Hello, there! It's me again! Does anybody else ever see an episode of a show of which they are part of the fandom and end up seeing a really emotionally jarring episode? That was RWBY Volume 3, Chapter 6 for me. That took my feels and broke them like a kneecap. I mean, holy crap, that cliffhanger, tho.
To make myself feel better after three days since seeing the episode, I lazily wrote some fluff to make me feel better because fluff makes me feel better because killing off characters multiple times does not make me feel better and writing fluff makes me feel better. Now I think it made me feel better. Yeah, I feel better.
Here you go, fellow Freezerburners! Some, er, Freezerburn! To make you feel better!
Many times, when Ruby and Blake left the dorm to pursue some interest of theirs or another, Yang and Weiss were stuck with tests and studying.
But this time, it was a break, and Yang sure as hell was not studying over a break. She couldn't really speak for Weiss.
"Weeeeiiiissssss..." Yang whined, laying in the heiress's bed, longing—heh, I crack myself up—to feel Weiss's weight comfortably resting atop her.
"What, Yang..." Weiss grumbled from her spot at her desk, leaning over a textbook.
"Come to beeeeeed..." Yang whimpered, sitting up lethargically and peeking at her girlfriend.
"Yang, no," Weiss denied her brutish blonde beloved her request, "I need to study or I forget, and we all know how nasty I can get when I forget."
Yang sighed, rolling over and pulling Weiss's pillow down, burying her face in it. It smelled like mint and lavender. Yang hadn't been a fan of those scents until she began sharing a bed with Weiss, an act that, while Ruby hadn't minded the act itself, she was against it merely because Yang and Weiss would constantly just talk and giggle long into the night, and she would constantly stay awake, unable to keep her concentration off of the two girls in the bed below.
"Hey, sit up."
Yang pulled her face from the pillow and looked up at Weiss, who was now standing in her nightgown, holding her textbook and a little reading light attached via a clip to the cover.
"Wha...okay," Yang did as she was told, scooting up to the makeshift "headboard" of Weiss's bed, bent in a sitting position.
Weiss climbed into the bed and settled herself so her back was up against Yang's front side, and she held her textbook in front of her, reading light on.
"Why study here?" Yang asked. Not as a complaint, but as a curiosity. "Wouldn't it make more sense to study at the desk?"
"Yeah, but lately, things haven't made so much sense as I'd like them to, so I might as well do the same, right?"
Weiss looked at Yang, who had settled her chin on Weiss's shoulder, and pecked her cheek with her lips.
"And besides, this spot is way more comfortable than that silly wooden chair, anyway."
Yang beamed and looped her arms around Weiss's waist, resting her head on Weiss's back, listening to the steady heartbeat of the girl in her embrace. Weiss settled in, finding the most comfortable position, and let Yang snuggle her as she studied.
"I love you."
Weiss waited for Yang's response, but there wasn't one, and just a second later, Yang let out a long, but light, thin snore. She already fell asleep! Yang must have truly been as tired as she said.
Weiss sighed. Sleep is more important than studying, anyway.
She tossed the book to the foot of her bed after shutting off the reading light and leaned back, Yang's head rising off her back and letting the blonde sit back. Weiss set her head against the two large pillows attached to Yang's chest and adjusted herself, then shut her eyes, and fell asleep after a long, hard day.