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Happy Bee's Schnees Week 2018 everyone (or, if you're a certain crimson-colored rose from Texas, Bee's Schnee, because it's not like that ruins the whole pun or anything :P)! I'm sure if any of you have read/are currently reading my other fanfic, Promise Ribbons, you'll note that, while that fanfic is primarily Monochrome, I also like to establish Weiss and Yang as quite close. That's because Freezerburn happens to be my second favorite ship in RWBY, after the Monos of course. And while I may not hold Bumblebee as highly as the other two, I also have NOTHING negative to say about it either, so it still makes me all smiley as well; I just happen to like it more when Weiss is with them.
April 9th: Date/Flowers
Ever since the trio had started going out, they'd made it ritual that, every Valentine's Day, they'd all surprise each other with bouquets of flowers at their romantic dinner.
There was a big catch, however; not only could they not use the same flowers from any previous year, each girl had to bring two bouquets, one for each of the other two. Whatever they got for one girl, they HAD to coordinate with the other to ensure they both bought the girl the same type of flowers, all without the third finding out what they'd be receiving. If, when they all revealed the bouquets, any of the pairs were mismatched or the one that was receiving the offerings could guess what they were getting, that girl wouldn't have to help split the expensive dinner bill at Mistral's top restaurant (if all of the pairs screwed up, they'd all have to pay it anyway).
It was quite the incentive for both the givers and the receiver. Ever since Blake got Weiss White Hydrangeas and Yang got the former heiress White Lilacs, well, let's just say their wallets were still recovering two years later.
The game had gotten more fun (and more nerve-racking) each year. Yang would spend all of her free time at the Spotted Blanca, the largest florist in the city, keeping an eye out for one of her girlfriends trying to sneak out some golden-colored flowers. Weiss would constantly search their shared apartment for secret notes going between her two lovers, even rifling through the trash (which was good training for her gag-reflex as well) in the hopes of finding a piece of paper with the name of the species they were planning on buying. And of course, the Faunus's heightened hearing and sense of smell made plotting with her nearby next to impossible. Finally, there was also the problem of HIDING the flowers.
After ridiculous numbers of secret plots straight out of a spy movie, countless interrogations of their annoyed friends and enough fragrances to open a beauty salon, the chilly February day arrived. The three girls arrived at Mistral's Bell Tower restaurant, each adorned in beautiful silk gowns, and sat at their table reserved on the highest floor of the skyscraper. Each girl had a pair of tightly-wrapped gifts sitting at their feet.
"I believe its Yang's turn to go first this year. Sweetheart," Blake asked in her most flirtatious voice, causing the blonde's eyes to snap back to her face, "Are you going to take a guess at what your flower is?"
Yang put a finger to the side of her chin and looked up before shaking her head, golden locks spilling over her shoulders. "I'm afraid you both eluded me this year. Again." She added with a bit of annoyance.
She was rather miffed that she hadn't seen either girl at the store those past two years, meaning that they'd both snuck past her. It was really the only real place to buy blossoming flowers at that time of the year, when Haven's tropical temperature dropped low enough to force small plants to hibernate for a few months.
Of course, all the wasted time was worth it as the loves of her life unwrapped their presents to her, revealing dozens of yellow tulips.
Yang put a hand to her heart and gasped. "For me? You shouldn't have." She said with no amount of seriousness as she accepted her gifts. She looked down at the flowers in her arms. "They're beautiful."
"Almost as beautiful as you." Weiss pushed her ponytail over her shoulder, giving off an air of pride at their flawless execution. Blake hid a giggle behind her fingers as Yang brought the flowers up to her nose and took in a deep breath of the aroma.
Suddenly, a small bee flew out of one of the open buds in Blake's bouquet, stopping on the blonde's nose. Though surprised, she didn't react other than going cross-eyed to try and see what just landed on her. The former heiress and the Faunus suddenly held their breath in shock, only to simultaneously release it as the insect flew away, clearly uninterested.
Yang shot Blake a brazen look. "Did you put that in there to be funny?" She teased to her brunette girlfriend, who returned the look with an apologetic frown.
"I'm sorry. I swear, I didn't kno-"
She gasped when Yang moved forward and gave her a kiss on the neck, her words trailing off into an uncontrollable purr. Weiss could only blink at this, not sure what to say but ultimately decided to cough, drawing the other girls' attentions back to her as Yang pulled back. "Well then, I believe its Blake's turn now." She said, her voice having barely changed in tone.
