BONUS ROUND 1: THROWBACK PROMPTS

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PROMPT: Team OCs

[hamaonoverdrive]

Genre fiction: an android and her mechanic

FILL: Team RWBY

[hopelessgemini]

fandom: RWBY

ship: winter/cinder

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“Feel that?”

Winter hisses through her teeth. Cinder takes that as an affirmative and pulls the bolt a little tighter, bracing her feet against the crate Winter is sitting on for leverage. “Yeah?”

Winter nods, flexing her arm experimentally. “The plate is attached now.”

It’s not exactly a great fix; there’s still the barest hint of circuitry visible underneath the panel and it’ll probably be the first thing to come off in a fight, but Cinder will take that over nothing. Having Winter walk around with her arm hanging off would be worse. “Good,” she says, setting aside the wrench, “after all this is over I’ll get you some proper plating.”

“You can decorate it now if you want.”

Not the point, but it’s sweet of her to offer. “Yeah. You got anything in mind?”

Winter turns a little, offering her a half-grin. “Racing stripes?”

Cinder huffs a laugh. “Nice try.”

They’ve done the best they can with the body they were given. Winter’s eyes are still barely, unsettlingly green; her shoulders are too slight, and she has a couple of inches over Cinder that they’re both pretending not to notice. But, like she’s said, Penny isn’t using it anymore.

Actually, Cinder isn’t sure where Penny even is. There’s no trace of her in the programming — the programming she had to modify heavily so Winter’s fucking soul could get in there properly. Winter says she can feel the remains of her aura, but in the same way she can detect aura remains on objects that have been affected by semblance use. It’s like she just upped and left one day.

And this is what ‘the best they can’ looks like: the two of them hunched over together in their makeshift workshop in Vacuo, reattaching the parts of Winter’s fancy new body that keep trying to fall off.

Cinder crosses in front of her to put her toolbox away, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she goes. Winter doesn’t even flinch this time. “You’re going back out?”

She hums. “Tomorrow.”

“And then you’ll be back for more repairs when you run race-first into a brick wall and need me to save you.”

Winter cracks a proper smile. It looks a little lopsided on Penny’s face — Cinder modified it as best as she could, got her a whole new synthetic skin and everything, but it only goes so far, and she’s too nervous to try reshaping the skull casing. “Did you ever expect anything different?”

“No. I want you for your extreme clumsiness and lack of tact.”

“That’s what I was going for,” she says, smiling softly. Cinder bends to kiss her forehead again.