ship: winter/cinder and a little bit of ruby/weiss/penny
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It’s not really a secret that Weiss and Cinder dislike each other, but Winter had thought they would at least try to get along for her sake. She dispelled that notion about fifteen minutes into the inaugural Schnee-Rose-Polendina game night.
She leaves the living room at some point under the guise of helping Whitely prepare more refreshments. It’s not that she minds their bickering — she would rather they were competitive, as opposed to actively violent — but there’s only so many detailed threats to the safety of her loved ones that she can take before it stops being amusing.
Whitley raises an eyebrow at her when she makes it to the kitchen. “I thought you’d last longer than Penny.”
“I don’t think she minds,” Winter says. “Where’s Ruby?”
“She got a call from Yang.”
“Ah. Should we tell them to tone it down?”
“No, really,” Whitley says, jerking his chin to the hallway outside the kitchen. “I think Yang got bored and went on a mission.”
“Oh.” Winter reaches for a mug, grimacing. “Well, I’m glad she’s having fun.”
“Little bit too much fun, by the sound of it.”
The last time Winter tried to do anything friendly with Yang, she blew a hole in a wall. It was more amusing at the time. “I can’t say I’m surprised. Are you — enjoying yourself?”
He huffs. “It is entertaining, yes.”
“It is,” she agrees. “I had no idea Weiss was this competitive.”
“You raised us, didn’t you?”
“Good point.”
Someone in the living room bursts into startled laughter. Winter pauses to listen and hears Weiss say, “I still don’t trust you, but —”
“Oh, the feeling is very much mutual —”
“ — you know what, my sister likes you so you can’t be all that bad.”
She glances over her shoulder. Whitley shrugs.
“I can very much be that bad,” Cinder says. Her prosthetic arm clicks against the glass table; she must be drumming her fingers in thought.
“If you ever hurt her again I’ll break your kneecaps,” Weiss says conversationally. Cinder huffs a laugh.
“If I ever hurt her again I’ll help you do that.”
“I don’t understand,” Penny says, enthusiastic, “is this a shovel talk? Do I have to give Cinder a shovel talk too?”
Weiss laughs. “If you feel like it.”
“Hey!”
“Understood!”
Winter takes this as her cue to come back in. Whitley presses the mug she came for — still empty — into her hands before she leaves the kitchen, and she rolls her eyes at him before she pushes open the door. “What are we talking about?”
Cinder kicks Weiss’s leg under the table. “Popsicle here is finally making threats she can follow through on.”
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FILL: Team RWBY
Date: 2025-05-30 03:31 pm (UTC)fandom: RWBY
ship: winter/cinder and a little bit of ruby/weiss/penny
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It’s not really a secret that Weiss and Cinder dislike each other, but Winter had thought they would at least try to get along for her sake. She dispelled that notion about fifteen minutes into the inaugural Schnee-Rose-Polendina game night.
She leaves the living room at some point under the guise of helping Whitely prepare more refreshments. It’s not that she minds their bickering — she would rather they were competitive, as opposed to actively violent — but there’s only so many detailed threats to the safety of her loved ones that she can take before it stops being amusing.
Whitley raises an eyebrow at her when she makes it to the kitchen. “I thought you’d last longer than Penny.”
“I don’t think she minds,” Winter says. “Where’s Ruby?”
“She got a call from Yang.”
“Ah. Should we tell them to tone it down?”
“No, really,” Whitley says, jerking his chin to the hallway outside the kitchen. “I think Yang got bored and went on a mission.”
“Oh.” Winter reaches for a mug, grimacing. “Well, I’m glad she’s having fun.”
“Little bit too much fun, by the sound of it.”
The last time Winter tried to do anything friendly with Yang, she blew a hole in a wall. It was more amusing at the time. “I can’t say I’m surprised. Are you — enjoying yourself?”
He huffs. “It is entertaining, yes.”
“It is,” she agrees. “I had no idea Weiss was this competitive.”
“You raised us, didn’t you?”
“Good point.”
Someone in the living room bursts into startled laughter. Winter pauses to listen and hears Weiss say, “I still don’t trust you, but —”
“Oh, the feeling is very much mutual —”
“ — you know what, my sister likes you so you can’t be all that bad.”
She glances over her shoulder. Whitley shrugs.
“I can very much be that bad,” Cinder says. Her prosthetic arm clicks against the glass table; she must be drumming her fingers in thought.
“If you ever hurt her again I’ll break your kneecaps,” Weiss says conversationally. Cinder huffs a laugh.
“If I ever hurt her again I’ll help you do that.”
“I don’t understand,” Penny says, enthusiastic, “is this a shovel talk? Do I have to give Cinder a shovel talk too?”
Weiss laughs. “If you feel like it.”
“Hey!”
“Understood!”
Winter takes this as her cue to come back in. Whitley presses the mug she came for — still empty — into her hands before she leaves the kitchen, and she rolls her eyes at him before she pushes open the door. “What are we talking about?”
Cinder kicks Weiss’s leg under the table. “Popsicle here is finally making threats she can follow through on.”
“Are you calling me short?”