yurishippingolympics | BONUS ROUND 4

Poisoned

fandom: RWBY

ship: winter/cinder

-

Winter’s mouth is numb. This is the first sign.

She doesn’t really think about it at first. Her body just — does things sometimes, and she’s on her day off. She doesn’t want to be thinking about being fucking attacked in the middle of a coffee shop. Then both of her arms stop working, and she falls flat on her face on the table, and a woman sits down opposite her and she realises fuck, it’s Cinder —

“Hey,” Cinder says softly, “I’ll give you the antidote if you tell me where the Relic of Creation is,” and then everything goes black.

-

When she wakes up, she’s alone.

She doesn’t recognise the room, but from context clues it’s fairly easy to guess she’s in the back room of the coffee shop. Cinder wouldn’t have taken her far in a crowded space like that; she was the only worker on shift and Winter knows she actually works here; there’s no point taking her to another location when she barely needs anything out of her.

She shifts a little in her seat and discovers two things: she can move again, and she hasn’t been bound. Overconfident, but whatever.

The third thing, of course, is that she’s actually conscious and able to move. Cinder must have given her the antidote. Winter decides not to think about this further. She’s no longer affiliated with General Ironwood, but that doesn’t mean she’s willing to give up the location of the Relic. That would be suicide.

Now that she’s figured that all out, she allows herself a brief moment of panic.

Well, calling it a moment is generous; she’s still hyperventilating on the floor when the door clicks open and Cinder walks in.

“So?”

Winter continues gasping for air. Cinder kicks her foot — once, gently, then again when it becomes clear that she hasn’t caught her attention yet.

“Sorry baby, I need an answer,” she says. “I promise I’ll let you go after this.”

“You’re just going to kill me.”

Cinder snorts. “Nah. That’d raise too many questions.” And, almost too cheerfully, “Besides, that would completely ruin my chances of getting you to go on a date with me.”

Winter’s hyperventilating transitions very quickly into laughter, then coughing. “My god, you really don’t have any shame, do you?”

She tilts her head to the side, pretending to think. “I mean, you can’t deny it’d be fun.”

What if we worked at a club where the monthly membership is more than we make in a year and we hooked up in one of the bathrooms during a shift?

fandom: RWBY

ship: winter/cinder

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“You’re going to make it weird,” Winter pants against Cinder’s mouth, “this isn’t — this doesn’t mean anything, you’re going to make it weird.”

Cinder doesn’t answer. She’s too focused on getting her tongue down Winter’s throat. The music in the club is so loud that the wall behind her is vibrating; the bathroom floor is completely fucking disgusting; Winter’s hands are playing along the hem of her shirt and she feels electric, feels alive.

Winter presses herself up against Cinder’s front. They only have ten more minutes until they’re expected to be back on shift. But no one will come looking for them, not really — she curls her fingers into Winter’s shoulders and Winter makes an obscene noise against her mouth and suddenly she can’t imagine leaving this bathroom for the rest of the night. Winter kisses her like she’s never kissed anyone before; she touches her like she’s afraid she’ll vanish, and god, god —

The door handle rattles. Winter jumps away from her; Cinder takes the reprieve to get her mouth on her neck. “I’m just cleaning,” she shouts — Cinder flinches a little, because her voice echoes strangely in here — and the rattling stops.

She wants to know why Winter, tall, gorgeous Winter, has never kissed anyone before. She wants to know how Winter seems to know exactly how to draw soft noises out of her; she wants to know how she gets her hair so completely white, what will make her melt, what will make her crumble. She doesn’t pay attention to the rest of the conversation with the person at the door, because she’s so busy digging her teeth into her neck and listening to her whine.

Winter claps a hand over her mouth before the noise can escape properly and glares down at Cinder. She grins, moves down to another spot. “We should do this more,” she says. “It’s fun.”

“You’re evil.”

“I know you like me, you know —”

Winter’s hand drives into her hair and pushes her head down. Cinder can’t help it, she starts laughing.

gas station worker x the college student who always comes in at 1am to buy snacks and energy drinks

SHIP: Sayaka Miki x Kyoko Sakura from Puella Magi Madoka Magica

The ding from the doorbell ringing snaps Kyoko out of her stupor.

"Oh, it's you," she recognizes the bluenette dashing through the aisles already with way too much energy for this time of night. "About time someone showed up in this place. I was damn near passed out."