"Well, then," the girl in question smiled, "You two have clearly outsmarted me because I don't think I hear a word about plants from either of you this year."
However, her amused expression faded as her lovers drew their bouquets out to reveal dozens of nightshades, causing the brunette to tense up.
"You, uh, do know that those flowers are poisonous, right?" She asked, searching the two pairs of shining eyes in front of her for any signs of delusions or dilation.
Weiss sighed. "Yes, Blake, we're quite aware of what flowers we bought."
"They're a harmless hybrid species." Yang stuck out her tongue. "I decided on them, since they fit your name so well, and made sure to find one that would surprise you in more ways than one. I'm not that stupid." She mocked, causing her girlfriend to relax as she took the wrapped flowers and admired them.
"Thank you, dear." She stood up, leaning over the table to deliver a kiss to the brawler's forehead. A huge grin split across Yang's face.
Meanwhile, still sitting with them, Weiss's eyebrow started twitching. Her smile went crooked as she tried to hide her frustration. "I suppose it's my turn, now?" She asked, a clear harshness in her tone this time as she gritted her teeth. "I can't say I can even guess what mine are…"
Yang and Blake shared an quick look before retrieving their gifts from the floor. The last bit of the former heiress's patience evaporated as they peeled away the paper for the final reveal of the white flowers.
Chrysanthemums. A symbol of NON-ROMANTIC ATTRACTION.
Weiss fumed. She fixed both of her dates with an icy glare, seeing amusement dancing behind their eyes as they held out the flowers she refused to grab.
She'd had enough. Watching the two shower each other with affection and then having THIS pulled on her was simply too much to bare. Had they been planning this? She wasn't even sure if they were teasing her anymore.
Her vision started getting blurry.
Burying her head in her hand, she swore several times under her breath before letting out a small sob, despite trying with all her might to stop it from coming out. Blake's ears picked up the sound and she dropped her bouquet on the table, rising to her feet and walking to her side to caress the former heiress's beautiful white hair while Yang mirrored her on Weiss's other side. At this point, Weiss's face was no longer in her hands, now simply lying down on the table, her arms covering her eyes.
"Weiss," the Faunus whispered in a sweet voice, no teasing tone present, "you know we both care about you more than anything else in the world. The meaning of the flowers isn't why we got them for you."
"Yeah," Yang picked up, twiddling with the former heiress's metal hair accessory, "you think that just because we got you friendship flowers, we don't love you? Like, did you forget our hot make-out session we had with you this morning?"
At this, she received a flick in the forehead from her other lover, who shot her a disapproving look that urged her to be polite.
Weiss's simply moaned in response. Then she mumbled something that not even Blake could pick up. Curious, the Faunus brought her head down closer to the resigned figure, angling her feline ear to try and pick up what the girl was saying. "What was that, darling?"
This time, Weiss raised her head, her eyes slightly glazed, and made a small sniffle. "Prove it, then." She said quietly.
Both Blake and Yang's faces lit up at this, both crouching down to bring a messy kiss to each of their girlfriend's cheeks. Weiss's eyes flew open and her face went stark red as she let an undignified squeak.
Satisfied that they'd shown their true affection, the blonde and the brunette drew back and returned to their seats. They both gave a sweet smile to the former heiress, whose gaze was bouncing between the two, her mouth still incapable of forming words.
"Say, Yang, I think we should get some flowers for Ruby this year as well. What do you say?" Blake managed over her own chuckling.
Yang returned the question with a massive smirk. "Sounds great. After all, we have a beautiful red Edelweiss right here that would work perfectly."
Weiss didn't respond as the two let out adorable laughs. Instead, she fixed her eyes on the Chrysanthemums that had been moved into her lap during the twin kisses. She squeezed the blue orbs shut.
I swear, these two are going to be the death of me.
For those who are wondering, in this situation, the Tulips symbolize Yang's grace while the Belladonnas represent the truth Blake fights for. Of course, the Chrysanthemums aren't meant to be friendship here, but rather cheering up someone who feels sad, which Blake and Yang certainly managed to achieve. An Edelweiss would probably also work for Ruby's sense of adventure.
But then again, who cares what the flowers mean when you have your two favorite people in the world enjoying the night with you?