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 RWBY

[twyrewolf]

Prompt Fusion:
Only one bed + bandaging each other's wounds

FILL: Team OCs

[whumpshaped]

“You’re both low risk patients, so there won’t be a doctor attending to you,” the nurse explained as she led both Isadora and Lenora into a crowded room full of other injured people. “There are bandages in the drawers and— Oh, I miscalculated. There’s only one free bed in the room. Sorry about that. I have to go now, you two sort out your injuries on your own.”

The war had left hospitals understaffed and overcrowded, that was for sure. Isadora walked over to the bed that was pointed out to them and sat down. “Well, this is great.”

Lenora followed close behind, opening the nightstand drawer to see a few fresh rolls of bandages. “Are we really just supposed to do this alone?”

“You heard her. She had to go. Pass me a roll, would you?”

Lenora glanced at her. “You’re gonna bandage that on your own? I can help, you know.”

“No, I’m fine doing it alone. Just pass me a roll.”

She shrugged and gave her one of the rolls. “I’m gonna need help,” she added. “So tell me when you’re done, and you can help me bandage my torso.”

Isadora didn’t dignify that with an answer. She tried and failed to wrap her own torso up several times, before letting out a frustrated sigh. “I can’t do it,” she muttered.

“Sorry?”

“I can’t do it,” she repeated, louder this time.

“And you… want me to help, I assume?”

Isadora’s face was red from embarrassment as she nodded. Lenora gave her a comforting smile before she took the bandages from her hand and began wrapping her up. “Thanks,” she said once the bandages were secured around her stomach.

“You know, it’s okay to ask for help,” Lenora said gently, pulling up her own shirt for Isadora to bandage her up as well. “I ask for help all the time, and I’m still alive.”

“Right,” she mumbled.

Once they were all set, Lenora sat next to her on the bed. “Do you think we’ll be kicked out soon so they can treat higher risk patients?”

“I assume so,” Isadora said. “They need every bed they can get.”

Lenora lay down across the bed, putting her hands underneath her head to act as a pillow. “Well, as long as we’re here, I guess I’ll rest. Won’t you?”

Isadora scoffed. “Not in the same bed as you. You just rest alone.”

“Your call.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I’m leaving that side of the bed empty for when you change your mind.”

FILL: Team RWBY

[hopelessgemini]

went a little less "tender and intimate" and a little more "unhinged murder yuri" with this one but what can you do

ship: winter/cinder

fandom: RWBY

To say Cinder collapsed would be generous — it was more of a controlled faint, really, and Winter caught her anyway, so there’s no point in arguing over semantics. Either way, she wakes up a couple hours after the world was supposed to end in a transport on its way back to Vale, with Winter’s blazer draped over her shoulders and Winter’s hand looped over her hip.

She blinks up at the ceiling, squinting into the light. If Winter is sitting next to her, she genuinely can’t tell — it’s all too bright, and her prosthetic eye must have blown out at some point in the battle. “Hi,” she says, testing her voice out, and someone yelps like they were just shot in the ass.

Cinder can’t help it; she starts smiling. “Hi,” she repeats.

“Cinder,” Winter says thickly from somewhere behind her head, “oh my god, Cinder.”

The transport starts to come into focus around her: Winter’s body keeping her partially upright, the slow rattling of the engines underneath her feet, the seat they’re squashed together on. She must have been unconscious for a while. “Gods, technically,” she says, just to be a pedant, and pushes as close as she can to the slope of Winter’s shoulder. It requires twisting her neck at an awkward angle, but she figures she’s been through worse.

“I thought you were dead, I thought — well, I don’t know what I thought. But you weren’t waking up,” Winter says. Her voice is hoarse; she must have been crying.

“So we did it?”

“Not the point.”

“We did it, though,” Cinder hums.

“Well, Ruby did it. We’re heading back to a settlement to patch up. No casualties, somehow, but most of us are quite injured.” Winter shoves her pointedly. “Including you.”

“How many limbs am I down now?”

“Still just one.” She presses a rough kiss to the top of Cinder’s head, a sign that she’s been forgiven for almost dying.

-

Cinder thought she’d have gotten over the novelty of sharing a bed with Winter by now, but it turns out that it’s still incredibly anxiety-inducing. The inn they’re staying at overnight is a small one, tucked away in a town under the Branwen tribe’s jurisdiction, so while they’re technically not safe they’re not exactly in mortal peril, but the kids insisted they all double up on rooms anyway. And Winter, being objectively the Most Adult, offered to take the one with the single bed.

So here they are, almost a full day after the world was supposed to end, helping each other up a flight of stairs that Winter’s summons could have carried them up anyway.

“We really should do something about this,” Cinder says pointedly, squeezing Winter’s poorly splinted wrist. “And, you know, all of my life-threatening wounds.”

“Shut up,” Winter says, but she tightens her grip on Cinder’s waist anyway. Her aura kicked in a good while ago to keep her from bleeding out, but Cinder refrains from mentioning it. She likes Winter’s protective side.

They barricade the door — well, Winter barricades the door — and drag the bed out into the centre of the room. There’s no real reason for it, not anymore; Cinder just feels better when the space doesn’t look so large. Winter takes one look at her shuffling nervously next to the headboard and says, “I’ll take the floor,” broken wrist and all.

