AN: A commission for Beth through AO3, yandere Weiss and then yandere Yang and some implied Ladybug. If you would like to commission me, please contact me.
Possession - Chapter One
Weiss was cold, had always been cold. The heart encased in her body was icy enough that it could have acted as an iceberg for a maiden voyage. But no one had anticipated her to be ever so humiliatingly cold as when she claimed Yang's very soul and ripped it away from Ruby Rose.
"No, sorry Yang I think Ruby is busy tonight, she mentioned something about Pyrrha? Or was it Nora? I can't remember but I believe she's out tonight," Weiss was telling Yang the still fairly happy blonde, who was now gently irked at the fact that her sister and friend may have been busy. And yet Yang could swear she remembered Ruby saying a few days ago that her plans for Friday were limited to homework, gently taking care of her one houseplant, and shopping over the net.
So why was Weiss feeding her this?
The heiress was keeping her hands very much to herself as she tidied up her drawing desk, setting study books on shelves and cleaning away the scribbled papers that she and Ruby had been handling. Blake was away, vacation or an otherwise retreat the possessive silver-haired girl did not care for. The Faunus's absence meant she had one less of the girls to worry about while she focused on her true intention and goal.
"Yes, so it'll just be us this Friday, my dear. Is there anything you want to do?" Weiss asked, keeping up her disguised, intentless voice.
She loved Yang, more than that, she adored Yang she craved her, completely and utterly, she wanted every inch and every second of Yang's attention all to herself. To Weiss, Yang was a lighthouse, and at the same time, she was a pristine china doll. Something the heiress wanted, needed, something she had to covet and hold so closely. She wanted so heavily to be with Yang, so all-consumingly to keep her for herself. Blake was a small worry, for she was free and clear headed, and also a little dark herself. There was no telling if Blake could or would know about the intense desire the heiress had for her partner, and there was no way Weiss could tell if Blake would try to compete. Thus far she had not, but the faunus was a faunus, and Weiss knew a little about the secrets and shadow Blake Belladonna could hold to her breast.
But Ruby, she was the one obstacle that Weiss had to remove if she was ever going to make headway with Yang. Ruby was everything that Weiss was not, and she was still uneasy about being a partner to her for combat. Already, only weeks into the semester and the small scythe-wielder had shown the heiress up in class.
Weiss wanted Yang with all her deep-seated heart, wanted to cherish her, take her out, have her on an arm at a gala and dance with the beautiful and glorious blonde all night. But as long as she and Ruby were close, that would not be possible. Ruby would not allow it.
Yang, a little too oblivious to Weiss, was just sat on the bed, confused over Ruby, the smaller sister had never got her dates wrong or changed plans on Yang, they were meant to go shopping together, or at least over their scrolls. How had she become so close with Team JNPR? The blonde tossed her scroll to the side.
"Yeah, alright then Ice Queen we should hang out, we barely do," the blonde mentioned, sitting upright and looking at the pillars of books Blake and Weiss used to keep their beds as bunks. She was suddenly thinking what she and Weiss, whom she knew fairly little about, in all honesty, could do with it being just the two of them. "What could we even do?"
Like a flash, a well-rehearsed flash, Weiss was there, spinning around with an answer for her spunky prey.
"How about we head into town ourselves for some dinner?" Weiss offered, looking a little too eager. Yang did not look as enthusiastic about the offer of dinner in Vale. "We can get dressed up a little. I know you've been wanted to try on that dress your father sent you. We'll take a walk down the promenade and there is this fabulous bistro I've been wanting to take you to," she divulged. She intended it to be a slip of the tongue, for Yang to take it, but secretly it was, of course, one of her parlour tricks, a hook, to grab the blonde's undivided attention and keep her there.
Those lilac eyes, and how red they could become. Weiss wanted them, wanted those eyes to be on her a lot more than their current rate. She wanted to be all those lilac and crimson eyes would look at, and Weiss wanted to have the key to the power, to the semblance that could turn them from their luscious lavender to the daring and deadly crimson. It was the power, the power of Yang was what Weiss found so attractive.
She had seen the footage of what the blonde boomer did to the nightclub. What she had done to that man and those twins. Weiss found it more attractive than the sizable pair Yang sported in her tube top. Although those assets were fairly inviting to the sultry heiress. She began thinking about them as she bit her bottom lip while looking Yang over.
Weiss had it bad for the girl, but she was so methodical, and so wanting, she would do anything to consume Yang's attention and attraction, to be the battery that Yang would feed with her presence. Weiss would have Yang, she obsessed over having her.
"You really wanna take me to dinner?" Yang asked, a little more tepid than Weiss would have hoped, but then again she was batting for a dinner with the buxom blonde already. It was reckless, a little too fast, especially with the strung lie about Ruby being busy.
But Weiss needed Yang taken for the night, so she could spin a counter to Ruby when she would inevitably ask why her sister had cancelled. It was a masterpiece, a plan and a half and perfect to Weiss's personally touched design. She had Yang's attention, now she wanted her hand, and her time and gaze. She wanted her dressed up in that beautiful white dress, so she could work her way to tearing the damn thing off of the blonde while at the same time ripping her from her pathetic sister.
In truth, there was a small trace element of disposition Weiss had for pure and innocent Ruby, but winning Yang completely would change all that.
"Of course I do! I think it would be the perfect occasion and excuse for us to better get to know each other Yang. No Blake, no Ruby, just us two, at dinner, we'll have a splendid time," Weiss tried to coax the blonde bruiser, like a viper, trying to sing a willing victim into its bed so as to deliver the perfect strike at the right time. Weiss was vicious, completely, she knew the perfect time and method to deliver such blows. And with Yang, it was as sexy and seductive as anything Weiss had ever undertaken, already.
She smiled a little more, making her way to the blonde and standing over her. Weiss leant in, not bending her legs at all. "And I know you'll look gorgeous in that new dress Yang, come on. Come to dinner with me," she attempted again, leaning over, even using her body the best the fearless and possessive heiress could do. Her chest was not the largest, but she could use it perfectly, and already she saw Yang staring. A little accentuation of the heiress's hips made her irresistible to the wanton blonde.
Yang struggled in her seat a little, nervous if that was an emotion or state of being the blonde could exhibit discreetly. Weiss had her like warm putty in the palm of her hand, even Yang knew that. Weiss was beautiful, and under the layers, she was even a good laugh and a lovely girl to get along with. They had done that, a few times since the Emerald Forest. But Yang had no idea how much Weiss was wanting her, craving her, and despising her sister for being in the way so much.
The blonde did not know what alone time with Weiss could entail.
"Yes," and yet she said, throwing caution to the wind. "Sure, let's take a date if ya want Ice Queen. But you're getting dolled up too," Yang made the woman swear, and Weiss did so, smiling like a cat, worse than Blake, on every word.
This was it, the first step. With one simple lie, Weiss had parted Ruby and Yang for an evening. With deep concentration and more attention from Yang, she could separate them for good.