This story can and may go in several different directions, which is why I haven't put genres on it yet. If you do not like OCs, then I would highly suggest you leave.
If you dislike overpowered OC's that have no character flaw, then you may want to stay since my OC has several flaws to balance out her strengths, both in character and in battle.
This story is also following an AU where White Rose and Bumbleby have been established, although those two ships may not be present for a while (or at all.)
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Chapter 1 - Arm's Race
"There's not going to be a next time, Blondie!"
Every time I close my eyes, I realize that those words are what started it all. With my own eyes I saw him attack me, and with my own hands I defended myself. It's been months since 'The Fall of Beacon' as everyone's been taking to calling it, and just about the same amount of time since Rubes took off.
The frost and cold weather of winter have already passed, leaving days of radiating sunshine, chirping birds, and the type of weather that should make anyone feel happy and nostalgic.
I wish that could work on me.
Ever since it happened all I ever see is the twisted stare he gave me.
Based on what she's told me, that had to be her old partner. Blake was a little bit off the mark when she said he 'changed'. From a peaceful protester to someone that could disarm me without even a split-second of hesitation, on top of stab his own (former) partner in the abdomen is not a simple 'change'. That's a complete metamorphosis.
Since then it's been a simple, quiet life for me. I help with chores, trying my best to manage with one less limb.
It's a pain in the ass to say the least, am I right? . . . No, I'm a lefty now.
Gotta find something to joke about, right?
I'd rather be the butt of my own jokes at this point. Blake just up and left the moment she knew I was stable. Weiss is here at least - I doubt she wants to go back to Atlas - and my little sis can't accept the fact that there's not always a good ending to every story. I can't blame her for that. Summer taught her of all the good there is in the world. She was Super Mom to say the least.
Ruby's a strong Huntress-in-Training, and a good leader to boot. At the end of the day though, she's still my little sis. At the end of the day she's still too young to shoulder these burdens by herself. Thankfully she's with - what's left of - Team JNPR
"Yang?"
Immediately, my eyes are drawn towards the door to my room. It's approaching the evening on Patch. The easiest way to tell is the orange skies and blinding hue that peeks in through my bedside window. Standing in the doorway, practically glowing from the setting sun is Weiss in her usual combat attire.
"What's up, Ice Queen?" I ask the future heir while I swing the covers off of my legs. If I had to guess, I'd say she's here to tell me that dinner's ready.
"Will you ever stop it with that nickname? I'd like to think I've evolved from that persona." There's a clear rolling of the eyes before she takes a couple of steps into the room.
Well, if she came in then it's not a dinner bell . . . Dust.
"You're never outgrowing 'Ice Queen' as a nickname. Doesn't it make you all fuzzy and nostalgic when I use it?" I ask with a playful tone. Instead of humoring me, she takes a seat at the edge of my bed, directly next to me.
"Yang, your father and I decided to get you a little gift. It's downstairs if you want to take a look at it. I think you should take the chance to try getting back to your old self . . . I promised Ruby that I wouldn't leave without you being in good health. My interpretation of that is 'until she's back on her feet'."
"Weiss, you and Ruby were - are - inseparable. Why didn't you just go with her?" Out of habit I toss my left arm over her shoulder to pull her back until she lets her shoulders touch my lap. It's taken several arguments and failed attempts to get her to settle down like this with me, but finally we're at a point where she doesn't fight me.
"Because she's not just my girlfriend. She's my partner, my leader, my best friend, and my lover. You're not just a person on my team anymore . . . you, Yang Xiao Long," Weiss starts to say. She extends her left hand out, poking me on the tip of my nose for emphasis, "are family."
It's odd. Weiss being so nice to me is something I may never get used to. For the past couple of months she's been the one to help around the house with tasks I couldn't do too effectively. She's made washing plates easier by setting a glyph at my side to help keep it still, or even flip it over. She hasn't exactly 'taken over' my tasks, but she helps save me time with the little things.
