#Weiss drabble

[bridgyrose]

Weiss assumes everyone has ridden a horse/pony before... only to find that the only person who doesn't fall off in the first five minutes is Jaune.

“Oh come on, it’ll be fun,” Weiss said as she walked her friends over to the corral with a smile on her face. “This is going to be a nice and relaxing day to take our minds off finals.” 

“And how, exactly, is horseback riding relaxing?” Yang asked. 

Weiss stopped at the gate and looked back at her friends. “Why wouldnt it be relaxing?” 

“Because its an animal that can potentially break our necks?” Jaune asked more than he said. “I dont know if this is a good idea.” 

“You have nothing to worry about.” Weiss opened the gate and took the reins of one of the horses. “Its easy enough to ride them and these horses have been trained to let people on them. Plus, there’s ranch hands at the ready in case anything spooks the horses. Everything about this today is going to be safe.” 

Nora walked over to one of the horses. “If Weiss says its easy, how hard could it be?” 

Weiss nodded and watched as Nora got up onto the horse… and then slipped off when she couldnt get her footing in the stirrups. With a heavy sigh, she walked over and helped Nora get steady before taking a few steps to let Nora try to get the horse moving. Then, she watched as the others tried their hands. Blake seemed to get up the easiest, but couldnt seem to stay steady once the horse started moving. Ren and Pyrrha struggled with getting up onto it, Pyrrha worried about hurting it and Ren unable to keep his balance. Even Ruby and Yang, the two she would’ve expected to ride a horse easily, struggled to get onto their horses correctly or even to stay on while the horses were moving. 

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Okay, this is going to be harder than I thought…” 

“Not our faults that we’ve never ridden a horse before,” Ruby said as she held her horse by the neck to keep stable. “Some of us have only watched it in shows or movies.” 

“It shouldnt be *that* hard to ride a horse.” 

“Its not, but sometimes it takes a bit for people to really learn how to do it,” Jaune said. 

Weiss looked over at him, expecting for him to be falling off, only to be surprised to see that he seemed to be the only one of her friends that was capable of riding a horse. Even as he brought the horse to a quick trot, he seemed to hold on fine and almost professionally as he kept himself up right and gentle with the horse. “Where… where did you learn to ride like that?” 

Jaune brought the horse to a stop next to Pyrrha and got off to help her up. “My parents had a friend who owned horses and would ask us to help take care of them. Riding lessons were put up as payment, so my sisters and I all learned how to ride a horse.” 

“I guess that makes sense.” Weiss watched her team continue to struggle with their own horses and started to make her way towards them. “You want to help your team while I help mine?” 

Jaune nodded. “Sure thing.” 

Weiss paused for a moment as she watched Jaune make his horse trot over to Nora. It was almost too easy to envision him as a knight from the romance novels she read, a blush crossing her cheeks when she thought about it. If he were to bulk up and get a set of armor that fit him-

“W-Weiss!” Ruby called out from hanging under her horse. “A-a little help?” 

Weiss shook her head as she was pulled out of her own thoughts and started to make her way over. “How did you do that?” 

“I tried to get on and I dont think I set the saddle on quite right.” 

“Its not that hard. Just drop to the ground and we’ll set it right.” 

“I dont think I-” Ruby winced as she dropped on the ground. “Nevermind!” 

Weiss pinched the bridge of her and took a deep breath. “This will be a relaxing day… as soon as I teach them how to stay on their horses correctly.”

[novankenn]

Let the floor swallow me… PLEASE!!!

Yang: VB! Weiss-cream!

Weiss and Jaune stopped in the middle of Shade’s hallway, and turned to see Blake and Yang approaching, with Ilia trapped between them. Ilia’s entire body having turned bright red in embarrassment.

Jaune: Yang, Blake. Ilia.

Weiss: You bellowed… Yang?

Yang: Yep. How would the two of you like to take this little cutie out on the town?

Jaune: The catch.

Blake: None. Just a fun night out… for the three of you…

Weiss gave Ilia a look, causing her to turn an even brighter shade of red.

Weiss: And you are…

Blake: Helping out a friend.

(Master List)

[frickingnerd]

put your sweet lips on mine

pairing: weiss schnee x gn!reader

summary: weiss asks you for a kiss... in her own way!

“i need you to do me a favour!”

weiss stood in front of you, something about her appearance clearly… different.

“sure, what's the favour?”

“i need you to kiss me!”

you thought you misheard her.

“i'm sorry, what…?”

“i want to wear this lipstick but i need to make sure it won't smudge!”

a soft chuckle left your lips. without saying another word, you stepped forward and lifted weiss’ chin gently, before pressing your lips onto hers.

when you pulled away again after a couple seconds, your face hovered close to hers and you smiled amused.

