BONUS ROUND 4 - FOOD
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yurishippingolympicsIn this round, we want to see prompts inspired by food!
Fills can be in any format, and you can fill your teammates prompts, but you cannot fill your own prompt.
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Fills can be in any format, and you can fill your teammates prompts, but you cannot fill your own prompt.
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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.”