BONUS ROUND 4 - FOOD

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In this round, we want to see prompts inspired by food!

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PROMPT: TEAM RWBY

[alphajaye071]

Cooking with music on devolving into dancing together in the kitchen

FILL: Team RWBY

[hopelessgemini]

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.