“if you wanted a kiss, you could've just asked~”

[owl127]

bumblebly drabble - rwby v9

Blake’s fingers are long and delicate, most calloused where they meet the softer palm. Her nails are clean and cut short, and Yang loses herself in the feeling of the smooth keratin sliding into skin and back to fingernails. Yang’s touch is light in the dark hut, and the night birds coo outside in tandem with Jaune’s snores. Her left fingers trace patterns on Blake’s hand, as delicate as Yang can be, following tendon lines down to the knuckles and once more all the way to the tip.

"Can’t sleep?"

Yang’s fingers freeze and her eyes widen at the whispered question, gulping at being caught. Blake breathes a chuckle and interlaces their fingers. "Sorry," Yang whispers, but she doesn’t let her hand go. "Did I wake you?"

"I’ve always been a night owl, anyway." Blake snuggles closer to Yang, as if their sleeping bags hadn’t been touching. "You okay?" There’s nothing new in the worry in Blake’s voice, but the tender touch on Yang’s cheek is new, enticing, and a little scary. Yang closes her eyes at the warmth rising in her cheeks.

"Hard to sleep with the day we had," she confesses into the semi-darkness, her lips brushing Blake’s cheek. "I can’t stop thinking about you."

Blake traces Yang’s cheek and jaw, a feathery touch that makes Yang want to float, to scream, to do anything but go to sleep.

"That’s pretty standard for me," Blake says, her voice a secret. "I’m usually thinking about you every night."

Yang's cheeks flare with emotions she cannot name. "How can you say things like that so easily?"

"Because it’s the truth."

Yang rolls on her back, an undignified grunt leaving her throat. "This is not going to help me sleep."

Blake rests her head on Yang’s shoulder, finding her hand over a beating heart. "What can I do to help?"

"Stop saying you’re thinking about me every night, for starters."

"You loved that."

"I did. And I love you." Yang leans down for a chaste kiss, and Blake hums into it as their lips part.

"I love you too," she murmurs and goes for another kiss, deepening it with a pass of her tongue.

"I love you both"—Weiss’ voice cuts through the night, and both Yang and Blake stop moving—"but I will kick you out to sleep with the magical reindeer if you don’t stop right at this second."

There’s shuffling from Ruby and Weiss’ side, and Yang purses her lips. "Sorry," she says, and Weiss responds with,

"If I hear kissing again, I’m kicking you out."

Blake’s ears twitch as Yang pulls her closer, their legs bumping. "Do you really think she would—"

"Yes," Blake answers before Yang can try for another kiss. "But I’m still here. Like I promised."

Yang lifts Blake’s hand to her lips and leaves a kiss there. "I know."

"Good night, Yang."

"Good night, Blake.” After a beat, Yang adds, “Good night, Weiss.” 

"For the gods, just shut up, you two."

[themarginalthinker]

Little Talks

(prompt from @roseate-lagomorph, for my two Nosferatu ocs Jen and Fen! Conversations in the dark, about many things unspoken of.)

-

Jen watches the curl of smoke drift upwards into the darkness of the tunnel.

He was alone, among the 'front lawn' of his haven. The tiled walls and flooring - not done by his own hands. He was a craftsman, but not for the pretty and aesthetically pleasing in the world. The star-burst patterns in mosaic the swirled around each other in van Gohg dizziness had been placed by hands that still saw use for the beauty.

Mm. Jen huffs out the last of his grey, nicotine-laden breath in one go. The menthol is the only real sensation he actually feels from it, tingling at his lips and throat. The actual drug in the tobacco having long since lost any effect on his dead system, when not laced into and metabolized in blood.

Jen flicks the used butt of the cigarette away, landing perfectly in the metal coffee can that was a constant presence outside the door. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out the little paper carton for another. They may not actually do anything for him anymore, but a habit is a habit.

"Three in a row. What's sticking the gears tonight?"

Jen's face is tensing, growling before he even looks up to the voice. The old voyeur.

"Fuck off," he hisses, sticking the new cigarette in his mouth, but not lighting up right away.

From the darkness down the way, melting out of the shadows and the twisted nets of internet and electrical wires that lead into their haven (one of the youngers had set all that up - Jen wouldn't touch any of it with a ten foot pole, thanks) came a body. Long, lacking the body fat that many of their clan did with the Rot having stolen it from them, teeth like tusks sticking out at odd angles as he smiled that stupid grin.

Fenster comes to stand before Jen, hands in his pockets looking for all the world like the bastard belonged there.

Jen stares at him head-on as he flicks the clicker of the lighter, the flare of golden light dancing in shadows across their faces. Fen doesn't flinch. He's been with Jen too long for a mere lighter flame to startle his Beast.

