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!Here is the tag with all the previous bonus rounds!
Fills can be in any format, and you can fill your teammates prompts, but you cannot fill your own prompt.
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for your prompt post title, please use the following format:
PROMPT: TEAM [TEAM NAME]
for your fill post title, please use the following format:
FILL: TEAM [TEAM NAME]
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Prompt: Team OC
Date: 2025-05-27 12:06 am (UTC)Lovers to enemies + there was only one bed
Re: Prompt: Team OC
Date: 2025-05-31 02:58 pm (UTC)ship: winter/cinder
fandom: RWBY
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“Well, this is the worst,” Cinder says. Winter is inclined to agree.
She can’t stop staring at the collar of bruises around Cinder’s throat. She didn’t realise the scar hadn’t faded; she wasn’t thinking when she grabbed her neck before. It wasn’t fair on her to assume. Debating whether to say something or not is probably the only thing keeping her from crumbling into despair right now.
The unending void spat them out somewhere around western Anima. She doesn’t really remember most of the walk to the village, nor the bandit camp. Cinder had to carry her. She says Winter was incoherent for a while — it’s what grief does to a person, she supposes — and then she registered that if they were alive, then so was Weiss, and apparently that was when she started making sense.
Winter doesn’t know if she believes anything Cinder is telling her. She doesn’t know if she’s going to kill her in her sleep. She can’t believe that she let her get this close, that she let her crawl into bed beside her and watch the door in case the Branwens try anything. Then again, if you’d asked her a few days ago she would have said she wanted this — them — back more than anything.
So here she is. Lying on her non-broken side, still in the brace, staring at Cinder’s neck and trying to figure out how to say that she still loves her.
Penny would hate her for that, she thinks. Winter definitely hates herself.
“Stop staring at me,” Cinder says roughly.
“... Why?”
“Why do I want you to stop staring at me?”
“No, I —” Winter clears her throat, scrubbing ineffectually at her face. She’s been crying for hours now. She didn’t know people could cry this much. “Why not just kill me?”
Cinder sighs, and it’s a very real sigh, the kind that says I wish you hadn’t said that. “It wouldn’t be a fair fight.”
“Since when do you care about fair fights?”
Cinder’s jaw tenses. Winter entertains the thought of kissing along the spiderwebbing scars on her cheek, down the side of her face. Penny would be so, so disappointed in her, but at least she doesn’t have to think about desecrating Weiss’s memory. “I care when you’re involved.”
She wants to laugh. She wants to put a sword through her back. “What?” And, quieter, “I grabbed you by the throat.”
“Yeah, and you’re lucky I’m so forgiving.”
Winter stares at her for a moment, grasping for something to say. “I… Weiss is alive.”
“You said,” Cinder mutters, brushing her hair out of her eyes. Winter wonders if there are any muscles in that Grimm arm. She used to be obsessed with the wiry strength in Cinder’s arms, her shoulders. “Like fifty times. The whole way here, in fact.”
“What else did I say?”
The corner of her mouth Winter can see tightens. “‘I’ll kill you’, mostly.”
It startles her so much that she laughs a little. “I absolutely did not.”
“You did. A lot, actually.” A pause. “Do you… have any aura?”
“No,” Winter says. “It broke when the General started trying to kill me.”
Cinder huffs. “Are you serious? It’s been hours.”
“The only thing holding my spine together is this brace.”
Cinder pauses, and then she looks at her, gaze soft and unwavering. Winter almost forgot what it was like to be looked at like this, to be thoroughly seen. She missed it. “Yeah, well. I’m sorry about that.”
And here her jaw does actually drop. Cinder huffs again.
“Don’t look at me like that. I didn’t mean to go so hard on you. But you did cut off my arm.”
“Oh, please. It grew back,” Winter hears herself say, playing along.
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When she wakes up, Cinder is holding her.
Re: Prompt: Team OC
Date: 2025-06-03 09:21 pm (UTC)