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: 439

pairing: winter schnee/cinder fall

fandom: RWBY

characters: winter schnee, cinder fall, marrow mentioned. he's there

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“We’re being boarded,” Marrow says tiredly. He sounds used to it.

They all are, by now. Winter nods as she ascends to the deck, feeling instinctually for the pistols at her side. They won’t do her much good — it’s the swords she’s relying on for combat, given the closeness of the deck and the amount of crew members on board — but it’s nice to have them.

The General should have known better than to send them out directly into pirate territory with a ship practically made of gold. She curses him under her breath as she emerges into the sunlight, curses him again when she turns and finds Cinder hanging off the mast, arms spread wide to catch the wind.

“Again? This is the third g-ddamn time this week, Fall,” she calls.

Cinder grins down at her. “I’m persistent.”

“You’re fucking annoying. Get down here and fight me like an adult.”

Her hand drifts towards the sword at her side, a lingering threat that doesn’t mean much any more. “If you gave yourself over to me I wouldn’t have to do all this.”

Winter scowls at her. “You love it. You’re dramatic.”

“Mm.” Cinder taps her fingers against the sword’s hilt, smiling. “The gunmen on the prow were a nice touch. Em and Merc took pretty good care of them this time, I think.”

“If you killed my gunmen —”

She rolls her eyes. “Don’t be stupid. They’re just unconscious, bit bloody, that sort of thing. I like the chase, you know? Besides, more people alive means more money for their return.”

“It was captives for your boss last time,” Winter mutters. She knows Cinder’s old speeches by heart. They’ve been playing this game for months now, back and forth across the deck of her fucking ship, and the excuses keep changing. “You don’t need to make up a different reason to come see me, you know. You could send me a letter.”

“In the middle of the ocean,” Cinder says.

“Or, you know, give it to me the next time you climb aboard my ship and pretend to pillage.”

“I’m an excellent pillager.” She hops down from her perch on the side of the mast, hands settling on the hilt of her blade. Winter sighs and draws her own, just so they’re even. If she insists on this stupid song and dance every single time she comes aboard, they might as well fight fairly.

“You’re a shit pillager. You don’t even take anything. What’s your goal, Cinder? Annoy us the whole way to Solitas?”

She grins, feral. “And back again.”

“Have it your way,” Winter says, and lunges forward.