BONUS ROUND 4 - FOOD
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yurishippingolympicsIn this round, we want to see prompts inspired by food!
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PROMPT: TEAM RWBY
Date: 2025-06-30 11:58 am (UTC)FILL: TEAM VISUAL NOVELS
Date: 2025-07-05 01:00 am (UTC)Word count: 714
Brie and Vero took the bus to a sushi restaurant. “It’ll be a nice break,” Vero said. She hadn’t said anything beyond that but Brie wondered if this could also be considered a date.
Vero had always been there for Brie. Back when Brie was Rose, a naive and weak girl, and even now, when Brie was still so weak. A weak coward who ran away.
Brie thought that they liked Vero, but they wondered if it would be unfair to Vero to tell her. It would be another thing that they put upon Vero and Brie already felt like a burden. So they kept that thought to themself because they had to be stronger before even considering confessing. They would just settle with these little moments with Vero, not-quite-dates.
When they entered the restaurant, Vero talked for them, telling a waiter that they were a party of two. They sat down at a booth with smooth, cushioned seats. Vero was across from Brie, chipper as she asked for water for the both of them.
Brie examined their surroundings. They didn’t have to order the sushi themselves. There was a revolving belt that carried plates of sushi, covered in clear domes, constantly moving past the booths at a steady pace. A little TV screen was playing music, telling the audience to insert empty sushi plates into a tray at the end of the table to play out animated scenes.
They stared at the sign that instructed people on how to take the sushi out from the revolving belt. Brie thought they got the gist of it but they felt uncertain about reaching their hand out to actually take a plate of sushi.
Vero cleared her throat and Brie glanced at her. “I’ll try first.” She reached out to a red plate with sushi on it, pinching the tip of the plate and lifting it gently. There was a small pop as the dome lifted up and Vero put the plate on table. “Pretty easy! You’ll get the hang of it real quick.”
Brie made a slight smile and nodded. It was fascinating how it worked. They never would have imagined going to a restaurant like this when they had been living in the kingdom. Seafood had been immensely expensive and rare since Brie had resided in the capital inland, far from coastal regions and the oceans.
They watched the plates float by and picked one with a little plaque saying it had salmon. With a tentative grip, they imitated Vero and pulled the plate from its spot.
It seemed like magic for a moment. But Vero had already told them that there was no magic in this world. Society had simply advanced in technology and had many progressive developments.
Brie fumbled a bit with the chopsticks but managed to grab and eat a sushi roll. They made small sound of delight as they tasted seared salmon and a dab of cream cheese with rice. Brie had come to appreciate food more ever since Vero came into their life.
They peered at her now, wondering how much they should eat. Vero waved a hand, seeming to already understand their silent question. “I just got my paycheck so don’t worry! Eat as much as you want, ok?”
Brie hesitated but nodded. “Thanks.” Vero always treated them well. Brie was determined to also take her out to a nice place to eat once they saved up a bit more money from their own job. She would say it wasn’t necessary and that it was her responsibility to take care of Brie in this new world, but Brie didn’t always want to be the one who had to be helped.
They were truly grateful to Vero for everything and they wanted to also give her anything she wanted. Brie took a bite of another roll of sushi –this one was a sweet omelet – and started a conversation. “So how was work today?”
Brie settled into this moment as Vero beamed at them and started recounting about every interesting customer she had met at her job. Brie was happy just listening to Vero. One day, they would have to go back to their old world and when that time came, they hoped that Vero would come with them too.
PROMPT: TEAM RWBY
Date: 2025-06-30 11:59 am (UTC)FILL: TEAM MAGICAL GIRLS
Date: 2025-07-01 05:21 am (UTC)“I’ve never tried one of these before actually,” Stella says, popping a Pocky stick into her mouth. She makes a noise of delight. “Oh babe. You have to try this.”
Stella passes a chocolate covered stick to Tecna. Tecna takes a bite.
“I like it, which makes sense considering I like biscuits,” Tecna says after eating the whole thing.
Stella blinks up at Tecna expectantly. “And chocolate?”
Tecna sighs. “Yes. And chocolate.”
Stella pats Tecna’s head. “My sweets induction is working just as planned.” Before Tecna gets a chance to deliver a quip to Stella’s remark, Stella sits up straighter and faces Tecna. She removes a Pocky stick from the box, wiggling it around dramatically before placing one end of it in her mouth.
She bats her eyelashes at Tecna. Tecna raises her eyebrows and stares back silently without moving just to mess with her.
Stella pouts, looking extra adorable with the Pocky stick in her mouth, and reaches for Tecna to bring her closer. Tecna smirks, smug in her small victory.