"Mhmm," Sayaka nods. They've never introduced themselves to one another, but Kyoko's overheard her name on the rare occasions where she's brought a friend along. "Doesn't seem like a lot of fun, working at this hour."

"Fun? I'm just here for the money," says Kyoko. "Still, I'll take a rush hour over this shit any day. At least I can feel something during those."

"Come on, I'm sure you can find a little fun in here," Sayaka tells her. She pauses to look around. The fluorescent lights flicker, their crackle being the only noise alongside the churning of the slushie machine. "Somehow. With a little elbow grease!"

It doesn't take Sayaka very long to get her stuff, it's almost the exact same purchase every time.

"Lemme guess," Kyoko bites back a yawn. "Six-pack of Red Bull, peanut butter cups, a party-size bag of potato chips, and you want me to use the hot water to brew you some grey tea. Plus whatever you're getting this time."

The bluenette slams her basket on the countertop. "Professor announced a surprise quiz tomorrow, we don't have any time."

"Wow, must be so hard to stay up all night and get a fancy job that pays well in the process," Kyoko rolls her eyes. Her stomach somehow decides that now's the best time to growl as loudly as possible.

Sayaka suddenly takes a good look at her. "When was the last time you ate?"

"Eh," Kyoko tries to act casual about it. Her manager's a real bastard when it comes to inventory, and money's tight as it is. "I'll grab some of the expired stuff when I clock out."

"No, hold on," Sayaka's fishing around her wallet now. "What's your favorite chip flavor?"

"You're out of money, aren't you?" points out Kyoko.

"Noooooooo," despite her protests, it's pretty damn obvious. "Here, you know what? Keep the chips."

Kyoko can't get a word in against the sudden wall of blabber that Sayaka's got going on about how she'll just mooch off her roommate, Meguca or Homo or something, and then she pays for the chips and then she's gone. Kyoko blinks, a little disappointed that Sayaka couldn't stay longer. The gas station feels exactly the same as before Sayaka, giving the whole encounter a weirdly dreamlike quality. But the chips remain, and they've been paid for, so Kyoko tears open the bag appreciatively.

Hunger

fandom: RWBY

ship: winter/cinder

content warnings: child abuse (starvation, electrocution, physical violence) no depictions, just mentions

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The worst part of all this is that Cinder is too weak to even be able to steal effectively. She knows her aura is the only thing keeping her insides from being entirely cooked by the shock collar; she knows it won’t last much longer without food, but she can’t even fucking get up. She just — has to lie here and wait until someone finds her, wait until Rhodes comes to save her, wait and wait and wait and wait and —

A knock sounds at the door, and then the whole thing blows down. Cinder flinches away, but can’t really make it any further than that. She’s trying to conserve her energy. If she’s dragged back to work she needs to be able to do something or they’ll kill her. They’ll just kill her.

She’s ready for it to be Madame or one of the evil kids or even Rhodes, but instead it’s a teenage girl. A teenage girl with white hair, a sword, and a split lip.

“Oh,” she says.

Cinder gapes at her. The girl looks at her for a moment longer, and then something large and white rushes past her, bounds directly over Cinder’s head and smashes directly through the window over her head. She ducks her head and covers her neck, trying to avoid the inevitable spray of glass, but nothing comes.

“You’re the servant,” the girl says. “They torture you.”

“Who are you?”

“I’m running away from my parents,” she says.

-

She picks Cinder up and puts her on the huge white thing. The huge white thing somewhat resembles a Beowolf. But that can’t be right. Cinder thinks she’s dying. When she opens her eyes again they aren’t even in Atlas; they’re down below, in a city she’s only seen once, and the girl who basically kidnapped her is saying “Come on, I took my father’s wallet, we can get something for you to eat.”

She looks up at the underside of the sky. “What are you doing?”

“I’m running away from my parents.”

“I know.”

“We’ve been here for a week. I saw you on the first day, they were torturing you on the second, and then they locked you in the basement.” She pauses. “Do they do that often?”

A week. Cinder lets herself sit with that. A week. The last time they shocked her it was for daring to ask for food. “Yeah,” she says.

The girl’s eyes narrow. She gestures to her split lip and says, “My father hits me. I — I couldn’t put up with it anymore. So I’m running away.”

“To where?”

“I’m going to go to Argus. You’re welcome to join me. I have — not family, but my — my butler goes there. I’m going to try to find him.”

“Your butler,” Cinder echoes.

The girl makes a complicated face. “Yes.”

