — it’s the closest they ever get to touching casually, and it’s something close to perfect — when Winter looks away from her to pull her phone out of her pocket, frowning a little.

“What’s up?” Weiss asks. As far as she knows, Winter has about six people’s contact information, so it must be significant.

Winter shrugs one shoulder. “My — friend, Cinder. She wants to know where I am.”

Weiss’s eyebrows shoot up. “You’re friends with Cinder?”

She ducks her head, and it looks like something close to a blush.

That’s — weird. Winter is barely friends with anybody, and she can’t imagine her odd, uptight sister getting along with Cinder Fall, of all people. Still, it’s nice to see her doing something that isn’t killing herself in the military or stalking about her apartment like a lost poltergeist. Weiss tilts her head up and offers her a smile. “I don’t mind if she wants to join us.”

Winter shrugs again, peering down at her phone in the harsh afternoon light. “I’ll let her know. She’s not exactly the most sociable person in the world.”

“I know,” Weiss says, thinking of the five or six times she’s almost died that Winter definitely cannot know about. “She’s been a terrible influence on Yang for as long as I remember.”

A corner of Winter’s mouth quirks up. “That sounds like her.”

Oh, that’s weird weird.

//

Cinder slouches up the hill they’re sitting on with her hands tucked into her pockets. “Bit idyllic, isn’t it?”

Weiss rolls her eyes. “This is the only good picnic spot in all of Atlas.”

She shrugs, shoulders shifting under layers of black fabric. It looks unbearably hot, given the weather. Weiss glances to the side and finds Winter staring at Cinder, transfixed.

So she’s on her own. Great.

Cinder drops down in the grass next to Winter, slipping an arm through hers without much preamble. “Hey, thanks for — you know. Not telling me to fuck off.” Her head comes down to rest on Winter’s shoulder, her thumb settles on her knee and begins circling gently. Weiss fixes her gaze on an interesting cloud instead of the two of them, twining into each other like dysfunctional sunflowers.

“I wouldn’t do that,” Winter says. Her voice sounds curiously strangled.

“Do you have to canoodle right next to me?”

“We are not even close to canoodling, thank you —”

“I’ll make it worse if you ask me nicely,” Cinder huffs.

Weiss turns back to scowl at the both of them — Winter for being so weird, and Cinder for dragging her down with her — and discovers Cinder’s hand on Winter’s waist, Winter’s fingers drumming against her shoulder. “Just friends?” she asks pointedly, and Cinder scowls.

“You’re one to talk,” she mutters. “Do you know how many times we’ve had to take my car because you and Ruby won’t stop making out on the —”

“Irrelevant,” Weiss says sharply, but she catches sight of Winter smiling at Cinder as she talks, soft and light and far too familiar, and lets it go. “Whatever. We’ve still got sandwiches if you want any.”