Unfortunately, I still have that one spot on my back that I can only reach with my right hand to scratch . . . What I wouldn't give to claw that itch.
"I'm family? Am I getting tossed into that will of yours?" I retort with a snicker.
"Not until you show you're responsible with Schnee funds and privileges." She counters with the typical 'Ice Queen' stare I draw out of her from time to time.
"It'll only take me about a week to get used to it. After I throw up from alcohol poisoning the first time it'd never happen again, I promise." I bite back with a growing smile. It's always fun to start a fight with Weiss, especially when she's laying back like this. It's hard to say, but it's kind of cute.
Not her, definitely not her. I just see the fact that arguing with me while also laying on my lap is a cute concept . . . especially since she'll yell and scream at me without getting up. It's happened a few times already.
"By then you would've drained over half of my family's money. I don't think so. You're missing enough brain cells as is." Weiss attacks back with a look of confidence. She's been getting a little smarter with her comebacks. It does make our arguments a little more fun and playful. Definitely more entertaining than our Beacon days.
"Come on, like carrying me to my room isn't fun! Most people would give an arm to carry me to bed." I grin.
"If that's the case, you can carry yourself. You seem to have made the appropriate sacrifice." Weiss remarks.
She turns her head to lay her cheek on my lap while still looking in my direction. A comment like that is a boundary she would normally never cross, but she's been learning my sense of humor. On top of that, I'd normally punch her in the arm for making a joke like that, but like she said . . . we're family. I can't be mad at her (for long).
"Harsh . . . if only Rubes could've heard that one." I tease.
Before she can offer a counter, I bring my left arm down to wrap around her lower back. With an added kick from both my legs I manage to bring her high enough that I can get a strong enough grip to toss her onto my bed to lay between me and my wall.
"It would be highly appreciated if you didn't throw me onto your bed like a cheap date." Weiss sighs and takes off her heels so I can put them down on the floor for her. "I swear, sometimes your affections make me wonder if I'm just a temporary placeholder for Bl- . . . Sorry."
"You're fine, Weiss . . . I hope she's okay."
Weiss isn't wrong to an extent, I guess. I miss Blake. I miss her a lot to be honest. It took me way too long to get her to say 'yes' to me, and I miss the way she used to scold me. I miss her sarcasm, I miss how quiet she used to be, and I definitely miss her ears!
"She'll be fine, Yang . . . but she has a lot of explaining to do. There's no reason for her to leave us . . . to leave you in this state." Weiss takes a deep breath prior to laying her head on my shoulder.
On instinct I begin to move my right arm to pull her closer, only to be reminded of what's not there while a slight burn of where my fingers would be begins to form. Dad told me it's what some people call 'Phantom Pain'. It's more annoying than it is painful.
"Yang . . . your stump is poking me in the back." Weiss attacks. I'm glad she's finally gotten a sense of humor.
"That hurts . . . if I was a guy during movie night, I'd be offended."
"If you were a guy I would've froze it off."
"Well, I do have one in my bottom drawer . . ."
"Harness-less?"
Weiss' question completely throws me off of my rhythm. I was expecting a remark of disgust or something more . . . fun to see, but the way she asked that has me very confused.
"Umm . . . it can be?" I ask more than say.
"I'll keep that in mind." Weiss sighs after answering me in a completely nonchalant way.
Wait, is she saying she may want to use it? . . . I wonder.
"Weiss . . . are you pent up?" I ask outright instead of beating around the bush.
"I'll admit that after my . . . times with Ruby I-"
"You mean after you two fucked a bit." I say while using my left hand to tell her to continue.
". . . A little too blunt . . . but yes. I can say that it's been a mild distraction to well . . . not have her company after a couple of months . . . and I'm not well-versed in ummm . . . self-satisfaction. Especially whe-"
"Time out, Ice Queen." I begin to try making a T with my hands, reminded again that I'm missing an arm . . . It's moments like these that piss me off. "So you've 'been' with my sis, but you never took time to . . ." I flip my left hand palm-side up and start to curl my middle and ring fingers in a very suggestive motion, ". . . take care of yourself?"