-

They sit on the pavement outside some fast food chain and eat. Cinder has literally never had a better burger in her life; Winter — as in Winter fucking Schnee — keeps wrinkling her nose before she takes each bite.

“I memorised the train timetable before I left,” she says merrily. “I’m going to get to the coast before I figure anything else. You’re welcome to come as far with me as you’d like. Klein would be more than willing to take you.”

She pauses. Her face falls a little, then resumes its tentative enthusiasm. Cinder doesn’t know what to say to any of this, so she just nods.

Fill: Team OC

static_prevails - 2025-07-11 02:22 (UTC) - Expand

There is no ethical consumption under capitalism

fill can be found here: https://discord.com/channels/1121683344661430415/1378389505379143740/1391068491380949134

Obligatory Coffee Shop AU

fandom: RWBY

ship: winter/cinder

yet another Quick Fill

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The girl at the counter remembers her order.

Six hours into the worst day of her life and too tired to really take much note of this, Winter doesn’t really think much of it until later. Until she remembers the girl at the counter is gorgeous and looked up at her over the till and said, “Espresso again, yeah?”

She rolls over in bed and buries her head in her hands. Now that she thinks about it, the girl has been — flirting with her, for sure. Maybe this is the kind of situation that calls for Weiss’s intervention.

Most situations require Weiss’s intervention these days. Winter has discovered that living, really living in a way she wasn’t before, is almost entirely unfamiliar to her. Weiss has long since learned how. She should call her and ask. She should try and figure it out. She should —

-

On account of it being the worst day of her life, she falls asleep about two hours into debating whether to bother Weiss or not. When she wakes up, it’s morning again and she just kind of has to continue like nothing happened. That’s the worst part.

That’s why, when she stumbles into the cafe on her break and the girl at the counter says, “Damn, what happened?” she basically crumbles.

The girl — her name tag reads Cinder — gives her a double shot out of pity. Winter doesn’t even have it in her to explain properly, but she’s sure the exhaustion in her eyes probably goes a long way.

She stays in the cafe until her break is over and then some. Cinder’s concerned gaze follows her all the way across the street and round the corner back to her office, and she would be lying if she said it wasn’t nice that someone cared at her enough to notice her distress, but she’s just so tired that it doesn’t really register until later.

Ice cream date during summer

fandom: RWBY

ship: winter/cinder

another really quick one while i'm waiting for my bus

-

The guy working the ice cream stand automatically assumes they’re a couple, so they get a couple’s sundae for a discount. Cinder doesn’t bother arguing, nor does Winter. They’re not quite ready to go public public yet, but there’s no real harm in it.

This is how they wind up sitting on the pier, trying not to get ice cream all over each others’ shorts. It’s far too hot to be outside and the wind off the ocean really isn’t helping, but Cinder seems to be having the time of her life so Winter has devoted herself to putting up with anything.

“This is nice,” she says once, watching a pair of kids race back and forth along the length of the pier. “We don’t really do simple stuff like this anymore, do we?”

Cinder hums, leaning her head against Winter’s shoulder. “We should. I missed this.”

FILL: TEAM SUPERHERO COMICS

artlyloser - 2025-07-10 03:53 (UTC) - Expand

Finding food while stranded in a remote location

fandom: RWBY

ship: winter/cinder

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“Well, there’s no choice. We’re gonna have to eat Cinder.”

Cinder ng keeping her from actually doing it is the disapproving glare Winter sends her.would have kicked Weiss in the head, were it not for Winter’s disapproving stare. Six years since they stopped talking to each other and she’s still licking her fucking boots. “Not helping,” she says instead. “Have we tried literally any of the plants?”

Weiss scowls at her. “We have no idea if any of them are poisonous to us, but sure, be my guest.”

“I saw mice eating them. I saw birds eating them. And lo and behold, they were fine.”

Winter chooses now to chime in. “We have no way of knowing if humans have even been here at all. It can’t hurt to try.” She looks up to the sun, shielding her eyes. “We still have to find the others.”

Cinder bites back a groan. What she really wants is to get Winter alone and finish her murder attempt, but apparently that’s ‘petty revenge for a bad breakup’ and ‘antithetical to their survival’. She was hoping being dragged into the endless void by her throat would have done it, but evidently not.

“Right,” Weiss says, “well, I’m going to keep looking for my sword. You two can do — whatever it is you do.”