The cherry of the cigarette glows as Jen starts it with an inhale, and keeps staring at Fen.

"Four."

"Fuck off, where were you," asks Jen, redirecting the point away from his chain smoking.

Fen leans against the wall, the colorful mosaic. His sleepy-eyed smirk is as infuriating as it is impossible with his teeth, but he somehow always manages. Jen pretends he doesn't see it.

"Out."

"Out where."

"What are you, my mother? It's past ten o'clock, but none of us know where our kids are."

Jen moves to stand, (to do what, he's not really sure, but like hell is he going to stand here listening to the fool fool at him) but Fen's too quick. Like a shadows slipping through water, Jen suddenly finds himself pushed back against the wall, a body thinner than his but taller, enough to keep him still, standing over him.

Those long, protruding teeth are near his ear, a hushed whisper.

"Calm down. It wasn't anything big, just...some assholes who needed a reminder that even if they can't see us, that block belongs to us."

Jen breathes. A clear breath, free of smoke. Fen is so close, he can smell him instead. The faint traces of paint chips, the constant, lingering scent of the Mesh, and something...unique. All himself.

Fen can feel Jen's shoulders relax under his hands.

"Am I gonna get word about it later?" Jen asks.

Fen shrugs. "Maybe. Not really a clan thing, just something I thought I'd take care of."

Jen rolls his eyes. "I'm sure he'll have a field day when he finds out."

Fen clicks his tongue in something one who didn't know him would almost call sympathy. "Been on your ass?"

"Alfred wants three new levels. All individual chambers."

Fen pulls back, and together, the pair makes to sit on the little bench just outside the door, where Jen had been earlier.

"Is he...you know. Finally giving into the idea of..?"

Jen remembers his vice, and takes another, much longer drag of smoke. He lets it linger inside for a while, curling blackly around his dead lungs. No feeling. Using the action as a distraction.

Fen waits.

"I don't know," Jen eventually says. "I don't ask. I just do."

He's the only one who really can. Rotschreck at the sight of a welding torch and beam cutter would send any work team into a frenzied pack. But not him. And because of that, the old codger kept him close. Always expanding. Always building something. Jen's always been a good worker.

Fen must notice his silence, because clawed hands come to rest on the one not holding the cigarette.

"Maybe it's not what we think."

Maybe. Maybe those little metal boxes aren't being made with the intent Jen knows they are.

He doesn't know. He won't ask. They'll see in the end, he supposes.

"Could I have one?" Fen asks.

Jen hums in assent, and starts to reach for the carton in his pocket, but before he can, the lit cigarette is plucked from his mouth, and being drawn on by Fen. Jen blinks, and watches.

Jen raises an eyebrow at this display.

Fen grins.

"Want a better distraction?"

The night is long. Work is never far from the door.

"Might as well," Jen says, with his own small smile.

[musings-from-mars]

For the drabbles: Prismatic ponytails!! (Optional: at pride)

It was loud, and crowded, and hectic…Ilia was not used to this sort of thing. At least, she wasn't used to being in the middle of it. But now she was out here, draped in pink and orange and rainbows, rather than blending in like she often preferred to. And yet, she was fitting in all the same among the colors.

"See?" Weiss said, leading Ilia around by the hand, the trans flag she wore as a cape flowing in the wind. "I told you that you'd love it!"

And she was right. Despite it all, Ilia never stopped smiling.

100-word Drabbles

[chiefladylightyay]

Ruby and Penny pay a gloomy Weiss a visit.

Inspired by A.A. Milne.

It occurred to Ruby and Penny that they hadn't heard from Weiss for several days, so they put on their hats and coats and trotted across the Island of Patch to Weiss's house. Inside the house (which was honestly more of a manor) they found Weiss, seated on what Penny once had called The Comfy Couch. "Hello Weiss," said Ruby. "Hello Ruby. Hello Penny." said Weiss, in a glum sounding voice. "We just thought we'd check on you," said Penny, "because we hadn't heard from you, and so we wanted to know if you were okay."

Weiss was silent for a moment. "Am I okay?" She asked, eventually. "Well, I don't know, to be honest. Are any of us really okay? That's what I ask myself. All I can tell you, Ruby and Penny, is that right now I feel really rather sad, and alone, and not much fun to be around at all. Which is why I haven't bothered you. Because you wouldn't want to waste your time with someone who is sad, and alone, and not much fun to be around at all, would you now."

