YURI SHIPPING OLYMPICS 2024 - BONUS ROUND 5

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for this bonus round, the theme is competition! pretty open-ended, prompts that are about some sort of competition! this round will end on july 31st!

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FILL: Team Anime/Manga

[hopelessgemini]

Winter gasps for breath, tightening her fingers around Cinder’s wrists. She blinks dust out of her eyes — it doesn’t help — and searches for the curve of her shoulders in the half-light, the outline of her silhouette against the sun.

It should be easy. She’s right on top of her; her hands are digging into Winter’s throat, her breath is coming hot and fast next to her ear. If Winter could let go of her wrists, she’d find Cinder at the end of her fingertips, brushing up against her body. She blinks harder, trying to focus, and finds her vision blurring harder, her —

“Oh, shit,” Cinder’s voice says next to her ear, humming low and even, “I think you have a concussion, babe.”

“Not —” She gasps again; Cinder’s hands let up a little. “Not just a concussion. Are you invisible? It doesn’t — it doesn’t make sense. What are you doing?”

“Oh.” The hazy outline of a form flickers in front of her, taking shape underneath so much dust and smoke. “There you are. Better?”

Winter groans. “Much.”

Cinder winks at her. The effect is rather muted. “I didn’t mean to hit you that hard.”

“Well, you did.” She lets go of her wrists, scrabbles for purchase on the wall instead. Her hand finds the hilt of her sword embedded between the bricks. Convenient. “Did it look good, at least?”

Cinder’s voice lowers to a purr. “Spectacular, darling.”

“Ugh. Well, that’s something.”

The outside world filters in slowly, then all at once. The sound of crowds moving around the building shifts and bursts into detail; sirens wailing, people shouting, Weiss ordering people out of the way as dust drips from the puncture mark the two of them left. Despite herself, Winter grins hazily up at Cinder; she’ll get a talking-to when all of this is over.

Cinder grins back. The world swims under her — she’s being lowered down the wall, sliding through brick after destroyed brick. “Feel like giving in yet?”

Winter coughs, shakes her head to clear it. The aura is already doing its work. “I’m nowhere near done. Would you like to concede?”

The hands around her throat vanish entirely. Her feet brush, then sink onto the floor. Winter settles back against the wall as Cinder steps away, sucking in deep breaths. “In your dreams, babe.”