BONUS ROUND 1: THROWBACK PROMPTS

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In this round, we'll be using prompts from last year's bonus rounds! You can either come up with a prompt based on the previous themes, fill a prompt from previous bonus rounds, or fill a prompt that's been posted this year!

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PROMPT: TEAM [TEAM NAME]

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FILL: TEAM [TEAM NAME]

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PROMPT: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM

[miyukitty]

For Competition: horseback riding! anything from medieval jousting, Polo, casual races, and modern dressage, there's plenty of rivalry to be found on the back of a horse~

FILL: Team RWBY

[hopelessgemini]

fandom: RWBY

ship: winter/cinder

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Cinder knew it was liable to happen, but still, she can’t entirely shake her surprise when Very Obviously Winter Schnee wanders out into the tournament lineup. She’s not even hiding it all that well; she can just about make out the colour of her robes under her armour, white hair escaping from her helmet.

Annoyingly, she seems to be the only person paying enough attention to notice. It’s not like it’s all that out of the blue, either. It’s her hand in marriage they’re auctioning off, after all.

Cinder adjusts her grip on Midnight’s reins and tries not to look too uneasy. She kind of hates Winter’s guts, but her sponsor is kind of counting on her to win. And if the rumours are to be believed, Winter is an extremely accomplished fighter. Possibly more accomplished than Cinder, and definitely more so than all of the other buffoons they’ve lined up for the purpose of the spectacle. There was supposed to be an arrangement, some kind of understanding, but now —

Well, it doesn’t matter. She can still win this, if she plays her cards right, and then Salem won’t have a good reason to get rid of her anymore.

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Cinder had planned to give her a favour.

They forgo the usual rituals of paying their respects, since the Lord is nowhere to be seen and neither are his three children, but it’s all she can think about as she guides Midnight up to her starting position. She was going to give Winter a favour. It was meant to be something of a taunt; a rose she picked from the Schnee household’s own gardens. All this will be mine, it was meant to say. And Winter would be veiled, obviously, but she’d be able to see her mouth twisting down as she brushed against Cinder’s hand, and it would be something, some small victory in a list of other, more significant victories.

She doesn’t really know what to do with the rose now. Maybe she’ll throw it in Winter’s face when she wins.

She breezes through the first few stages of the tournament with ease. Most of the other competitors they managed to find are incompetent as all hell, and Cinder has been spearing things with lances since she was old enough to walk. Winter, who has been announced as Sir Frost — subtle — is equally successful. Cinder hates cliche.

She’d planned to give her a favour, though, and she hasn’t been able to get the thought out of her head for hours now. She’s still thinking about the rose as she watches Winter smash Port’s breastplate in with ease, still thinking about the rose when the semifinalist she was supposed to fight has to drop out due to mysterious circumstances. Because of course Watts couldn’t let her win on her own merit, but that’s irrelevant now. She was supposed to give Winter a favour.

Embarrassingly, they have to shake hands before the final match. Winter stays silent, glowering at her through her helmet, and Cinder — Cinder is still thinking about the hypothetical downward twist of her mouth, the sharp angles of her cheekbones, and so she finds herself saying, “I was gonna give you a rose.”

Winter remains silent. Cinder grins. She already knew it was her, of course, but it’s nice to have confirmation. Too bad she’s the only person competent enough to notice a soddy disguise in this entire kingdom. It almost makes up for the slip-up.

“And what if I win?”

She nearly jumps — nearly. Midnight shifts uncomfortably, picking up on her rider’s irritation. “If you win?” she echoes.

Winter shrugs, confident, fluid. “What if I win? Do I have to give you a rose?”

“I —”

“Do I get your hand in marriage, Lady Fall?” She tilts back the visor of her helmet and oh, her eyes are clear and blue and sparkling with humour, “I can’t exactly marry myself, can I?”

“... So what’s this all for, then? Why are you competing?”

She shrugs again, corners of her mouth kicking up. “Because it was the easiest way to make my father look like an idiot.”

Watts is probably in the crowd, yelling at her to get on with it, but right now Cinder can’t exactly find it in herself to care. She resolves, then and there, to win the tournament, if only to see what Winter will do when she finally gets into the rose garden.

Re: FILL: Team RWBY

[miyukitty]

that was so quick! :D nice fill!