Ruby looked at Penny, and Penny looked at Ruby, and they both sat down, one on either side of Weiss on her luxurious couch. Weiss looked at them in surprise. "What are you doing?" "We're sitting here with you," said Penny, "because we are your friends. And true friends don't care if someone is feeling sad, or alone, or not much fun to be around at all. True friends are there for you anyway. And so here we are." "Oh," said Weiss. "Oh." And the three of them sat there in silence, and while Ruby and Penny said nothing at all; somehow, almost imperceptibly, Weiss started to feel a very tiny little bit better. Because Ruby and Penny were there. No more; no less.

[madmanwonder]

“You are under arrest for your act of terrorism.” Weiss eyes widened in shock looking at the man who was her old school acquaintance. Unable to see any of the goofiness from the red-eyed, intimidating cybernetic enforcer clad in state of the art power armor. “Resistance will be punished severely with prejudice force.” The Heiress took a step backward with her hand landed on her hilt of her rapier-like sword ready to defend herself against her ex-acquaintance…even as their large part of her wanted to save him.

[bridgyrose]

“I do not want to die.”

It was a simple declaration that ran through Penny’s mind while the world slowed down as she felt Cinder’s claws pierce into her. The pain that ran through her was more than she could ever imagine even after Cinder’s claws were pulled away, the blood that had dripped out almost boiling from the heat that seared her wounds closed. Every breath felt like it’d be her last as the air burned her throat. 

“We have to get her out of here!” Jaune yelled out. “She needs help!” 

“I’ll hold Cinder off for you!” Weiss yelled back. 

Weiss’s and Jaune’s voices sounded distant as Penny struggled to keep herself conscious. She felt Jaune pick her up, her body nearly limp as she was dragged towards the door at the end of the bridge. Her aura felt strengthened as she caught Jaune’s hand glowing trying to heal her. 

“I-its… its too late for me…. I cant… I cant be saved…” she struggled to say, words slurring together and taking more energy than she had to say. “L-let… let me… die.” 

Jaune shook his head and continued towards the doorway at the end of the bridge. “I’m not leaving you behind. Its not what Ruby would want.” 

It wasnt what Penny had wanted either, but it was the only way she could see her friends making it out. If she could give her powers to Winter, she could save Weiss and Jaune so they wouldnt have to suffer the same fate. 

And then she could join Ruby.

Instead, she felt herself being pushed through the portal as she heard Jaune curse behind her, hands hitting warm sand. Her body wouldnt move as she listened to the voices of those around worry about the grimm just outside the sandstorm while gunshots from the huntsman who could still fight sounded off around her. Penny’s eyes closed just as she heard the portal behind her disappear, ready to accept death as the gunshots around her drew closer. 

Her eyes finally started to drift open as she felt a cool breeze across her arms. It took a bit for her vision to clear up enough to see the ceiling above her as she tried to get her bearings. Penny tried to sit up and winced as she felt pain in her chest before she saw the bandages wrapped around her. She turned her head to see Nora, Ren, Emerald, and Oscar sleeping next to her bed. Her heart sank when she didnt see Ruby, though the memories stayed fresh in her mind. She was too slow to save Ruby when she was hit with that fireball that knocked her off the edge, Blake’s ribbon had slipped right through her fingers and she could still hear Ruby’s scream as she fell into the void. 

Penny flinched as she felt Nora grip her arm. 

“You’re awake,” Nora said quietly, her voice strained as if she had been crying before she fell asleep. Though, what was most noticeable was the lack of a smile on her face. Just sullen eyes and the stains from tears. “I’m… glad you’re awake.” 

Penny hadnt noticed her own eyes glowing with flames or the sound of the wind picking up outside, only the calm that came as she reigned in her powers. She laid back down and tried to calm herself as she felt a few tears start to roll down her cheeks. “Where is Jaune? A-and Weiss?” 

“That’s… actually something we wanted to ask you. What happened to Jaune and to the others.” 

That was a question that she didnt entirely know herself. Ruby, Blake, and Yang were probably dead, along with Neo since they fell, but Weiss and Jaune… Maybe she had heard a scream from Weiss just before it quieted but she couldnt be sure. Jaune would’ve pushed her through the portal, but if he did, then why didnt he follow? Why wasnt he here by her side? 

The answer was obvious, but she didnt want to admit that he. , her friends, Ruby, were gone. And yet, she couldnt hold back the tears. Losing everyone who cared about her, who gave up everything to make sure she was safe… the only thing left of them were the memories that she carried. 

Nora let out a soft sigh as she carefully hugged Penny. “I’m sorry.” 

Penny couldnt help but sob into Nora, wrapping her arms around her. Words she had wanted to say would be left unspoken, her heart felt like it was breaking. The pain she felt was unlike anything she had felt. It hurt more than Cinder’s claws burning into her and much differently from how Watt’s virus pained her. 

A pain that she knew she wouldnt ever heal from. 

