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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FILL: Team Anime/Manga

[hopelessgemini]

word count: 409

pairing: winter schnee/cinder fall

fandom: RWBY

characters: winter schnee, cinder fall

a/n: my apologies to ea nasir et al. i churned this out in like 15 minutes at 11 pm

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“I don’t care if you smelted it by hand,” Winter says impatiently, “the seams are clearly visible.”

Cinder shrugs, tapping her foot impatiently. “I heard you the first time. Do you have anything new to complain about — sorry, inquire after — or are you leaving?”

Winter crosses her arms. Her ‘thoroughly unimpressed look’ stopped being intimidating after the first time she walked into her shop and started whining about unstable-looking seams. And yet, Cinder thinks, she keeps coming back and purchasing more. “I’m trying to figure out if you’re actually selling copper or if this is a front.”

“A front for my criminal empire,” Cinder says sarcastically, crossing her arms too. “In which I sell people imperfect sheets of copper and pray they come back for more. What is this, your sixth time here this month?”

“Why do you care? Business is business.”

This is true enough. Cinder gives up on tapping her foot — it cuts through the stillness in the shop too sharply and somewhat ruins her stern-looking image, she thinks — and drums her fingers against her forearms instead, struggling to come up with a suitable reply.

She doesn’t usually get caught on her own tongue like this. Winter just has — weird effects on her, she supposes. “I care because you keep coming back to complain. Over a bad product from literal months ago. And then buying more. If this is an official investigation, it isn’t a very good one.”

Winter’s face screws up. It’s the most expressive Cinder has ever seen her be. “You smelt the copper by hand. I’m trying to figure out how you keep producing such shit results.”

“Hey, everything else you’ve had from me is good,” she says defensively, “great, even. You know I take complaints seriously?”

“That’s why I’m complaining.” Winter steps closer, out of the sunshine cascading through the door into Cinder’s forge and into the darkness of the room. The closeness feels like it’s supposed to be a threat of some kind, but it passes Cinder by. “You have an interesting attitude to your job. It fascinates me.”

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Winter pulls away from Cinder long enough to murmur something along the lines of g-d, you make shit copper before she kisses her again.

“That was one time, and I refunded you in full,” Cinder says, chasing her mouth. “You just keep coming back to moan about it because you want to make out with me.”

“And look at what I’m currently doing.”