“I can’t believe I got convinced into doing this,” Tecna says, before straightening the snack with a hand and placing the other end of it between her teeth.
Neither of them move for a moment, both of them preoccupied with taking in their opponent on the opposite end of the snack. It’s when Tecna decides that maybe now’s a good time to get the first move in, does Stella take a big bite. A quarter of the stick is now gone.
Tecna blinks, not entirely surprised at the move. “Come on,” Stella goads, her words muffled by the treat in her mouth. “Give up.”
Tecna takes a slightly bigger bite than Stella. Approximately 0.4 millimetres more than Stella, she calculates. Their noses brush against each other as the stick gets shorter.
Tecna doesn’t attempt to say anything after, content to just stare at Stella expectantly with what she hopes is a smug look on her face. The best outcome would be that Tecna had managed an expression more smug than before.
“You’re cute,” Stella says, slinging an arm around Tecna’s shoulders. Stella bites, the length of the stick shortening by the most imperceptible amount. She takes another tiny bite, the amount ticking up another two times before she stops. They’re so close their noses are touching now.
Tecna feels the hairs on the back of her neck stand up when Stella traces a finger down it.
Her finger reaches the middle of Tecna’s back. She taps in a nonchalant rhythm, adding one, then two more fingers to her tapping. Stella tilts her head, smiling flirtatiously. Tecna exhales through her nose.
Tecna had researched what the challenge would be like yesterday when Stella had brought it up. Stella hadn’t exactly explained much besides telling her it involved Pocky and that it would be fun, but from what she had read up about the challenge online, the person who lost was the one who chickened out first.
As she and Stella were dating for months now, that confused Tecna more than anything. They had plenty of experience kissing and being up close by this point, but Tecna knows Stella sometimes loves doing things with her without an immediate obvious purpose or reason.
“I just want to spend time with you,” Stella had said when Tecna asked. “I can explain if you need me to, and will if it’s important, but sometimes it’s just fun to surprise you.”
Tecna trusts Stella, so she accepted that explanation easily.
Tecna takes a small bite forward, mimicking Stella exactly this time. Their lips brush.
“Not giving up?” Stella asks. Tecna shakes her head.
The hand on her back reaches up to run through her hair. Stella’s other hand loops around her neck.
“Lovely.” Stella takes a bite, effectively closing the distance between them and locking their lips together. Tecna makes a noise of surprise before it slowly turns to one of pleasure. She reciprocates the affection, grabbing Stella’s waist and pulling her closer.
They separate when they both need air, though their hands still remain on each other.
“That was fun,” Stella says after catching her breath. “Did you have fun too?”
“Yes,” Tecna replies. “But Stell, can I ask something?” At Stella’s nod, Tecna continues. “Did we do that just so that we could kiss?”
Stella responds with a peck on her lips. “You’re fun to kiss.”
Tecna giggles. “You can always just ask.”
“I know. I just like to spice things up sometimes.” She cups Tecna’s face. “And it gives me an excuse to stare at your pretty face.”
Tecna’s cheeks turn pink. “You can do that anytime too.”
“Dramatics, love. Also, I like seeing you be competitive. My lovely gamer nerd,” Stella says, smiling all the while.
“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” Tecna deadpans, but she smiles back at Stella.
Stella moves to grabs another Pocky stick, smirking at Tecna. “Up for another round, nerd?”
“You’re on.”
PROMPT: TEAM RWBY
Date: 2025-06-30 12:00 pm (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM VISUAL NOVELS
Date: 2025-06-30 12:00 pm (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM RWBY
Date: 2025-06-30 12:00 pm (UTC)FILL: Team RWBY
Date: 2025-07-01 02:32 pm (UTC)fandom: RWBY
ship: winter/cinder
weiss wingmanning winter through music is my new favourite joke hc
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Winter typically doesn’t listen to music while she’s cooking, but she makes an exception for Weiss’s new releases. In her words, it’s a ‘whole thing’ — she’s meant to be experimenting with her sound more, since Father isn’t around to make her perform exclusively opera, and Winter is determined to be her biggest supporter.
Cinder, of course, didn’t even know Weiss sang in the first place. She comes into the kitchen while Winter is trying not to burn chicken and sidles up beside her, wrapping her arms around her waist. “This is good, who is it?”
Winter hums, turning down the stove. “Sorry, is it too loud?”
Cinder shakes her head. She’s very touchy today. “It’s fine. What are you making?”
“Very burned chicken. And this is my sister’s music. It’s her newest album.”
“Huh,” Cinder says. “She’s got a great voice.”
Winter melts a little. “She has.” She refrains from gushing about it; she knows it probably comes off a little too overprotective. “Did you want something or are you just here to bother me?”