—------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Months had passed and Penny stood over the memorial of those who had fallen, her hand moving over the names of each of her friends. Winter. Weiss. Jaune. Yang. Blake. Her fingers lingered against Ruby’s name as a few tears rolled down her cheeks, the pain in her heart still hadnt healed from losing the woman she had loved. 

A quiet sigh left her lips as she heard the grimm sirens go off once more. After all this time, the grimm still wouldnt quit while they were drawn to the squabbles of the refugees and the Vacuoans. Her eyes lit in flames as she took to the sky towards the grimm. The busier she kept herself, the more she could ignore the pain that ate at her heart. 

Penny landed near the grimm and used her maiden powers to manifest a scythe like Ruby’s. The cloak she wore fluttered in the wind as it grew stronger and she rushed at the grimm. The ravagers in the air swiped at her, cutting her flesh with their claws just before they were torn to shreds by the scythe and the winds that circled around her. As the last of the grimm fell, she let her scythe disappear as the winds calmed. 

Nora rushed over with Velvet and Coco, stopping when she saw Penny. “I guess you beat us here again.” 

“The grimm needed to be dealt with,” Penny said quietly as she walked back to the town. She ignored the way her cuts stung in the wind, almost used to the pain. “They could not wait.” 

“You should let us help,” Velvet said as she eyed the scars that littered Penny’s arm. 

Coco nodded. “Keeping this up is only going to get you killed.” 

Penny stopped in her steps as she thought about it, and yet, it didnt matter to her. The pain of her heart felt worse than anything else the grimm could do to her. She quietly started to walk off again, ready for the next grimm attack. It didnt matter how many grimm she fought or even if she were to fall against them. She would give her life to defend Remnant the same way Ruby did, even if it meant joining her in death.

[novankenn]

a Covenant

Weiss Schnee, Ilia Amitola, Jaune Arc...

All have suffered the pain of heart break. Can these wounded hearts heal one another? Do they even want to?

An epiphany… and discovery

A Question

An admission? Kinda of… not really…

Really???

Denials

All that for nothing?

Guide me Senpai!

An Explanation… or the start of one…

… and it continues

Questions… and an insult?

Tension in the… broom closet?

Nope… Not doing this alone

Being Talked Around

I’m STILL Here! (Request by @azure-decaff)

Let the floor swallow me… PLEASE!!!

[frickingnerd]

Weiss Schnee Masterlist

oneshots

[none yet]

drabbles

put your sweet lips on mine

headcanons

cuddling with weiss

weiss dating a faunus

polyamorous

poly relationship with team rwby

poly relationship with ruby & weiss

poly relationship with weiss & nora

poly relationship with ruby, blake, weiss, penny & nora

love triangles

[none yet]

[owl127]

Two times Weiss Schnee regretted finding the bees, and one time she did not

"We should wait until morning to cross the bridge." Jaune had a tone of finality when he spoke now. Weiss wasn't sure if that was because of his age or his suffering from loneliness and betrayal. Maybe both. "There are wolf-boar scouts at night in the Dark Acre."

That sounded as confusing as any other threat in this place, and Weiss had learned to respect them. At least a little bit more. She stretched her neck and winced at the knot there, massaging it with a gloved hand. The small clearing they called a camp was damp from rain and quiet with just the three of them. "Hey, are you cold?" Weiss asked Ruby, who blinked and shrugged, but her skin was cool to the touch. "Where's Yang with more firewood?" Weiss didn't ask anyone specifically, but Jaune shook his head anyway. One look around, and Blake seemed to also be suspiciously absent. Groaning, Weiss set out to the task of being the only responsible and mentally stable huntress in their party.

She knew what she would find before she heard the muffled laughter, and Weiss missed home a little bit more, even if the thought of home made her feel sick. But right now she really missed doors with locks.

"I don't mind it." Weiss heard Blake's voice, low and raspy, and she never wanted to hear it again. "It's part of you."

"But don't you think it's too cold? Or too hot? The heat transfer is insane with the metal," Yang responded, giving more information than Weiss was willing to process.

"I'm approaching this area!" Weiss yelled from about ten feet away from the giggling couple. "I repeat, I, Weiss Schnee, perfectly capable of hearing and sight, am approaching this area!" she repeated, to which the giggling increased. The nerve of these dorks.

Weiss crossed a tree line to find Blake's boots just hitting the ground, her jacket rumpled, and Yang's arms still shamelessly around her.

"Heya, Weiss," Yang greeted with a grin while Blake had the decency to blush.

"Unbelievable," Weiss murmured, arms akimbo. "You left a while ago looking for firewood," she accused Yang, who shrugged and pointed to the forgotten heap at her feet. "Ruby's cold," Weiss added with a drop of teasing, satisfied with Yang's furrowed brows. "I know this is exciting and new for you," she continued, "but not everyone is in the mindset to enjoy your honeymoon phase. So please keep your hands to yourselves."