Winter makes a small noise of protest when she goes to stand up. Weiss gives her a Look, soft but significant, and smiles when Winter lets go of her arm. Cinder pretends to throw up in her mouth.

-

Left alone with Cinder for the first time in about a day, Winter finds that the urge to kill her has somewhat died down. She watches her pull up fistfuls of grass with her still-pulsing Grimm arm and counts each place where the scars poke out from under her eyepatch. It could almost be domestic, if it weren’t for the void incident.

They don’t talk to each other. Winter keeps checking her scroll — she made Weiss promise to send her periodic updates — and catching Cinder looking over curiously, but they don’t talk. It’s strange enough to be in the same few feet as each other, after all these years.

Right as the sun is dipping below the horizon, she gathers enough courage to say, “I wish you hadn’t done that.”

“Done what?” Cinder says dismissively. “I’ve done a lot of things. You’ll have to be more specific.”

Winter opens her mouth to answer and finds that she can’t. There’s still so much grief in her, clinging to the inside of her ribs, and Cinder — and Cinder —

“If you start crying again I’m going to put you down like a dog,” Cinder says.

They spent their first few hours on this stupid fucking island thrashing around in the surf, trying to strangle each other. Winter is still so weak, and she hurts so much. She closes her eyes briefly, willing herself to breathe, and says, “Any of it.”

Eating Krabby Patties at the Krusty Krab

missed connections: we both reached for the last pepperoni pizza at the pizza hut buffet: our hands touched for a brief moment and i can't stop thinking about it

fandom: RWBY

ship: winter/cinder and a little bit of whiterose

it's garden party season in the uk so i was in garden party mode. also in my heart winter is great with kids but she WILL teach them to swordfight so it's something of a mixed bag

-

Winter didn’t even know Cinder’s arm was prosthetic until she brushed up against it.

She can’t stop thinking about it, even as she starts tearing up pieces of bread for Weiss’s daughter to demolish. Weiss is too busy talking to Ruby; said daughter is literally one and a half years old; no one else at the party is looking at her, so she’s free to obsess over her ex for the next couple of hours.

She can’t stop thinking about it. Cinder brushed up against her, offered her a small half-smile when she raised her hand and said all yours, and the prosthetic skin on her arm was soft and cool. Winter looks over the garden and finds her sitting on the porch, showing one of the other kids how she has glow-in-the-dark racing stripes on her forearm. Kids always used to love her, and she could never figure out why. It was probably because she swears every other sentence, but Winter didn’t want to tell her that.

The child in her lap starts babbling and reaching for more bread. Winter looks down and finds that her entire shirt is covered in crumbs. “No wonder you’re still hungry,” she says, pulling the plate closer. “Does your mother even feed you?”

“I feed her so much,” Weiss says indignantly, tuning in. Then, quieter, in a tone that makes Winter wonder just how obvious she’s been, “I can take her back if you want to talk to Cinder.”

Winter turns bright red. “No, that’s — that’s fine, she’s — we’re very happy sitting together, aren’t we?”

She looks expectantly down at Lily, who says, “No.”

“No?”

“No!”

“Okay,” Winter says. “You want to go back to your mother?”

“No.”

“Right, I forgot you’re eighteen months old.”

-

Lily refuses to be put down, so when Winter finally works up the courage to go over to Cinder it’s with a very excited child sitting on her shoulders. Cinder is still on the porch; she looks up at her with a sharp grin and says, “Do we have a visitor?”

“She’s my sister’s,” Winter says by way of explanation. “Lily, this is Cinder.”

“Yay!” Lily says.

Cinder offers her another one of her wry half-smiles. She never used to smile like that. Winter didn’t even know she was coming to this weird little garden party. “You look happier than I’ve ever seen you,” she says, and suddenly it’s like no time has passed at all.

What if the only table with seats left in the lunchroom was the one where your academic rival is sitting?

Pairing: OC/OC
Word count: 4712

Link to the piece here

FILL: Team RWBY

hopelessgemini - 2025-07-08 15:07 (UTC) - Expand

Challenging each other to a duel over the last cookie

Drunken confession

fandom: RWBY

ship: winter/cinder

-

Winter won’t go home — “My roommate will be mad at meeeee” — so Cinder takes her back to her apartment instead. She’s very well behaved for the entire walk over, but the moment they’re inside she’s scampering off to go inspect all of the rooms. Cinder doesn’t even bother trying to stop her. It’s been a long night.