“Hmm. Just here to bother you.”
Winter huffs, but doesn’t resist when Cinder starts rocking them from side to side in time with the music. She has to angle herself a little awkwardly to move the chicken from the pan to the plate, since Cinder is holding her so tightly as to prevent her from moving very far, but it’s worth it. She isn’t always this touchy.
The second she puts the pan back down on the stove, Cinder — well, Winter doesn’t entirely catch what she does; one second she’s reaching over to turn off the cooker hood and the next she’s sitting on the counter next to the sink.
“I missed you today,” Cinder says, pulling her in for a kiss.
Winter loops her arms around her shoulders. “I missed you too,” she says, but she doesn’t get very far with it — Cinder pulls her back off the counter and tugs her around the kitchen, hands on the small of her back. Winter smiles against her mouth. “What’s all this for?”
“I’m dancing with you. We’re dancing in the kitchen.”
“You can’t dance for shit,” Winter says, swaying in time with her.
Another song comes over the speakers, soft and mostly instrumental. She remembers Weiss drafting this, teaching herself violin all over again, singing softly under her breath. She remembers Cinder coming home to the two of them asleep on the couch, listening to demos.
“Does it matter?” Cinder grins, and Winter melts a little more.
PROMPT: TEAM RWBY
Date: 2025-06-30 12:01 pm (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM VISUAL NOVELS
Date: 2025-06-30 12:02 pm (UTC)FILL: Team RWBY
Date: 2025-07-01 02:56 pm (UTC)fandom: RWBY
ship: winter/cinder
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“What are you making?”
“Marble cake, so don’t fuck this up,” Cinder says without looking up.
Winter doesn’t answer, and for a moment she thinks she’s safe. Marble cake is her favourite, so there’s less incentive to mess with her while she’s baking, and —
Her hand appears in Cinder’s field of view. Cinder swats it away, but she still manages to get a fistful of flour from the bowl and throw it in her face. At least she doesn’t have her prosthetic in; that would have fucked it up pretty badly, and that’s possibly the only thing saving Winter from all-out war right now.
“Are you having fun?”
Winter’s hand dips back out of her view. Cinder doesn’t turn to look, but she can hear the smirk in her voice. “Yes, actually.”
“Good,” Cinder says, and upends the whole bag over her head.
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She manages to get Winter pinned under her, completely covered in flour and laughing. It’s one of her greatest victories, to be honest. Seeing Winter laugh like this is kind of — magical. Even if she did douse Cinder in flour too.
She stops putting up a fight when Cinder leans down to kiss her. There must be flour all over her hair by now; she’s not helping by driving her fingers into it.
“I’m never getting that marble cake,” she says against Cinder’s mouth.
“Never,” Cinder agrees.
PROMPT: TEAM RWBY
Date: 2025-06-30 12:03 pm (UTC)FILL: Team RWBY
Date: 2025-07-01 03:10 pm (UTC)fandom: RWBY
ship: winter/cinder
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“Get off,” Cinder says.
Winter hums against her neck, hands around her waist. “This is nice.”
It is nice, but she’d never actually admit that. She tilts her head to the side so Winter can have better access, tipping the excess water from the pot into the sink. “You’re throwing off my cooking. You’ll get a shit meal.”
“Mm,” Winter says. Her hands slip up under Cinder’s shirt, resting against her abs. “I don’t care.”
“Fine, knock yourself out.”
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To get back at her, Cinder insists on clinging to her back the entire time she’s trying to make casserole. Winter won’t let her get away with a straight up piggyback, but she won’t stop her from latching onto her like a koala. Cinder doesn’t mind being dragged around the kitchen. It’s worth it.
“Are you going to stay like this while we’re eating?”
Cinder starts drawing circles over Winter’s hips. “Yes. You’re comfortable.”
Winter huffs. “You’re pathetic.”
“I loveeee youuuuuu—”
“Alright, fine.”
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It would be a lot easier to make a fucking sandwich if Winter would stop stealing food over her shoulder, but Cinder supposes she did ask for it. Her free hand is fucking freezing too, propped on Cinder’s hip as it is. “Do you have to spectate the entire time?” she asks, and Winter hums while she takes an entire slice of bread off the plate.
“Yes. I like watching you do things. It’s domestic.”
“You’re a freak,” Cinder says.
Winter kisses her neck, holding up the bread for Cinder to take a bite from. “I know.”
PROMPT: TEAM OC
Date: 2025-06-30 12:03 pm (UTC)FILL: TEAM VISUAL NOVELS
Date: 2025-07-05 02:51 am (UTC)Word count: 642
CW for religious mention (Christianity and twisting it) + strangulation (and murder)
Camille wasn’t sure when it started. It being cannibalism. She remembered meals with her family, thanking the Lord, their God, for the food they were able to eat. She remembered her mom talking about how God had made every person in His image, so each person had a piece of God in them.