"We were about to head back," Blake offered with a small smile. "Care to give me a hand?" There was a glint in her eyes as she asked Yang, but it took Weiss a second too long to catch up.

"No problem!" Yang responded, detaching her prosthetic while Blake piled it along the firewood.

"I can't," Weiss said before walking back into the tree line without a second glance in the direction of her adorable but insufferable teammates. "And you have a hickey, Belladonna!" she added triumphantly, marching back to camp.

0000

The rain never stopped. It fell mercilessly, and they haven't seen the sun in the Dark Acre for days. Ruby had barely been speaking, and the tension between their group was palpable, like a constant heartburn in the back of Weiss's throat. They had been taking turns watching Ruby, and tonight it was Weiss's time to try and convince their broken leader to eat.

"It's not that bad," Weiss said as she chewed on stale carrot-cheese, offering a piece to Little and another to Ruby. "It's aged cheese, if you think about it."

"Yeah," Ruby answered apathetically, turning her back to Weiss. Impromptu naps were another thing Ruby had started doing, which Little celebrated at first but then understood that it was a problem.

"Rest." Weiss tried to adjust Ruby's hood around her, but the girl shrugged her off. "I'll check on Blake and Yang for more food."

"I'm not hungry."

"I know." Weiss took a deep breath and stood on the moist ground. Her fighting skirt had seen better days, but she was Weiss Schnee, and she patted her thighs with grace and elegance as she set into the task of finding more food. Rain kept its ruthless pace, though as she walked farther from camp, it seemed to slow to an annoying trickle. Her hair was not doing well either way.

She found a tree with fruits Jaune would have to clear for them before eating, and as she spotted another fruitful tree, she heard a sound that made her stop in her tracks.

Not a grimm; not a Jabberwalker. Right now, not even Salem's laughter would make Weiss this instantly mad. Weiss groaned out loud at the sound of moaning.

"What have I done to deserve this?" Weiss expressed to the picked fruit in her hands. She located the source of the sounds, a small cave to the side of a clearing. Part of her wanted to ignore it and bleach her brain, but Ruby was alone and they needed food. Someone needed to knock some sense into those two. She expected such abhorrent behavior from Yang, but pulling Blake into it was too much. She left the fruit outside the cave and took a deep breath.

"Too much, too much." Weiss heard Yang's voice echoing in the cave, followed by a hiss. "Slower, Blake."

Weiss froze on her way inside because there was absolutely no way they were up to that.

"I'm sorry," Blake replied, her voice low and calm. A sound of kissing followed, and Weiss gagged. "I'm going to try again. Try to relax."

Weiss wanted to die.

"But you also need to push a little harder on the way out, or it won't work."

Scratch that. Weiss was dead.

She jumped inside the cave, her rapier in the air as her other hand covered her eyes. "I can’t believe you two are even in the mood for such lewd behavior!" she yelled, brandishing her weapon at nothing. "I’m giving you ten seconds to look presentable before I open my eyes!"

"Weiss, open your eyes," Yang deadpanned.

"Are you both dressed?" Weiss pressed further.

"Yes," Yang confirmed in a similar monotone. 

Weiss opened one eye first, scanning the cave quickly. Both Yang and Blake were indeed wearing pants, and while Yang had her jacket off, intimate body parts were 100% hidden. Yang’s arm was detached, and Blake’s hands were around the base connected to Yang’s scar. 

"It’s been bothering me since I got it back," Yang explained. "I usually need help when detaching the base."

Heat flared in Weiss’ cheeks. "Well, I see you already have assistance." Weiss nodded at Blake, her cat ears betraying the laughter her mouth managed to dampen. "I will be heading back to camp, then."

"What did you think we were doing?" One golden eyebrow was up, followed by a half-smirk. "Weiss Schnee, did you really think Blake and I were having s—"

"You have no limits, Xiao Long."

"How dare you"—Yang placed her left hand over her heart—"I would never."

"Is everything okay back in the camp, Weiss?" Blake asked before the teasing escalated.

"We’re looking for food."

"We won’t take long," Blake amended with a small smile. Weiss frowned at Yang, who grinned innocently as she left.

"C’mon, let me tell her," Yang said once Weiss was out of earshot.

"Don’t you dare."

"It’ll be good for her!"

"Yang, no."

"It was just some hand stuff," Yang said while shaking her prosthetic.

Blake couldn’t hold her giggles, leaning to kiss Yang’s cheek. "I love you… but let’s tone it down around Weiss. She might explode."

"We should set her up with Jaune."

"Yang, no."

