Prompt: Team RWBY sleeping arrangements
"Weiss is always cold, but Ruby's cloak is warm. Blake doesn't mind sleeping with any of them, but prefers Weiss. Yang is a fucking space heater, but she won't sleep in the same bed as Ruby unless the other two are there."
Submitter: It was me, KnightEstoc!
It was a cold weekend day in Beacon Academy. Frost covered the windows as snow covered the ground, and not even the Grimm were stupid enough to venture out of wherever slavering hellbeasts spent the winters. One would think that this would be a quiet time - a time for relaxation, for peaceful conversation, for silent reading, or perhaps for friendly sparring to train without any danger. Though, given the nature of Beacon students, that last one might not be so quiet. Probably not, come to think about it.
Regardless! One would think that all would be muffled, since nobody really likes doing anything on cold days, especially days when there's no classes.
"...and I am saying no, you blonde brute!"
"Aw, c'mon, Ice Queen! No need to be... chilly!" A round of groans. "Oh, come on, that one was gold!"
One would be wrong.
Now, the identity of these voices should obvious by now, but let us zoom in. Past a hyperactive Nora bouncing in her seat, hopped up on a sugar rush courtesy of far too much maple syrup for any number of pancakes, past Velvet and Yatsuhashi quietly working on homework in the library, immediately past Pyrrha and Jaune - trust your friendly narrator: don't interrupt their time in the training room if you like having all your limbs attached - and to a closed door. Now, what would we see if we were to, oh, have limited third-person powers and peer into the room?
We would see team RWBY arguing. As usual. This time, though, the subject matter might be a bit different.
Weiss crossed her arms. "Regardless of the situation, there is no reason for me to share your bed! I am just fine borrowing Ruby and her cloak," she huffed.
"Just try it!" Yang boasted. "Tell her, Rubes. I'm like a space heater!"
Ruby looked over from where she was working on Doctor Oobleck's latest assignment. It was a difficult problem, not helped by either the argument brewing behind her or the rapidly diminishing plate of cookies on the table beside her. "She's right, Weiss," she told her. "I used to sneak into Yang's bed all the time when I was a kid and she was always so nice and warm I hated getting up in the mornings. And then Yang was all like, 'Ruby you have to get up!' and I was like, 'I don't wanna!' and then she was like... Um..." She trailed off awkwardly, shrinking back into her seat from Weiss's frosty glare. "Sorry, Weiss!" she squeaked. "But Yang does have a point."
"Shame on you, bullying her like that," Blake observed detachedly from where she was reading on her own bed.
Weiss spared the black-haired girl a brief glare, then returned to the subject of her ire. "I'm not denying that she isn't warm," she said impatiently. "The problem is that Yang's... assets... will suffocate me! Have you seen how many times Ruby almost died? From hugs alone?"
Yang smirked. Her boobs of steel would win the battle, the war, and probably awards. Heh, that was a good one. Gotta remember it. "Trust me, Princess, the benefits far outweigh the gains. Or weren't you the one to make all those charts?" Weiss flushed; it had been her opening salvo the first time Beacon's heaters had failed.
"Those were perfectly reasonable graphs comparing relative sleep schedules and body heat output," she insisted. "You're just being difficult. And you aren't helping, Blake," she snapped, glaring at the faunus briefly. "This could have been resolved if you'd just agreed to sleep with Yang."
Blake rolled her eyes, but closed her book and rolled onto her side, her amber eyes shifting back and forth. "Yang is handsy while she sleeps," she said simply. "I prefer not waking up to being groped, thank you very much."
"Oh come on!" Yang yelped, throwing her hands in the air. "It happens one time and you never let me live it down!"
"It was more than once, Yang." Blake let a small smile curl her lips. "Besides, I prefer sleeping with Weiss. Despite her collarbone and frozen toes, she's more comfortable." Weiss's cheeks turned an adorable red, and both Ruby and Yang bit their lips so as to avoid snickering.
