A/N: here I am, in the middle of another story, making one-shots. Well, I had an idea on how to introduce the one-shots I was talking about in 'Machinist', and this came to mind. I honestly have better ideas for longer one-shots, but this is an example of what I consider a short one, and my other ideas require more characters. So, without further ado, this is the story of the last time Winter kicked Fikrul (because I'm gonna ship these two HARD in my story). Takes place during RWBY volume 1, NO SPOILERS.
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Fikrul and Weiss were sparing again.
Kings of Kings clashed with Myrtenaster, and blue eyes met Fikrul's shades.
Weiss began formulating a plan to overwhelm the leader of team (blank, will edit later, I SAID NO SPOILERS AND I WILL STICK WITH THAT) simply stepped back, and Weiss fell forward, forgetting to maintain her balance. Fikrul stepped aside and drove the pommels of his swords into Weiss' stomach, making her fall on her butt.
The former heir stared down at the heiress he knew from so long ago, and thought, 'huh, so this is what it looks like from up here.'
Frederick and Winter were sparring again.
The two hadn't seen each other since Weiss' birthday, though while on that occasion it was formal, and all they did was talk, this was Winter's idea of fun. Namely, using her huntress skills against his personal training.
Frederick was on the ground for most of the spar.
In their last clash, Frederick tried to push forward with his cutlass, but Winter simply took a step back and to the side. "Fuuuu- shit!" The heir had so much force behind him that when he fell, he rolled over on the ground, onto his back. However, any pain he was in was relieved by the mirth in Winter's eyes, the smile on her face and the giggles escaping her lips. He smiled boyishly up at her.
She went over and extended her hand to him, "Come on, I think you've been down there long enough today," and as she helped him up, Frederick wondered what it is she sees up there.
Weiss looked so much like her sister, that Fikrul could just imagine that he was Frederick and she was Winter, taking her first loss at his hands, but that wouldn't be her. Fikrul extended a hand down to Weiss, "come on, it's not good for the ego to be on the ground for long." The heiress reluctantly took his hand, and he helped her up.
'She may not be her, but for Winter, I'll do everything I can to protect her.'
A/N: awwwwwww! Any who, I'll update this every time I get a good suggestion or come up with an idea. Once spoilers for future stuff has been removed (ahem, Fikrul's team), I'll edit any censored stuff. Also, if anyone is willing to beta my stories for me, it would be greatly appreciated, but until then, see you later.