Fluff or smut: FLUFF
With love,
Korrupted.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own RWBY or characters.
A/N: Thanks to all of my readers for making this my most popular fic! I kinda love this RWBY quick fic request thing I was doing. To answer a very common question- No, I do not accept requests on my fanfiction account. Only on my tumblr account (hopelesslyshippingthem) and my requests are currently closed.
Also, due to the loss of Monty Oum, I will be honoring him with spending today writing, and making voice clips. I have been working on my RWBY Rock Cinder Fall that I will premier at MCM in May along with one of my girlfriends doing RWBY Rock Ruby. Our other girlfriend will probably be charged with taking pictures that day. Rest well, Monty. We all owe you so much, and I owe you the fact that I never would have met the two people I love with all of my soul if not for RWBY. You will be missed.
A HUGE SHOUT OUT TO ALL OF MY AWESOME TUMBLR FOLLOWERS FOR REQUESTING THESE! All y'all jerks are the most amazing jers around. Love y'all!
On a side note, I also am THAT Cinder Fall voice on tumblr. Yes, I am the person that does all of those Weiss and Cinder clips with the RWBY Trash Squad/Beanie Brigade. If you are going to be at MCM London, you may see me there with my girls. If you do see me, please feel free to come up to me and chat.
shimmerdownmeow asked:
Salutations! I have a quick fic request, please. Freezerburn pre-relationship where it's Weiss's birthday but she received nothing from her family. No presents, no cards, not even a call on her scroll. Yang finds her crying alone and comforts her as best as she can. Weiss hasn't been held like Yang did in so long and starts falling hard for Yang for being the first person to really care about her.
Weiss glanced down at her scroll for the sixth time that minute, knowing that in the past ten seconds, absolutely nothing had changed. There was still no painfully business-like text message or company issued email from her father, no perfectly mock-cheerful Winter giving her the most perfectly composed wishes (no doubt written by one of the company secretaries) in a phone call, nothing. Only silence that glared up at her from the dimly lit screen, and a pain of emptiness that threatened to eat her from the bottom of her hollow heart first before swallowing her whole. The fact that even the precisely timed card from the Schnee Dust Company had failed to arrive spoke volumes about how they were obviously incredibly busy at the company.
Too busy for Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, on her birthday.
It was a lonely feeling to know that your own family was too busy to even manage a call, email, card, or even text message on their own, let alone too busy to be reminded by their hired aides who literally did nothing but reminded them of things that normal people did on their own. The young Schnee took a deep breath in through her nose to try and stave off the tears that were threatening to spill over, stubbornly rubbing at her eyes with her bolero sleeve. It wouldn't do to cry; no one would care anyways. She had trained herself to bury her emotions, mastered the subtle art of masking her true feelings. Honestly, only Blake could truly rival her in skill, and she had learned out of necessity and not political duty.
In a desperate bid to calm herself, Weiss began to think of what her friends had done for her this day, of what her team had gone to great lengths to put into motion. Ruby had somehow gotten permission from Ozpin to take charge of an entire lecture hall, decking it out in banners, confetti, enough balloons to convince the Schnee that the entire room would float off into the ether, and one gigantic pinata that looked as if a Beowolf and the snowflake of the Schnee family crest had an unfortunate, drunken one night stand that may or may not have involved some sort of hallucinogenic drug, and the sweet filled item was the result of that union. Nora had somehow procured dozens of fireworks (all ensured to be weak enough to not cause too much damage by Ren) and smuggled them in for the festivities. Pyrrha and Jaune had both found several foods and drinks that were both delicious and didn't break the rules of the school; no matter how lax they may be. Blake had looked for several doilies that all were the same shade of white as her hair as well as managed to tackle the logistics of where everything went.
And Yang had gotten the biggest, baddest lighting and music systems she could find. Weiss had felt the bass in her spleen, and she had never before known that the useless organ could feel anything!
The pinata had been filled with various kinds of sweets, which of course caused both Ruby and Nora to dive for the goodies the very second it had been broken open by one of Jaune's wild swings. Followed by Ren and Blake both trying to herd the duo away from the items to avoid the unholy sugar rush that would be the terrifying result of said junk food. When the cake had come out, it became apparent to Weiss that it had been a joint effort by all present in the room, and the end result was incredibly telling of the varying degrees of baking skill levels the group collectively possessed.