"W-well, Yang and Ruby already vetoed that idea," Weiss said, stumbling at first but recovering admirably. "She, for some strange reason, won't sleep with Ruby unless it's with all four of us!"
"And I keep telling you guys it's weird when it's just us two," Ruby said, distracted once again. "It was cool when we were younger, but now, with everything that's happened, it's kinda... y'know..." She twiddled her fingers nervously. "Oh look at the time I have to go ask Oobleck something about stuff see ya bye!" And with a trail of rose petals she was out the door and gone.
"Ruby Rose, you get right back here this instant!" Weiss ranted. Still, it was no use; Ruby was long gone. "Honestly..." Suddenly, she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her and bodily lift her. "Yang?! Put me down this instant!"
"Mmmmmmmm... nope!" Yang said, popping the P. "We're gonna try this, and then after you wake up you're gonna say I was right." Weiss tried squirming out of her hold, but Yang was a grappler; she could have broken the hold with creative application of Glyphs, but truth be told she didn't mind it all that much.
She would, however, deny it to her dying day if anyone dared speak such nonsense aloud.
After a little bit, they settled down on Weiss's bed - Blake's already being occupied, Yang's being a little awkward to get to, and Ruby's being a deathtrap for more than one person - with Weiss's back pressed against Yang's firm chest. Weiss rolled her eyes and sighed melodramatically, indicating as well as she was able to that she was not amused by this situation and that there would be words later Yang Xiao Long. But... Yang was radiating quite a bit of heat, and it was cold, and she was tired from shivering all night despite the extra blankets...
After a few minutes, Yang looked down to see Weiss asleep in her arms. Fuck yeah! I knew it! Nobody can resist these pillows! If there was a strange note of pride, there should be, as far as Yang knew. Still grinning, she looked up to see Blake watching them from her bed. "You can join in too, Blakey," she offered, grinning widely. Blake just smirked and went back to her book. Undaunted, Yang rested her head on Weiss's pillow and closed her eyes. Mm... Just a few minutes, then I'm gonna go down to the gym..
When Ruby got back, carefully peeking in the door to see if Angry Weiss had given way to Happy Weiss - she much preferred the second one, thank you very much, especially since Happy Weiss didn't shout at her so much and there was a much lower chance of exploding by accident or exploding on purpose or accidentally exploding on purpose - she all but squealed when she saw her big sister sleeping with Weiss in her arms. Blake was on the other bed, engrossed in her book, but looked up when Ruby slipped inside.
"They fell asleep about ten minutes ago," the faunus said quietly. "I didn't want to wake them." Ruby nodded happily and crossed over, flopping onto Blake's bed and curling up next to her. Blake smiled slightly and shifted so that Ruby could lay her head on her stomach. Quietly, she started reading out loud, and was rewarded by Ruby's happy little sigh. She knew the younger girl liked listening to her voice.
And so things go, shifting from volatile to adorable one moment to the next. Who knows what the next hour will bring? Who knows how Weiss will react, waking up to Yang being... well, Yang?
Not us. Definitely not us, as we are zooming out very quickly. The reason? After between one page of her book and the next Gambol Shroud is sitting by Blake's side; she hadn't moved, still softly reading out loud, but despite the safety guaranteed to a narrator there's no reason to take chances, is there?
No... This is an excellent time to retreat. Perhaps go somewhere safer. Like a Beowolf's den.
Y'know... This was intended to be a small little snippet. And yet it somehow made it to 1500 words. Huh.
Anyway, this was my first RWBY fic ever (which was probably why they were all out of character) and it's like a rite of passage or something. I feel proud of me. Go me.
Alright then, people, this is where you come in: I don't mind the short reviews, but if you're gonna review I'd like to have a few things.
A) Did you like the story? Why or why not?
B) Did I capture the 'voice' of the characters well? Which ones? Which ones can I work on?
C) Did the more... freeform narration work well or not?
Thanks! And remember, if you have a prompt you want me to write, go ahead and submit it!
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