AYangThang: Purely an experiment in shipping. I blame several nights of discord chats, skype conversations, emails, and a collective desire of several different people to see this shit-fest become a thing. Likely a bad idea in the making. I lost a bet Thursday night, so now it's got to be posted…

And yes I am indeed going to hell.

Weiss/Glynda, Yang/Blake, Ruby/Pyrrha...and god only knows what else...

The Romantic Misadventures of Famous Huntresses

Four women sat at an airstrip, waiting for the airbus to Vale to come by and pick them up. The rest of the journey home to be an overnight flight at best, and the members of team RWBY were exhausted.

"The airbus is over an hour late." Weiss ranted, checking the time on her scroll. She couldn't even make a call thanks to all of the interference.

"It's always late, Weiss." Ruby said, leaning on the wall with her arms crossed. "They have to make special flight plans just to get out here."

"Don't worry, Ruby. She's just mad because she's been blue beaned for a week." Yang smirked from behind her aviator glasses.

Weiss gave Yang something of a look but chose not to comment. In her opinion there were two types of hunters. Ones with a reason to be out in the field, and ones who were aimlessly wandering around, willing to help Remnant. You could see the differences of these two types at a glance. The ones with a reason were rougher around the edges. They kept to themselves, and their team. They could be friendly, but most of the time they simply didn't bother befriending total strangers. They took more missions, but profit was not usually a primary concern.

The second type of hunters were almost always friendly and charismatic. However, they were also boisterous. Picking up suitors in the pubs, and making shows of their abilities. They were skilled, of course. Some of them were the most talented people Weiss had ever come to know. Sometimes they were aggravating, but they were generally well meaning people, more or less.

However, no matter what type of hunter you were, you were not safe from temptation. As travelers, they were often smothered by it. Sex, alcohol, and a plethora of drugs were second nature among hunters, and the talk of such things were equally common practice. Be it from thrill seeking, or stress, everyone found a vice and clung dearly to it. Even Weiss couldn't avoid a few lapses in good judgment, even if she desperately wanted to.

"Well?" Yang asked, elbowing Weiss in the side to get her attention.

The usually dignified woman huffed. The heat of the day was getting to her, and yang was one of the huntresses she found both endearing and aggravating. "I'm afraid to ask, but what is it now, Yang?"

"Nothing much, I guess. Now that you mention it though, I'm kinda curious, what's good ole Glyn like in bed?"

Caught between letting her eyes bug out at the question or turning a deep shade of scarlet, she opted for a mix of both. Indignantly spluttering before mortification won. "I didn't mention my intimate life! You mentioned it for me, and I refused to answer." Weiss shot back. "It's none of your business what I get up to in my private time."

"Either that, you you're not allowed to say it." Yang said with a shrug. "I'll be she's a total dommie, right?"

Come on, Yang, stop." Ruby said, stepping into the mild argument. "That's really gross."

"Careful little sis, you're on my radar too." Yang said with a teasing grin. "Ever since you moved out, you keep avoiding my questions about you and Pyrrha. I might get bored and start asking about you guys instead."

"Are we really talking about this here of all places?" Ruby asked, partially disgusted, and mildly freaked out that her sister might just do exactly that.

"Apparently." Blake murmured, discretely pinching Yang's ass in the way of a warning.

"I'm just curious, that's all. I feel like I need to make sure you two are being taken care of…especially since Weiss is the dancing to the tune of Hot for Teacher."

"Former teacher, you blundering offense to social propriety." Weiss cut in. "I have no idea what kind of sick perversions you have going on in your head, Yang, but Glynda isn't like that."

"Sure she isn't." Yang retorted waggling her eyebrows playfully. "Weiss, she uses a riding crop as a weapon."

"And you use your fists for yours. Does that suddenly make you an abusive and brainless twit?" Weiss replied back with a snap in her voice.

"Well, no." Yang said after a moment. "At least, I don't think so."

"My point exactly." Weiss sighed, waving the blonde off. "Appearances are not always how they appear, and semblances don't have any functionality in the confines of a relationship. Weaponry certainly doesn't, no matter what it happens to be."

Yang grinned dirtily, opening her mouth to comment on that little detail when Blake pinched her ass again, this time particularly hard. "Yang…" Blake threatened with a glare in her eyes. "Don't you dare."

Ruby looked over to her nearly canoodling teammates. Even after being with her team for over a handful of years, she still couldn't get over all the ways Yang and Blake could melt her brain without even trying to. "Annnd that's way more information about your sex lives than I ever wanted to know." Ruby said. "Thanks guys, like I didn't have enough nightmare fuel without that in my head."

"Don't mention it." Blake half growled at her partner and girlfriend.

"Speaking of that…" Yang trailed off, struggling with the question at the forefront of her mind. "Have you and Pyr started using those dental dams yet?"

If looks could kill, Yang would have been dead three times over from three different directions. The youngest of the group turned a deep shade of tomato red before finding her voice. "Ew, Yang. Just no, okay? No."