“What are you doing?” she calls down the hallway, pulling off her boots. Winter makes an indignant noise.

“Nothing! I’m just checking all the exits.”

“Winter, I live in an apartment.”

“You have windows!”

“I have so many windows,” Cinder agrees. “Have you ever been drunk before?”

Something shatters in the bathroom. “Nope.”

Cinder sighs. “So I’m babysitting.”

“You were already babysitting.”

-

Winter appears to be overcompensating for the fact that she’s upset she got drunk by being a fucking menace. Cinder manages to get her into the living room and watching documentaries on the TV so she has time to figure out sleeping arrangements, and when she comes back Specialist Operative Winter Schnee is trying to entice her cat into standing on her head.

“Her name is Midnight,” she says.

Winter jumps a mile, dislodging said cat. “She’s very well-behaved.”

“Unlike you. Come here,” she says, holding out her arms.

Winter crawls over instantly and hugs her, resting her head on her shoulder. “Did you just want a hug?”

“You’re fascinating,” Cinder says, but she holds her for a little while. Now that she’s got her, it shouldn’t be too hard to make her get into bed. Even if she seems determined to act decidedly un-Winter-like.

-

An unexpected miscalculation in her plans: now that she’s got her, Winter literally will not let go of her. The original idea was to sleep on the couch and let Winter take the bed, but Cinder winds up giving in after twenty minutes of unsuccessful cajoling.

This is how they wind up cuddling, of all things. They haven’t cuddled, much less touched, since the last time one of them (Cinder) got seriously drunk, and she always got the sense that Winter was doing it more out of obligation than genuine desire to hold her.

Tonight, however, she seems — well, different. She refuses to move her head from Cinder’s shoulder, refuses to let go of her waist. And just when Cinder is actually starting to drift off, she swears she hears, “God, I love you,” —

eat one's heart out

- suffer from excessive longing for someone or something unattainable. "I could have stayed in London eating my heart out for you"

Similar: pine; long; ache; brood; mope; fret; sigh; sorrow; suffer; bleed; yearn; agonize; weep and wail; regret someone's loss/absence; grieve; mourn; lament; shed tears; be filled with envy; die; repine

- *informal* used to indicate that one thinks someone will feel great jealousy or regret.
"eat your heart out, those who missed the trip"

fandom: genshin impact (shakes hands in hoyoverse)
ship: yumemizuki mizuki x yae miko as exes trying to make each other jealous (it's complicated), implied to both be dating layla's alters (very complicated)
WC: 519

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“So the one that joined us in the bathhouse during the Mikawa Flower Festival was...”

“Ei, obviously.”

“And the Almighty Raiden Shogun, the one that enforced the Sakoku Decree...”

“Yes, Shogun is the one whose demeanor is as wooden as her body is.” Miko's lip curls to show a fang in displeasure. “She handles whatever boring business Ei doesn't want to deal with. But she is, regrettably, a wholly separate person. They have conversations together in their head.”

“...Interesting,” Mizuki murmurs thoughtfully. She files away the information to mull over later, though she scarcely bats an eye. If Miko was hoping to shock her with that reveal, she'll have to bring more to the discussion than that. “So the concept of sharing a body is nothing new to you, either.”

Miko's keen eyes narrow. She leans back against the edge of the bath, flushed face wreathed in steam, and studies Mizuki's distant expression until she finds what she's looking for.

“I take it you met the other Layla in your sessions.”

“Indeed,” Mizuki admits, tail squeezing her leg underwater in anticipation. “I wouldn't describe that as sleepwalking. The other Layla... Dreamwalker Layla, in the Traveler's words? She clearly has continuous memories and an identity that differs greatly from Miss Layla's waking mannerisms. She insists that she wants to disappear, but... I'm not sure integration is the only course of action...”

“Ugh. You don't have to get all world-renowned psychologist about it,” Miko gripes. She exaggerates a pout, pointed ears tipping back in annoyance. “I like my adorable little Layla the way she is! All mopey and pathetic and in need of spoiling. Daytime Layla is so starved for attention and grateful whenever she can get it, whereas your Nighttime Layla and I want nothing to do with each other.”

“Well.” Mizuki presses her lips into a firm line. “It is your habit to gather as much influence and control over malleable people as you can in order to protect yourself, so that doesn't surprise me in the slightest. You probably dislike Nighttime Layla for the same reasons you dislike the Shogun. Too independent. Am I wrong?”