Eating their flesh and blood was an act of reverence, respecting the divine. It was a way to be closer to God. For even God himself gave his disciples his own flesh and blood to eat.
As a kid, she quietly listened and ate her meals. She didn’t really care about this god back then and she still didn’t now. But the hunger persisted. She couldn’t stop eating human flesh. It was dirty and wrong and disgusting but she supposed that was befitting of her.
She was careful about the murders, picking people whose disappearances wouldn’t be noticed for a time. She cut the bodies up and preserved them so that they would last longer and she wouldn’t have to look for her next meal for a while.
This day was another day to look for food. It was the same routine of wandering the streets, scoping passersby. There weren’t too many people around. When there was no one else in sight, she grabbed a random person about to walk by and pulled them into an alleyway.
She preferred not to make any messes if she could so right now, her hands around their throat were enough to kill them.
It was time to deal with the body. But then she heard a small gasp and looked up. A classmate was standing there. The scene was quite obvious so Camille doubted she could lie her way out of this situation.
She reached for the knife in her pocket. She didn’t want to kill anyone at her school but she didn’t have a choice now if she wanted to keep that girl quiet.
Her classmate likely realized this murderous intent and ran away. Camille cursed. She couldn’t leave the corpse behind in case someone else found it and called the police. Camille shoved the body into the long duffel bag she was carrying and hauled it home.
Her hands shook as she prepared a meal. That girl, her classmate, had seen her. Camille was faintly aware of her. Her name was Tessa. Camille had only briefly talked to her. They weren’t close but Tessa had occasionally asked her questions like what her favorite flower was.
She supposed it didn’t matter if they were close or not. Tessa was going to report her, call the police or the school, tell someone. Camille sighed as she stared at the bloody cutting board. She supposed she was going to get caught eventually. Her mother wasn’t around anymore to help her either.
The next day, Camille took a deep breath and got ready for school. She walked into the classroom, wondering when an announcement would call her to the office. Or maybe everyone in her class already knew too and she’d see it when they stared at her in fear and disgust.
Someone called her name. She looked to see a classmate smiling at her like normal and asking about her day. Other classmates came up to her and struck a conversation. Nothing was out of the norm.
Camille peered towards the back of the classroom, where Tessa was sitting. She saw Camille looking and quickly stared back at her desk. Over the next couple of days, everything was the same. Tessa had not told anyone about what happened.
Camille kept an eye on her when they shared the same classes. Why hadn’t she told anyone yet? A strange feeling had been planted in Camille’s heart and she couldn’t stop thinking about Tessa. She was the only person who knew who Camille truly was.
PROMPT: TEAM RWBY
Date: 2025-06-30 12:04 pm (UTC)FILL: Team RWBY
Date: 2025-07-01 03:34 pm (UTC)fandom: RWBY
ship: winter/cinder
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Winter has just managed to hit her stride when Cinder slams the thickest binder she’s ever seen down in front of her and says, “You too?”
Winter looks down at her notes. Back up at Cinder. “... Yes? I’m studying for the Grimm 102 tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” Cinder says. “You want anything?’’
“Anything…?”
She gestures towards the kitchenette. “I was going to make myself something to eat while I read my notes. Do you like spaghetti?” And in a smaller voice, “That’s the only thing I know how to cook.”
“Uh,” Winter says eloquently, “sure, if you feel like cooking.”
Cinder tilts her head to the side for a moment, thinking. Winter always thought that expression of hers made her look exceptionally pretty. Maybe if they both pass this exam she’ll do something about it. “How about you read your notes out loud, I cook?”
“Alright, I can do that.”
“Cool,” Cinder says. “Start at the beginning.”
Winter flicks back through her notes to the start of the folder while Cinder starts raiding the cupboards. She’s never really… revised with anyone before like this. People usually don’t want to spend time around her, and she’d be lying if she said it didn’t sting. It’s probably partially her fault, but she can’t help coming off as standoffish; it’s just how she was raised.
Cinder, though — Cinder has never seemed put off by her. Winter clears her throat and starts reading out loud, and the entire time something warm burns in her chest that she can’t quite shake.
PROMPT: TEAM RWBY
Date: 2025-06-30 12:07 pm (UTC)FILL: Team RWBY
Date: 2025-07-01 08:16 pm (UTC)fandom: RWBY
ship: winter/cinder
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“See, I respect all the work you put into this, but it tastes like shit,” Winter says.
Cinder sighs, taking the plate off her. “I know.”