0000

Through the sandstorm, Weiss heard the familiar shriek of a Nevermore. Wyvern and Lancers also took the sky, attacking at random intervals.

"Ruby. Ruby, open your eyes!" she begged her unconscious teammate. After using her eye power, Ruby had fallen limply, and it took most of what was left of Weiss' aura to clear the path to her friend. "Ruby!" she yelled, sand entering her eyes and mouth. "Ruby, talk to me!"

"We gotta bounce!" Nora yelled from behind Weiss. "I’ll help you carry her!"

"Wait, where are Yang and Blake?" Weiss asked with Ruby’s arm around her neck.

"They were the ones distracting the big flying chicken."

"The Nevermore?"

Nora shrugged, shooting a flying grenade in the direction of an approaching flock of Wyverns before helping Ruby up from the other side.

"Can you take her by yourself?"

"Weiss, we need to leave!" Nora’s statement was punctuated by Winter’s chilly attack somewhere above them.

"I’ll meet you back at Shade!" Weiss didn’t look back and ran in the direction of the fight.

"Weiss!" She recognized Winter’s voice. "You need to leave this instant!" Her sister had become overprotective since they returned, but there was a layer of fresh desperation in Winter’s voice as she landed next to Weiss.

"Have you seen Blake and Yang?" Weiss held her sister’s shoulders.

Winter’s eyes widened. "Winter?" Weiss insisted, but they had to break apart as a Lancer tried to sting her from behind. As the grimm froze to death, Weiss latched to her sister’s forearm. "What happened, Winter?"

"I saw the moment Yang’s aura broke. Blake was with her, but I haven’t seen them since. Weiss, come back here!"

Nothing could stop Wiess from finding her friends—her family. Hunters ran in the opposite direction, as it was clear they had been called to retreat. They trickled in behind Winter’s line of defense, but none of the hunters were Yang or Blake. She wasn’t going to give up; Weiss would fight wave after wave of grimm to find them.

Winter had taken Weiss by the waist when she heard the familiar sound of a high-caliber weapon.

Ember Celica.

"They’re here!" Weiss yelled before her sister carried her away. "Yang! Blake!"

"Help!" Blake’s voice, followed by more shots. Winter was gone in a flash, flying through the harsh storm in the direction of Blake’s cries. Weiss watched as Blake ran in her direction, with Winter carrying an unconscious Yang above them.

"We need to go!" Winter ordered, grimm’s growling intensifying with the lack of hunters. "Now!"

Weiss took Blake’s forearm, as her hand was occupied holding the left pair of Ember Celica. "You two need to stop running away!"

Blake chuckled a wet laugh, her eyes red-rimmed. "We love you too!"

"I’ll strangle you both once Yang wakes up!"

"Don’t give her ideas!"

"BELLADONNA!" 

[howdoyoudothedew]

Terraform

a/n: Implied past child abuse. also this was supposed to be shippy but turned into a character study with no ships instead

It’s hard to terraform yourself. To take something that was broken until it turned nearly uninhabitable and make it suitable for life again. Without help, it would surely be impossible.

Russel is his first reaching hand. He’s stubborn and optimistic in equal measures. The relationship he has with his parents is something Cardin envies, and somehow neither Russel nor his parents make him feel like an outsider. They give him a family when he needs it most. Russel becomes the one person in his life he feels he can tell anything to without being judged. And though he never truly tells Russel anything, that doesn’t detract from how important that is. The fact Russel never pushes for anything makes it moreso.

Velvet and Weiss are both important in different ways and he doesn’t want to put anyone on a pedestal above the others, but he knows even Russel’s persistence wouldn’t have been enough without them.

Velvet is the second reaching hand in his life. She is the sister he never knew he needed and also the soulmate he never knew he had. When he apologized, he expected that to be it, but they connect in a way he’s never quite connected before and before he knows it she is as constant a factor in his life as Russel is. Several of the traits he hates the most about himself are in her. His anger, his violence, but she doesn’t harm others in her self-destruction. She slowly teaches him how to do the same. Velvet becomes the second person in his life he feels he can tell anything to, and who doesn’t ask when she sees his scars and he says nothing.

Weiss is less of a reaching hand and more of a shoulder. It’s a complete accident, their friendship. A once-in-a-million moment of many other little moments coming together that lead to them talking. They change each other. They hold each other up when they need to be held up, and they listen, and they force each other to be a little bolder through the changes their separate friend groups inflict on them. They tell each other things they’d never tell another soul, too. Unlike the others, Weiss knows what he’s been through. Cardin never thought it could actually help to speak the traumas out loud, but it does. He knows it’s because it’s Weiss. Because she understands in a way the others can not.

[whatastrangewriter]

The blacksmith's question

"How old are you?"