"No, Yang . . . I've never tried, and I'm not going to start in someone else's house! It's-"
"But you were just asking about my dildo . . ."
"As a last resort!"
"So you'd use a dildo instead of your own fingers?"
"I- It wasn't- You- . . . It's lonely without her in my arms, Yang. I wasn't really going to use it, but I . . . just knowing there's an option? I don't know what I was thinking . . . I'm sure you can understand the feeling of not being able to hold someone in your arms . . . I mean . . ."
"You mean 'arm', and I get it, Weiss. I mean, I have the thing for a reason. If anything-"
"Yang, Weiss! Dinner's ready." Dad's voice calls out from downstairs.
"Coming!" The two of us shout in perfect unison.
"Look, we can talk about this a little later, alright? Don't shy from the conversation later, either."
Weiss gives me a glare that practically curses me out for knowing her habits already. She's dropped a subject or two on me a few times already and she knows I hate that.
I work on sliding my legs off of the bed so I can stand. Once I'm up I keep my hand extended to help tug Weiss away from the corner of my bed so she can stand up without having to constantly shuffle around.
When she's able to get her feet on the floor I help line up her heels by using my feet to slide them into place. The moment I see both heels slip on and I see her finish securing them I give a firm tug to her arm to get her upright.
"Do we need to have this conversation, Yang?" Weiss asks while she leads the way out of my room and towards the steps.
"Yes, actually . . . I think you need to get it off your chest."
. . . That, and it'll give us something interesting to talk about. Who wouldn't want to talk about sex!?
"I'm not looking forward to it." Weiss lets out a frustrated groan before the two of us start to descend the steps.
"Patch a bit too boring for you, Snow Angel?"
The familiar voice and nickname for Weiss makes me immediately turn my eyes towards the dining room table that's slightly in view from where I am on the staircase. It's not that surprising when I see a familiar woman with orange hair and spotted cat ears that I pretty much hop over the handrail so I can get by Weiss to say hello.
"Hito! What are you doing here? Aren't you competing? Congrats on the wins." I say while walking towards her.
As usual she has her hair covering her right eye; the same eye she uses for the more powerful portions of her semblance. She offers her usual toothy grin before she slides to her feet to toss her right arm over my shoulder while I move my left arm around her back.
"I was kicking ass a little too fast. They told me to take a few days off to let some more brackets get set up. I'm sittin' pretty for now." She explains.
Ever since The Fall of Beacon, many of the Vale residents took refuge in Patch. After a month and a half a portion of Patch became very popular for fighters to come. Hito, being the type of person she is, decided to make her way there and taunt some of the fighters until it slowly began to spread that she'll fight any and all for some lien.
Within weeks after that, several different divisions of fighters were established. It started off as people with the same type of fighting style, then it changed to weight classes, and now it's simply settled on a ladder system where Shun currently sits at the top of . . . although the one rule that's agreed on is no Huntsman or Huntresses are allowed in their brackets for the sole reason that being a Huntsman in itself means your abilities are sub-human. It would turn the small division into something far from what people intend.
"Nice to see you, Shun." Weiss says after taking her time with getting downstairs.
"Good to see ya, Snow Angel. So, mind if I crash the dinner party? Your dad already told me to pull up a chair." She says, already knowing I won't offer any arguments, and Weiss is unlikely to as well.
"I don't see why not." Weiss answers first.
"Cool. Also, glad to see you're finally gonna get back into boxing." Hito says while letting go of me. Her toothy grin changed to an authentic smile, but I have no idea what she's talking about.
"What are you getting at? I haven't practiced in a while." I explain.
"But . . . what about the fancy new arm in your living room?"