“It might be a textural thing?” She gestures to the aubergine. “You could try something else with the potatoes, maybe. Otherwise it’s too much.”
“This is why I give it to you first,” Cinder says, picking through the plate with her own fork. “Weiss would just throw the plate in my face.”
“Well, you did push her off a cliff that one time.”
She sighs again. “I know.”
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The second attempt goes a lot better. Winter dutifully eats most of it, then proclaims, “That was significantly less shit,” and is rewarded with a glowing smile.
“Ready to make everyone else eat?”
“Probably not yet, but it’s a start.”
Cinder doesn’t even deflate. She takes the plate back from Winter and tries what’s left for herself, and her smile only grows wider. Winter is extraordinarily proud of her. She’s really grown since she decided she wanted to learn how to cook — she’s happier, brighter, gentler. Winter grew up with a household chef and everything, and she has autism, so she’s practically the perfect candidate to experiment on.
“I see what you mean,” Cinder says through a mouthful of potatoes, “it’s like — I don’t know. I see what you mean.”
“Try a different sauce?” Winter suggests.
“Yeah, ketchup probably does bring the quality down somewhat.”
“No, it’s more — it’s too sharp. You want something softer.”
“Right,” she says, still studying the plate. “I knew I kept you around for a reason.”
PROMPT: TEAM OC
Date: 2025-06-30 12:07 pm (UTC)FILL: Team RWBY
Date: 2025-07-02 09:22 pm (UTC)fill cam be found here: https://discord.com/channels/1121683344661430415/1378389505379143740/1390080110400507974
FILL: TEAM ROSEMARY
From:PROMPT: TEAM VISUAL NOVELS
Date: 2025-06-30 12:08 pm (UTC)FILL: Team RWBY
Date: 2025-07-02 03:49 pm (UTC)fandom: RWBY
ship: winter/cinder
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Cinder descends the stairs at exactly 1 AM, and Winter is fucking hoovering again.
She gave up being sick of it a while ago. There’s nothing she can really do to stop her, save from getting the landlord to kick her out, but it’s always — god, it really is every time she goes into the kitchen, isn’t it? She’s taken to eating on campus unless she can help it, and today she very much can’t help it.
So she comes downstairs past midnight, too sick and groggy to really safely cook, and just fucking hopes Winter won’t be around again. She gets two minutes into meal prep before the vacuum starts.
Cinder is half convinced she’s developed pneumonia, so she doesn’t have the energy to protest. She just puts her headphones on and gets on with it. Genuinely she has no idea why Winter won’t leave her alone; it strikes her as an incredibly stupid decision to start cleaning the living room every time someone starts cooking, but she’s just so tired —
She’s cut out of her Cooking Dissociation when Winter backs into the kitchen with the vacuum in tow.
“Winter.”
Winter turns the hoover off instantly. “What?”
“It’s one in the morning.”
“Right,” she says. “And?”
“... Are you actually fucking joking.”
Winter makes a complicated face. “That depends on your definition of a joke. Am I bothering you?”
“Yes.”
She looks down at the vacuum. “Oh. Yeah.”
Cinder grits her teeth. “Is there a reason you’re cleaning at 1 AM?”
Silence. Winter’s head stays bowed, and after a moment she mumbles, “I wanted to check in on you.”
-
She helps Cinder finish cooking the meal, in the end. It turns out a little bit burned, but that doesn’t really matter.
PROMPT: TEAM OC
Date: 2025-06-30 12:08 pm (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM VISUAL NOVELS
Date: 2025-06-30 12:10 pm (UTC)FILL: Team RWBY
Date: 2025-07-03 02:21 pm (UTC)fandom: RWBY
ship: winter/cinder
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wifey: What meat do you like best
wifey has sent an image
cinder: uh
hwy
wifey: Cooking with raw meat won’t hurt you, right?
cinder: shouldnt
y
wifey: Also what meat do you like best
Don’t make the joke
cinder: hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
i like beef
i think
never had it raw
wifey: Come home early tonight
cinder: why
wifey: I’m making you dinner
cinder: but i cant e
OH
:)
have i mentioned i love youuuuu
wifey: Yes, often
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Weiss: Are you cooking for Cinde ragain
Winter: Yes. Why?
Weiss: There is a metric tonne of raw beef in my fridge
PROMPT: TEAM RWBY
Date: 2025-06-30 12:10 pm (UTC)FILL: Team RWBY
Date: 2025-07-03 03:04 pm (UTC)fandom: RWBY
ship: winter/cinder
i don't really know where i was going with this tbh
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Cinder takes her to a burrito van in Vale.