The parts Pyrrha, Ren, and Blake had done were clearly of good quality, but the white haired teen had never known that the Faunus could bake, let alone decorate a cake. She obviously had much to learn still about her quiet teammate. The part that was Ruby's was absolutely stuffed with strawberries, a bit warped, and slightly questionable in texture. Nora's portion had looked like a mad scientist had gotten a hold of cake and six bottles of various types of sprinkles had exploded over it, the cake itself fluffy and yet somehow slightly chewy. And…. had she used Skittles and Nutella as filling?! Only Nora would have thought of such a bizarre idea; logic and physics had clearly not been invited into the kitchen when Nora had been baking. And then there was…. Yang's part.
The cake was drooping rather sadly, yellow, blues, and whites all over it as if a two year old had been allowed to scribble over the surface with icing, the filling a sweet yet confoundingly tart substance that was somehow a multitude of colors that had previously been unknown to Remnant. She had baked entire Crazy Clarks candy bars into the batter, which defied all laws of nature by protruding out of her section like absurd, chocolatey bricks filled with various nuts. Like Nora, Yang appeared to lose all self-control when someone had made the mistake of trusting her to be alone while using the sprinkles, and a variable rainbow of the things were splattered over the kindergarten Picasso icing job.
It was hands down the most terrifying, disturbing, bizarre, unholy, unprofessional mess of a cake that Weiss had ever had the misfortune of laying eyes on, let alone eating.
And it was also the best thing that anyone had ever done for her before in her life.
As hard as it was to eat at times, no one had ever put that much effort into anything for her themselves, not even a group of people that she only knew for a year. The gifts that were all but showered upon her came next, each showcasing the buyer's personality perfectly.
Ruby gave her a huge box of cookies with a thin layer of lemon frosting (which Weiss would never, ever admit to being her favorite of all the junk food she had consumed during her stay at Beacon), Blake had found a compilation of various books on how to mix dust in different ways to achieve new abilities that worked with glyphs (and had also slipped in a book of more mature nature that the heiress would lie to the pope himself if questioned about loving by using a fake book cover to mask it). Pyrrha had located several helpful guides and scroll videos on sword play that Weiss had not yet seen, as well as tickets to see a band that the ginger happened to be close personal friends of that the small swordswoman adored. Jaune had sewn her a scarf that was the same blue as her jacket on one side and white on the other, Weiss genuinely impressed by his skill.
Ren had found her many kinds of teas and coffees that were rather exotic as well as a few bath soaks to help relieve stress. Nora had given her what appeared to be bombs, small hammers with catapults on the ends, and an ancient torture device that she assured was able to call sloths for help should she need it. Yang had tried to hand-sew plushies of all eight teens, but the attempt had been poorly executed, making for eight dolls with only a few identifiable features, button eyes, and oddly shaped clothing, and the blonde had come away with several stabbed fingers for her efforts.
And yet each and every gift was the most precious of treasures to the lonely girl. Each moment had been something that she would never trade away for all of the riches, or fame in the world. Not for jewels, nor status, nor even to claim the legacy of her family. She would happily give up the company if she had to choose between it and her horribly awkward, botched, and random gifts.
The wonderful party only made the pain of being forsaken by her family that much more unbearable. What was she to her sister? To her father? To be so easily brushed away and forgotten, just what was she aside from another branch in the powerful, and unethical family tree? Weiss set down her scroll, drawing her knees to her chest sadly sat on her bed, the deep longing to be noticed by those she was related to striking her from within her slightly hollow soul. Her friends had made time for her, had thrown together a party for her, had baked a cake that likely would given half the student body diabetes instantly, so why couldn't her family be bothered to even send her a message?
Lower lip trembling, Weiss felt the hot tears prick at the corners of her eyes, blinking up at the ceiling as she desperately tried to control herself. Yet for all of her efforts, it was in vain. Tears flowed down her cheeks at a slow, almost leisurely crawl, burning against her cool, pale skin. Each wet trail felt like a knife, cutting into her mask of indifference until she was quietly sobbing, hiding her face against her knees.