Miko's ears twitch. She bares her teeth in a razor-sharp smile aimed at Mizuki's throat.

“Are you sure you're not simply getting defensive over the concept of a hard-working but self-effacing personality devoted to living in the shadow of someone else...? You should put her in a maid costume, see if she has the same service kink that you do.”

“Nice try, but I'm not so easy to redirect with immature taunts,” Mizuki says pleasantly. “This isn't about me. It's about your need to be needed.”

“And that's why you're not cute anymore,” Miko sighs, affecting a wistful tone. “Before all that psychobabble nonsense, you used to care so much about my approval that you'd follow me anywhere... Such a loyal little thing, so eager to please... Those were the days.”

“You really do have a type, Miko. You should probably do some self-reflection about why that is.”

“Hmph! Not cute at all!”

Mizuki dissolves into laughter as Miko splashes her with water.

FILL: Team RWBY

hopelessgemini - 2025-07-09 14:28 (UTC) - Expand

Studio Ghibli food...

meet-ugly via leaving a bad yelp review of their restaurant

So there's this bar where there's a specialized item on the menu where you can describe a memory to the bartender and the bartender will make you a drink that tastes like that memory

fandom: RWBY

ship: winter/cinder

-

Emerald is a freak, so she brings a few lines of poetry. Mercury doesn’t bring anything, because he’s too cynical to really engage with anything fun. Neo is a regular. Cinder doesn’t have anything in mind, but she’s sure she can think of something. She wants to play along for a night.

All this to say, they arrive at the bar and fucking Winter Schnee is the bouncer.

“Kill yourself,” Cinder says.

“Well, now I’m definitely not letting you in,” she mutters, looking away.

“What are you even — doing here, anyway? Don’t you have a severe aversion to —”

Winter shoots her a look that shuts her up. More out of respect for her privacy than fear, which is odd, because Cinder doesn’t really respect her privacy. “A job is a job. Are you going in or not?”

She glances over her shoulder, and true to form, literally all of her team are giving her near-identical questioning looks. She sighs through her teeth. “Yes, fine. Don’t talk to me.”

“Hm,” Winter says, which serves as a reprimand and a comment on the irony in equal measure.

-

The bartender looks thoroughly unhappy to be there, but he takes all of their orders anyway. When he gets to Cinder, she hands him her memory on a slip of paper, and fields off Emerald’s incessant questions with just about all of the grace she can muster. The drink she receives in return is cold and sharp and reminds her of Christmas tree farms, ice under her feet, Winter’s hands on her shoulders. She tries her best not to look out of the window as she brings the glass to her mouth, but she’s never been able to stay away from Winter for very long.

-

Memory: first kiss with a girl who hates me now. She’s actually the bouncer. She was very sweet when we met and a godawful kisser, but I think I was her first so it’s forgivable. We were at a Christmas tree farm trying to find one for our college dorm and she took me to the furthest corner of the property so she could ask me on a date in private. Very chivalrous. It was snowing.

Eat Me Cookies from Alice in Wonderland

What if the evil supervillain you've made it your mission to destroy was also the cute barista you see every day when you inevitably fuel your caffeine addiction?

Edited 2025-07-02 03:27 (UTC)

fandom: RWBY

ship: winter/cinder

-

There are leaves in the barista’s hair. That’s funny, Winter thinks, she had leaves in her hair yesterday too. She’s too sleep deprived to think much of it, but she does smile and say, “You look like you could do with a coffee,” and it earns her a small laugh.

“Yeah,” Cinder says, and nothing else. That’s fine. Winter downs her entire shot of espresso and naps on one of the tables until closing time.

-

She didn’t notice there were leaves in her hair until she showered after the fight. Winter remembers staring down at the drain and seeing some sort of unholy mix of blood and plant matter, deciding it was an issue for tomorrow, and getting on with the rest of her day. She had work, after all.

Now that she thinks about it, the fight was along one of the main thoroughfares in the city. It makes sense that Cinder could have been caught in the crossfire while she was trying to get to work. The fight was also a whole twenty-four hours before Winter actually got off her ass and went to her usual cafe, but being a hospitality worker, so she supposes she can’t complain.

God, she’s so tired. Cinder waits for her to wake up and pull herself together, before she closes up properly, and Winter’s exhausted mind thinks that she’s really pretty, that she’ll have to maybe buy her coffee sometime. When she gets home, she passes out again.

-

She barely gets a day before there’s another attack.