Winter has never really done this before, so she stands awkwardly behind her and follows her lead the entire time. They wait for their orders by sitting on the pavement and watching the vendor move around inside the van. Winter doesn’t really know the social code here, so she sets her head on Cinder’s shoulder and waits to be told what to do.
They sit down in the park opposite and eat in companionable silence. Cinder keeps one hand brushing Winter’s wrist at all times. It’s — nothing like what she’s used to. She wonders just how much her childhood would have changed if she’d been allowed moments of levity like this.
“This isn’t very formal at all,” she says, smiling down at the table.
“Yeah?”
“It’s fun.”
Cinder draws her thumb over Winter’s wrist. “Yeah,” she says. “It is. Makes me feel like, at one with the general population. Like I’m just a regular person.”
“You’re going to hate the date I have planned.”
She grins. “I mean, I’m always happy to have my wife spoil me.”
“We’re not married yet,” Winter says, aware she’s blushing.
“We might as well be.”
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True to her word, Winter takes Cinder to the best high-end restaurant she knows in the area.
“This is extreme, even for Atlesian food,” Cinder says, tapping something on the menu.
Winter doesn’t even bother looking at it. “I’ll pay for it.”
Cinder makes a complicated face. “You know I was joking about the ‘spoiling me’ thing, right? I know you’re fuckoff rich but this feels like a bit much.”
“I’m not fuckoff rich anymore,” she says idly, raising a hand to flag the waiter. “They’re just scared of my sister.”
“Well, who wouldn’t be? She’s terrifying.”
“I’m going to tell her that. It’ll make her day.”
The most annoying part is, the food is genuinely really good. Cinder winds up stealing most of Winter’s food off her plate — and Winter lets her, looking at her with that wide-eyed ‘stupidly in love’ expression she really wishes she wouldn’t break out in public.
They walk the entire way back to their apartment. Winter insists on holding her hand the entire time, says something about vindication and having generally correct opinions. Cinder is madly in love with her, so she lets her.
PROMPT: TEAM OC
Date: 2025-06-30 12:10 pm (UTC)FILL: Team RWBY
Date: 2025-07-03 03:21 pm (UTC)fandom: RWBY
ship: winter/cinder
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Day three of being left alone on this fucking island. Winter has started setting up traps for food. I don’t think she’s aware that there aren’t really animals we can hunt here. Given it’s, you know, some sort of insane fantasy acid trip. All the mice talk.
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Day four. NVM Winter caught a shoebill. Why the fuck is there a regular shoebill
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Day five. I walked along the beach for seven hours and kept getting turned around. We’re never getting off this fucking island. Winter keeps offering me the shoebill. I am not eating the fucking shoebill. I know she was trained to do whatever she can in a situation like this but what the hell
I’ve started pulling actual cheese out of the ground and just having that. Probably the healthiest thing I’ve eaten in actual years
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Day six. OHHHHH SHE’S TRYING TO MAKE ME EAT THE SHOEBILL AS A PEACE OFFERING
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day seven. whole week no sign of other people but we got through to the actual jungle. we’re going to try headingtowards the tree. i am walking right now
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Day eight. Winter’s sister is alive. Great
PROMPT: TEAM OC
Date: 2025-06-30 12:11 pm (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM RWBY
Date: 2025-06-30 12:11 pm (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM VISUAL NOVELS
Date: 2025-06-30 12:11 pm (UTC)FILL: Team RWBY
Date: 2025-07-03 03:38 pm (UTC)fandom: RWBY
ship: winter/cinder
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Winter said she was going to make the whole military thing up to her the next time she saw her, so of course Cinder has been staunchly avoiding her ever since. She spends weeks carefully collecting information on Winter’s new routine, planning her days around that, and then just gives up and basically becomes nocturnal. Which is great, except now she’s trying to eat some fucking ramen and Winter has just seen her.
Cinder debates getting up and walking away, setting the cart on fire, or some combination of the two. She’s just figuring out the logistics of fleeing a crime scene when Winter slides into the seat next to her and says, “I’m paying.”
“Kill yourself.”
She smiles. “No.”
“Oh well. I guess I could do it for you if you were that desperate.”
Her smile doesn’t falter, and that’s the worst fucking thing. Winter never smiled at anyone except for her. “You’re going to put everyone off the ramen.” Cinder contemplates several other increasingly violent responses to this.
“Anyway, what are you even doing here? I thought you were leaving Mantle.”
She stares hard at her bowl. “Don’t have the money to move.”
“Right,” Winter says. “What’s the plan? Were you planning to get your license?”
Cinder doesn’t answer. Winter knows what’s good for her, so she puts some lien on the table, gets up and turns to go. And then she says, “I’m still going to make it up to you. I promise.”