"Hey…. What's wrong?" A soft yet affectionate voice questioned in a motherly tone.
Weiss snapped her eyes up to see the lilac hued brawler standing at the door to the dorm, her lips stained blue, purple, red, and green from the various frostings, a ridiculous amount of sprinkles clinging to her face and hair. The girl looked utterly idiotic, and if not for the pure concern written across her features and the heiress' own sobbing, the smaller girl would have scolded her for looking like such a mess. Instead, she sputtered wordlessly, gesturing at her scroll as she tried to get herself back under control. She was eighteen now, dammit! Why was she bawling like a three year old about this?
A sad expression flitted across Yang's features, the taller teen moving to sit next to her teammate patiently. "Nothing from your folks, huh?"
"N-no. But th-they're busy, I'm s-s-sure." She excused, finally able to form coherent words.
In the space of a breath, Weiss found herself drawn into a firm embrace, her face pressed up against a very sturdy shoulder. She could feel the fighter's hands on her back, one tenderly stroking up and down her spine in a comforting manner. Without even thinking about it, the scarred girl returned the embrace, clutching to Yang tightly; she dug her fingers into the jacket as if the very moment her grip loosened, the blonde would vanish from existence. The heiress could feel the sobs shaking her frame as they bubbled back up, hiding in the safety of the strong teen's arms as she let them come freely.
"Shhhh… Shhh…. It's okay, Weiss. Let it all out, I'm here." Yang murmured to her kindly, ignoring the sprinkles that fell from her face into the bed.
The unrestrained tears soaked the leather jacket as well as the skin below, the tiny frame wracked with the hurt of being second best to the company that she had once had so much faith in until she had been forced to confront the horrible truth of it through Blake. Her friend had been molded into a child militant through the unsavory deeds of her father and grandfather, forced to carry out missions that were dangers and deadly after the White Fang had turned into nothing more than guerrilla fighters that reveled in spilling the blood of those who had once oppressed them. At times, Weiss found it a small wonder that the Faunus had never lost sight of her own morals and convictions in spite of so much pain and misery.
Pain and misery that Weiss' family was responsible for creating.
Slowly, the sobs ceased and were reduced to sniffles, Yang still holding her against her body comfortingly. The taller Huntress had taken to rocking them both gently, humming a nameless tune that seemed to soothe the distraught girl to her very core, a contented sigh escaping her to be lost against the blonde's shoulder. She had never really been one for much affection, never been offered it after her mother passed away while both she and Winter were still very young. When was the last time someone had held her like this? Just to comfort her? It was another jab to her heart that it had been a nurse when she was still a child, because her father had been too busy with his work to care for his children. He had enrolled them into the finest of combat classes, given them all the best things money could buy, but had never given them his love. His affection. He had seen them, but had never given them his attention.
But Yang….
Yang was strong, kind, compassionate. All the things she had envisioned her proverbial knight in shining armor to be, except female, and her tongue was as sharp as her jabs. Not to mention her tactless wit and insufferable puns were painful weapons in their own right. No one could make Weiss test the structural integrity of her own skull with only her palm, the desk top, or a book more times a day than Yang could, and yet she still would fight off the entire world if it were to keep Yang safe. And maybe strangle her afterwards.
The warmth of the more powerful form was causing the heiress to grow drowsy, snuggling deeper into the protective circle of the brawler's arms. She felt so safe, so… loved. It was something that was entirely new to her, and she honestly didn't mind it in the least. Yang was there, and she knew that no matter what, the buxom woman would always be there to help all of them pick up the pieces whenever they needed.
But Weiss could feel her own traitorous heart already wanting more. To allow the strong oaf to smash through the walls in her heart with the same fists that were so eager to pummel Grimm into nothing. Weiss Schnee was falling for Yang Xiao Long, and for some reason, that prospect didn't terrify her, but warmed her lonely heart. As she drift off in the embrace, the scarred heiress nuzzled her face sleepily into the shoulder of the lilac eyed girl, hazily swearing that she felt a reassuring pair of lips kissing the top of her head kindly, chastely as more sprinkles littered both her own hair and her sheets.
Yes, if she was going to fall for someone, it might as well be the infuriating idiot who could always catch her, no matter what.