Winter has never actually learned the name of the attacker, but everyone on the task force has been calling them Midnight. She thinks that’s stupid, but whatever. She drags herself out of bed, puts on her suit, and injects herself with about four different aura boosters to keep herself from collapsing.

Penny gives her a quick rundown while she’s on her way to the city centre — bombs found in multiple locations, presumably some kind of statement about the inevitable collapse of society or something, and a couple of other agents acting as support. Midnight themself is fairly easy to track; it’s Winter’s job to keep them busy until they decide they’ve had enough.

Fine. She can do that.

(Midnight has thick scars over one side of their face. Once, incredibly concussed and pinned under a heap of rubble, Winter was reminded of Cinder’s eyepatch and the starburst edges of scars along the bridge of her nose. Pretty, she thought, and then she blacked out.)

Not awake til they've had their morning coffee x unresponsive unless they've had sugar that morning

fandom: RWBY

ship: winter/cinder

-

Winter drags herself out of bed at 7 AM and goes to make herself a coffee. Cinder, of course, does not even begin to stir until 9, and refuses to get out of bed until Winter appears in the bedroom with breakfast.

It works for them, is what they usually say. Winter likes the domesticity of making breakfast for her wife (wife); Cinder likes being given the princess treatment. When Winter has to go to work early, or they’ve both been deployed on a mission, Cinder is the person to roll out of bed and make coffee and food, and this usually ends in disaster, so.

Today is one of those days. Cinder wakes Winter up with a kiss to the forehead at 5, returns with coffee and a bowl of something incredibly burnt, and appears in the doorway to say, “My darling, would you mind turning off the fire alarm?” at about 6.

Winter, still face down on the pillows, mumbles something about doing it herself and gets up. Cinder grins at her apologetically as she slips past her into the hallway. “Sorry,” she says, “you know how my arm gets.”

“Mm,” Winter says. Her coffee has gone cold by now, but that doesn’t entirely matter; she doesn’t really sense temperature anymore.

She hops up onto the kitchen counter and turns the alarm off. Cinder brings the coffee and burned porridge in to her when she curls up on the counter for another nap, and sits and reads a newspaper next to her while she claws her way back into awareness.

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tabby_shieldmaiden - 2025-07-13 22:56 (UTC) - Expand

Grocery store AU

Roasting smores over a campfire

Hiding medicine in food

fandom: RWBY

ship: winter/cinder

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“You’re always the number one champion of painkillers until someone wants you to take them,” Cinder says, putting her head on Winter’s shoulder.

Winter makes a quiet noise of protest. Cinder did all the bandages herself, and she insists that’s more than enough. She won’t take aura boosters; she won’t even let Cinder kiss her better. Cinder was mad at her at first — how dare she try to pretend she isn’t worthy of care, etc etc — and then Weiss pointed out to her that Winter is perhaps uncharacteristically miserable about refusing treatment, and that’s her sign to get creative.

Which is what has led her here, trying to get Winter to eat a sandwich with at least four different tablets hidden in it.

Winter obviously knows something’s up, but Cinder’s master plan has included being extremely affectionate, so she’s not going to complain. Cinder sits and waits patiently, and when Winter finally reaches for the plate on the bedside table, she ruffles her hair and says, “Good decision.”

“Christ,” Winter says, but she eats the whole sandwich anyway.

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zombified_queer - 2025-07-13 04:22 (UTC) - Expand

Taking a part of your soulmate into your body to be closer to them

fandom: RWBY

ship: winter/cinder

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Cinder: ok this is going to sound insane

but

when u get back from ur solo mission(

do you think we could do some sort of like

soulmate ritual

Winter: What does that mean

Cinder: it means that im having separtaion anxiety :(

Winter: Well yes, I gathered that

I should be back tomorrow. What do you want me to do?

Cinder: ok promise you wont think im insnae

some soulmate couples do this thing where they take parts of each other into their bodies

i do not want us to do cannibalism but i was thinking

Winter: If you wanted to drink my blood you could have just asked

Cinder: god i sound like a freak

Winter: Yes

Cinder: well yeah i was thinking blood but

doesnt have to be blood

could be like a strand of hair or something if blood is too freak y

Winter: I’ll do some research

Is this a hearsay thing or something you discovered through reading?

Cinder: bit of both

heard some ppl talking about it so i did some reading

theres a precedent for it in soulmate relationships

its just like for freaks

Winter: And we’re freaks?

Cinder: yea

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