Cinder doesn’t watch her leave. She cries into her ramen bowl for a little bit, but she doesn’t look. She doesn’t think she could bear it.
PROMPT: TEAM RWBY
Date: 2025-06-30 12:12 pm (UTC)FILL: Team RWBY
Date: 2025-07-03 08:01 pm (UTC)fandom: RWBY
ship: winter/cinder
content warnings: mentioned gun violence, hostage situations, mentioned physical abuse
this has almost nothing to do with the prompt i am so sorry
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Winter doesn’t drink.
To be more accurate, Winter has developed something of a phobia of alcohol. She refused to go to parties in college entirely because she was terrified that she’d accidentally drink something with alcohol in it. This is why the sight of her stumbling into Cinder’s bar, definitely drunk and definitely in distress, freaks her out so badly.
She announces she’s going on break and vaults over the counter. Her coworker looks at her like she’s insane, but Cinder can’t really bring herself to care. She manages to get to Winter’s side before she falls over, which is the most important thing.
“Cinder,” Winter says, like she’s just noticed she’s there, like she didn’t come to this bar on purpose because she knows it’s where she works, like — “My boss just killed my father.”
“What,” Cinder says.
She does actually fall over this time. Cinder manages to get her hands under her shoulders before she can hit the floor. “Yeah, my boss walked into his house and shot him. Weird, right?”
“Your boss.”
“Yeah,” she says. “It’s on the news and everything. That’s how I found out. And my sister is missing! Isn’t that funny? My little sister is missing. That’s great.”
“Weiss?”
“No, Whitley. She’s missing! That’s so great. I haven’t seen her in almost ten years and she’s missing. And they’re keeping me off the case, and putting me on leave because of a personal tragedy, so I’m not allowed to look for her.”
Cinder manages to drag her into the break room. Winter doesn’t seem to be interested in getting to her feet, but she doesn’t exactly put up a fight. “She’s my ex,” she says to her coworker, which doesn’t clear anything up.
“I am her ex,” Winter says helpfully.
“Okay, yeah, come on, we’re getting you some water. How much have you had?”
“I don’t know! It’s interesting. I’ve never been drunk before, you know? My roommate had some beer in the fridge — that was disgusting, never let me have that again — and something with cranberry in. I hope she doesn’t mind that I had it.”
Cinder props the door to the break room open and drags her through. “Who’s your roommate?”
“Robyn Hill.”
She snorts. “You live with famous anti-cop activist Robyn Hill?”
“I’m not a cop anymore,” Winter says idly. Cinder gets her sitting down and forces a cup of water into her hand. She looks at it like she forgot water existed.
“Yeah, because playing detective is so much better.”
“Not for much longer. I’m quitting,” she says.
Has she always been crying? Cinder kneels down in front of her to get a better look, second glass of water in hand. Her eyes are bright with tears; her entire face is red, and she knows that’s not just the alcohol — Winter always goes red when she cries. “Winter,” she says, “what can I do?”
“Damn, you really did get better,” Winter says.
“Yeah, I know.”
“I fell in love with you because you were a massive bitch.”
“Yeah.”
“And now you’re so nice and it’s really hot.”
“Shut up,” Cinder says. “What can I do?”
Winter scrunches her face up. She’s never this expressive usually. “I… don’t know. I don’t know what I need.”
“Right,” Cinder says, “well. I’m going to tell my coworker I’m dealing with something right now. She’ll understand, because she’s too nice for her own good, and we’re going to sit back here for the rest of the night and talk about — all of this. Okay?”
“Yeah,” Winter says.
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As far as she can tell, the story is pretty simple: Winter’s old boss was trying to achieve utmost control over the police force, and Jacques Schnee didn’t like that. He didn’t like that Ironwood stood against using the cops to enforce the oppression of the lower classes in Mantle; he didn’t like that Ironwood was trying to cut back the SDC, so he ran against him for a seat on the council. Bunch of politics shit Winter doesn’t understand, blah blah blah, in order to eliminate him Ironwood fucking shot him. And Winter’s youngest sister was in the house at the time.
The current working theory is that Ironwood has her as some sort of hostage to force the SDC to comply. Winter thinks she would have ran out of the house as soon as she knew someone else was in there. Winter thinks she was planning to run away from home for a while. Weiss did it too, after all.
Cinder manages to get the whole story out of her over the course of the night. She hasn’t told anyone else the context, not even her roommate, not even her coworkers. No wonder she crumbled under it. Cinder is the only person who knows her dad used to hit her; that hasn’t changed since they were dating.
“You really should have spoken to someone about that,” she says.
“You’re one to talk.”
