YURI SHIPPING OLYMPICS 2024 - BONUS ROUND 4

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for this bonus round, the theme is historical fiction! prompts inspired by specific moments in (real or fictional) history.

this round will end on july 15th

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 Anime/Manga

[twyrewolf]

Steampunk/Gaslamp

FILL: Team Anime/Manga

[hopelessgemini]

word count: 386

pairing: winter schnee/cinder fall

fandom: RWBY

characters: winter schnee, cinder fall, neopolitan 2 second cameo

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“You built your own ship?”

Cinder raps her knuckles on the side of the shuttle, grinning widely. Winter shifts her gaze away from her, suddenly finding her too bright to look at. “Partially.”

“You stole it,” she guesses. Cinder grins wider.

“Right out of Torchwick’s idiot hands. Say hi, Neo.”

A bi-coloured head pops up from inbetween the slats of the top deck and waves, then vanishes again. Bemused, Winter waves back. “And his sidekick?”

Cinder hums, leaning over the railing. The shuttle’s paneling creaks warningly. “Nah, she came willingly. We’re, ah, travelling.”

“Travelling,” Winter echoes, “right.” Cinder is hardly ever just travelling. The circles she moves in are always shifting with the winds, and Cinder shifts with them, digging her claws into power. She should have arrested her years ago, but something about her is alluring, captivating.

Cinder’s smile turns sharp, as if she knows this. She’s seen all of this in Winter’s eyes before. “You don’t believe me?”

“I never believe you,” Winter says easily. “How many times have I caught you doing something illegal with someone else’s property?”

“Only every time I come by,” Cinder says. She taps the side of the ship again, springs off the railing and slides down the side of the cargo hull. It’s a Valean model from a decade or so ago, but it still works just fine for her, apparently — her fingers move over the wood of the hull with familiarity, trusting it to guide her down to Winter’s end of the dock without slipping away or breaking. “Is it a crime to want to show off my nice new shuttle?”

“It’s a crime if it doesn’t belong to you.”

“Don’t be like that,” she laughs, stepping over a heap of old mechanical trash. Winter has never claimed her workshop to be a particularly tidy space. “I thought you’d like it. Being a shuttle expert and all.”

Winter has also never claimed to be a shuttle expert. She peers around Cinder’s shoulder at the ship, still determined not to catch her eye, and frowns. “You just wanted to get my attention,” she decides. Cinder laughs again. “You think it’s attractive when I enforce the law.”

“Only in my presence.” She steps closer, fingers curling around the hem of her jacket. “Generally I’m ideologically opposed.”

“Generally,” Winter echoes.