“No you won’t,” Cinder says automatically. “We’re adults. And we’re literally dating. We can share a bed.”

Winter’s face scrunches up; presumably indignance at the word dating, as though that could ever sum up the force of their bond or whatever. And then she acquiesces, sighing. “Fine. Just — I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m a big girl with an activated aura, I can handle getting elbowed in the night.”

Winter’s face scrunches up again. “This would be the first time we’ve slept in a bed together.”

“We are adults.”

“You have the emotional maturity of a Beowolf.”

Cinder groans and flops sideways onto the mattress, wincing a little when the impact jolts the gash in her side. “Well, at least let me fix your wrist. Lest you never hold a sword again.”

Winter’s indignance increases, but only marginally, which is a success in Cinder’s book. “It’ll heal just fine without — okay, you know what, go ahead.”

FILL: TEAM HORROR

[zombified_queer]

millions of miles between us laid on the same bed
Summary: This strange woman puts herself in harm's way for Marina's sake. Which is bold, stupid, and terribly lovable.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Fandom: Fear & Hunger (Video Game)
Relationship: Marina/Samarie

Filled here on Archive of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65920210

FILL: TEAM VISUALS NOVELS

[realxeyez]

Ship: Natsume Rin/Tokido Saya (Little Busters!)

While Rin may be getting better at handling guns, that doesn’t help when the Darkness Executives begin to increase in both number and strength. Kill one, and five more pounce at you. Rin is only one girl and even with Saya picking up the slack, it’s only a matter of time before someone gets seriously hurt.

It happens on replay seventeen. They get lost trying to find the exit (while the map is the same, Tokikaze has fiddled with the start and end points) and accidentally stumble into an enemy ambush. While Saya mows through them with ease, Rin is caught off guard and takes a bullet to the head.

If their guns did any real damage to Rin, that would spell game over. But Tokikaze has a soft spot and Rin does, technically, have protagonist immunity, so all she has to show for getting shot is a large bruise on her forehead and a killer headache.

Though, with the way Rin is complaining, perhaps it would be better if she had died.

She grumbles when Saya makes them take a break and wiggles around like a child getting a shot as Saya tries to clean and bandage the bruise. She says the disinfectant stings, that the bandage isn’t cool enough, the ground is hard, the stone room is cold, she’s hungry and tired-

“So you’re saying that everything is my fault and you want out, right? You’re sick of this and don’t want to be my partner anymore, right? It’s all my fault for dragging you into this, right? Go on, laugh! Ahahaha! Ahahahaha!”

Rin looks visibly weirded out at her rant. “Please don’t make things up about me in your head. Can we take a nap?”

“Guh.”

Only someone like Rin would be stuck in a murder-maze and want to take a nap in the middle of it. Something about only getting seven and a half hours of sleep because of Saya threatening her the day before.

…But Rin does look rather cute asking to nap. She’s just like the cats she loves so much. And, perhaps, snuggling up to Rin wouldn’t be the worst thing ever. “Hmph. Fine. I have a blanket in my bag, but it’s not very big, so we’ll have to… have to…” She trails off, face flushed, and starts heaving, “Gegegobouee…”

“Wow, what a gross noise. You were thinking of something weird, weren’t you?”

“There is nothing weird about sharing a bed with another girl! Especially a girl you l… li… live with! In the dorms! Where I live!”

Rin just watches with amused eyes. “That was a really bad save. But okay, I’ll sleep with you, Saya-chan.”

Another half-jumble that could barely be considered words escapes Saya’s mouth. It is lucky that sound doesn’t seem to travel between rooms, because that absolutely would have alerted the Darkness Executives to their location. Instead, all it earns is a little snicker from Rin.

Carefully avoiding the explosives, Saya gathers the blanket from her bag and sets it out on the floor. It’s no futon, but it’ll have to work for now. She watches quietly as Rin settles onto it, curling up like a cat. Looking up at Saya, she pats the spot next to her.

“Just wait a second, Rin, I have to psyche myself up…” Saya mutters. Even the protagonist and heroine of her favourite manga had yet to sleep with one another, so what was with this development?! Would Tokikaze prematurely end this replay because Saya slept with his sister?

“You’re thinking weird things again, aren’t you? Just get in here already, I’m getting sleepy.”

“Well now, we can’t have that, can we, now?”

“You said ‘now’ twice.”

Saya grumbles and tosses herself into the blanket. Like a heat-seeking missile, Rin almost instantly snuggles up to her. “Guh.” For Rin’s sake, she tries to hold in her Various Weird Sounds. Feeling like she’d just been handed a priceless artefact that could break at a moment's whim, Saya holds her breath and wraps her arms around Rin. She’s warm, and alive, and very much not dead from a bullet to the head. If not for Tokikaze, Rin really might have died.

Thank god she’s still here, in Saya’s arms. And if Saya has it her way, she’ll never have to let Rin go.

“Woah, your heartbeat is really quick. Do you need to see a doctor?”

She has to be doing this just to spite Saya, right? Riiiight?