“Well, yeah, but I actually did. I talked to someone about my stepmom and now I’m like, better. And on antidepressants.”
“Oh, I can’t do that,” Winter says, almost cheerful. “That would be bad.”
Cinder sighs and leans forward, resting her head on Winter’s knee. Winter starts awkwardly patting her head. “Just — promise me you’ll think about it? It’s important.”
Those, of course, are the magic words. When Winter answers, she sounds a lot more serious. “Okay. I won’t forget.”
“Yeah. Don’t.”
PROMPT: TEAM HONKAI STAR RAIL
Date: 2025-06-30 12:12 pm (UTC)FILL: TEAM VISUAL NOVELS
Date: 2025-07-05 03:22 am (UTC)Word count: 363
CW for a bit of cannibalism and implied self-harm
Esme sat at the dinner table, watching Adrienne cook. She had gotten up to help before, only for her girlfriend to usher her back to her seat. “Let me do the cooking,” Adrienne had insisted.
So Esme stayed in her seat and watched instead as her girlfriend flitted around the kitchen, humming. “Dinner is almost done, dear,” Adrienne said as she stirred a pot of soup.
After a few more minutes, Adrienne exclaimed that it was ready and poured soup into a bowl with a ladle. She placed the bowl down in front of Esme along with plates of bread and salad as sides. Adrienne sat down across from her and stared at her in anticipation.
Esme stared at the bowl. She didn’t know what it was exactly but she could guess that it had an ingredient that Adrienne always insisted upon. She glanced at the bandages on Adrienne’s hands and wrists.
“I don’t feel that hungry,” Esme said.
Adrienne frowned. “You don’t like it? I can cook something else.”
“You know why.”
“Oh.” The atmosphere became colder. “You were fine with it before. Why now?” Esme stayed silent. Adrienne stood up, pushing the chair back. “Darling, it’s part of my love. You are what you eat and I want you to always have a piece of me in you.”
Esme curled into herself, folding her arms. “I don’t want you to keep hurting yourself for this.”
“It’s just some blood. And well just a little bit of–”
“I don’t want it. I don’t want any of it.”
Adrienne took a step toward Esme and she flinched. Adrienne stopped and took a few steps back. “I don’t understand…” Esme couldn’t bear to look at her but she could feel Adrienne’s gaze on her.
“Okay, I’ll just… put the food away for now. We can talk about this more later.” Adrienne shuffled and took away the bowl and plates.
Esme got up and walked to her room. After closing the door behind her, she slumped down and sat on the floor. She hugged her knees to her chest and closed her eyes. What was there to talk about? Esme just wanted this to end.
PROMPT: TEAM HONKAI STAR RAIL
Date: 2025-06-30 12:12 pm (UTC)PROMPT: TEAM OC
Date: 2025-06-30 12:13 pm (UTC)FILL: Team Magical Girls
Date: 2025-06-30 08:38 pm (UTC)Fleur regarded the bowl being presented to her with some skepticism. "Manticore, you say?"
Her love nodded. She'd let her hair back down after returning from scouting, allowing it to cover most of her face again. Considering they'd been ambushed by such a notorious monster, Fleur wasn't too surprised by this, but still. She worried for Fluttershy.
"It's not poison," Fluttershy whispered. "Manticores are venomous, not poisonous, and they keep it all in their tails anyways. Applejack made sure there wasn't any cross-contamination, so..."
"You didn't help with the butchery, did you?"
"It's fine," said Fluttershy too quickly.
A moment of silence passed as Fleur gave her time to simmer in that statement.
"I'm a healer, it's not like I haven't seen worse," her love finally spoke up again.
"I'm going with you if we have to do this again," said Fleur. Having grown up on a ranch, it wasn't as though this was an unreasonable suggestion for the distribution of labor.
"You'll exhaust your magic too quickly," Fluttershy pointed out.
"I could still help."
"...maybe when we get to the lower floors."
Fluttershy looked away from her in that moment, and Fleur got the feeling she'd pushed too far. She needed to do something to redirect the conversation. So she lifted a spoonful of manticore soup to her lips and drank.
Fleur had been prepared to fake it, but the delighted gasp that escaped her mouth was genuine. Savory flavors bolstered by the bitter contrast of the plants they'd gathered, alongside some well-placed herbs and spices made for a meal beyond anything she'd been expecting.
"You like it?" asked Fluttershy nervously.
"Honestly, I think you could get away with serving it in a proper tavern," said Fleur after another hearty spoonful. "Assuming you could somehow work out the logistics."
"That's good to hear," Fleur was rewarded with a smile from her love, small but warm as any sun.
PROMPT: TEAM RWBY
Date: 2025-06-30 12:13 pm (UTC)