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: 684

pairing: winter schnee/cinder fall

fandom: RWBY

characters: winter schnee, cinder fall, penny polendina

a/n: i've been writing bits and pieces for this au all over the bonus rounds lol, i went with them knowing each others' identities because i think that's just. really funny

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Cinder leans forward, swirling liquid in her glass. Winter, who doesn’t drink, folds her arms over her chest and shifts back. “So,” she begins, and Winter nearly flinches, “tell me about yourself, Mrs Schnee.”

“There’s not much to tell.” She glances around, scanning the crowd inside the restaurant for lack of anything better to do with herself. “I have two younger siblings. I fought in the war. I work for Atlas. My first mission involved destroying my father’s company from the inside out, and when they didn’t want to pay for my therapy bills anymore, they set me up as a local detective to keep an eye on the Mantle community so they wouldn’t have to find anything better to do with me.”

Cinder’s lips twitch a little. “Your father?”

Winter doesn’t meet her eyes. “Jacques Schnee.” She smiles, joylessly. “I killed him.”

That’s not the official word, of course. The best thing her old boss ever did for her was take the blame himself. James Ironwood was a lot of things, but at least he knew she wouldn’t have been able to live with the weight of it.

Cinder’s mouth twists into something like a smile in response. She looks at Winter over her wine glass, dark liquid twisting inbetween her fingers, and says, “Good.”

“Good,” Winter echoes. It doesn’t feel good, sometimes. Very few things ever do. “And now they’ve called me out for this. I don’t know why; I’ve always been better at brute forcing my way through.”

“Not a very good spy, then,” Cinder smirks.

“Unfortunately,” Winter agrees. “But good enough for this.” She turns to let her gaze drift out of the windows at the front of the restaurant, through to the darkening sky and the soft buzz of the city. “I suspect they picked me because of the formal upbringing. It’s hard to shake.”

Cinder snorts. “I bet.”

“What about you?” She’s never been good at hiding her anxiety. Talking about herself tends to put her on edge. “You’re the — well. It takes a lot to work your way up to that point.”

Cinder’s eyes cool, harden. “It’s a long story,” she says evenly, “and not the kind of thing I talk about in public.”

“Mm,” Winter says. “I’m sorry.”

She shakes her head. “If you’re good I’ll tell you later.”

Sudden heat rushes up her spine. Winter casts about for something else to do with herself and fixates on her wedding band instead, pretends to be occupied with the way the silver catches the light. “Mm,” she says again, noncommittally.

//

Penny adores Cinder, as Winter predicted. She sits on the couch opposite Cinder’s newly claimed perch of what Penny call’s ‘Winter’s dad armchair’ and interrogates her relentlessly — first about the wedding certificate, how they even convinced Robyn to forge it in the first place; then about Cinder’s methods of killing.

“That’s disgusting,” Winter catches her saying more than once, ferrying Cinder’s boxes to and from her room, “tell me more.”

Cinder laughs each time and barrels on. She takes a brief hiatus once to rifle through the box Winter is currently carrying and remove two absurdly long knives, grinning ecstatically.

Winter raises her eyebrows.

“Penny’s great,” Cinder says, and vanishes back into the living room.

Later, after they’ve bickered over the dad armchair and eaten dinner, Cinder gestures between the two of them and asks, “How’d this happen, anyway?”

“Winter has been assigned to be my legal guardian,” Penny says gleefully. “I’m infiltrating a school!”

“You’re going to school; I’m infiltrating it,” Winter corrects, wincing. “They want me to pose as Penny’s mother.”

“We’ve agreed if anyone asks I’ll tell them she’s my aunt,” Penny finishes.

“Both my siblings are younger than me, but we’ll make it work.” She looks down at the mug in her hands instead of meeting Cinder’s eyes, determined not to stare. She knows just how much the staring makes her uncomfortable.

“Uh huh,” Cinder says slowly.

“To Weiss and Whitley, she’ll just be — adopted,” Winter shrugs. “They’ll love her, of course.”

“I’ve been told I’m very likeable!”

“You are,” Cinder says, smiling.