Ruby blinked, frowning slightly when she found herself back in the blacksmith's forge. She could have sworn she'd just been walking in the forest ... but it didn't matter. Who said this was even real, anyway? She might have fainted again. This might be a dream.

(Perhaps all of this was a dream. Perhaps she was still in Beacon, safe with her friends and family, and this was all just a nightmare. If it was, she hoped she woke up soon. She wasn't sure she could handle much more of this.)

"Excuse me?" With effort, Ruby managed to focus on the blacksmith, and what the woman had asked her. She couldn't help but take offense to the question - what did it matter how old she was? She was old enough, wasn't she?

"I asked how old you are." The Blacksmith brought her hammer down with a resounding clang, the object she was working on sending out a shower of sparks. Ruby flinched away from the noise, covering her face to protect her from the fiery sparks, and for a moment

she was there, exhausted and terrified and heartbroken, silver eyes wide with disbelief as she was forced to watch her friend disintegrate into a cascade of golden dust, and before she knew it she was screaming-

"It doesn't matter." Ruby crossed her arms over her chest, defensive and uneasy in the face of the blacksmith's curiousity. She wished her team was there. She wished Yang was there with her. But she was alone. "I'm old enough."

"Old enough for what, I wonder?" The blacksmith turned, staring at Ruby with the emptiness where her eyes were supposed to be. She dunked the object she'd been hammering into a pail of water that had been placed next to her for that exact reason, never once removing her eyes from Ruby. Steam filled with room.

"Old enough to do what I have to," Ruby grimaced, waving her hands in front of her to try and clear the steam. It did nothing; she still couldn't see a thing.

From somewhere in front of her, the blacksmith hummed. She must have taken her project out of the water bucket, for the sound of a hammer clashing against steel resounded through the room. Despite her best efforts, Ruby jumped at the noise, her hands covering her ears

even though the sound went straight through them. Ruby grimaced, scowling at the Grimm in front of her as it screamed. Glancing around, she examined her team: Nora, tired and too focused on helping Ren to be of any use, Jaune, trying to talk sense into his friend even as he charged at the Grimm ... and Ren, who was angrier than Ruby had ever seen him, the Grimm the only thing he could see or hear.

Ruby didn't know what to do. She didn't know how she could do this without her team.

She wished they'd never come to Kuroyuri.

"And what is it that you have to do?" The blacksmith questioned, pulling Ruby out of her own memories. The girl blinked, shaken by the flashback, but forced herself to soldier on, only her shaking hands giving away her emotional turbulence.

"Fight, I guess," Ruby snapped, clenching her hands into fists to try and hide the shaking. Yes, anger was good. Anger wasn't grief, anger was productive, anger was something she could use to help, to protect. "Keep everyone safe."

The blacksmith laughed, and finally, the steam began to clear, and Ruby could see the woman standing at the forge. "You have not answered my original question. How old are you?"

Ruby sighed. She might as well tell her. It was obvious that the blacksmith wouldn't stop asking, and besides, what harm could it do? "I'm..."

Ruby frowned. How old was she? She'd been 15 when she started Beacon, she knew that, and she must have turned 16 sometime while on the road with Jaune, Ren and Nora, but how long had passed since then? Had her 17th birthday come and gone without her noticing? Had she turned 18 yet, while trapped in the Ever After? She didn't know.

"I'm 17," the young girl said after a few moments, settling on an age that sounded more or less right. There was a tremble in her voice - for some reason, not knowing her own age scared her. She repeated her sentence, willing it to be true, trying to convince herself that it was an answer she knew for certain. "I'm 17."

"Too young for such hardships," the blacksmith sighed, and there was a definite trace of sadness in her voice. She turned to Ruby again, eyeless sockets boring into the young girl. "I will repeat what I said before. If you ever feel the need to lift your burden, come find me. I will give you a new weapon, free of charge."

"Thank you," Ruby muttered, because she'd been raised on politeness, "but I don't think I'll take you up on that offer."

"Suit yourself." The blacksmith turned back to her work. "But the offer is always there if you need it."

[musings-from-mars]

Jaune teasing Weiss about that one comment she made when she found out he was the rusted knight.

"Sorry about…all that," Jaune said as they sat together on a balcony overlooking the city.

"What, the Ever After?" Weiss asked. "Why are you apologizing for that?"

"No, I meant how I got changed back to normal," he said with a smile, rubbing his hand on his face. "I know you're probably disappointed that I don't look as mature anymore."

Weiss blushed up at him, then looked away and scoffed. "That… I wasn't…"

He laughed softly. "It's okay. I just hope you don't mind me being Vomit Boy again."

Weiss suppressed a smile and nodded. "I don't mind at all…"

100-word Drabbles

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