A/N: Written for monochrome week day 3: wedding; features Greekfire because Pyrrha deserves happiness
Weiss awoke with a start, abruptly shaken from her nap by a gentle hand on her shoulder. Pyrrha Nikos, her friend and client, gave a small chuckle at her reaction. "I thought I hired you to plan my wedding, not sleep on the job."
"I apologize, Pyrrha, I didn't mean to-
Pyrrha put up a hand to silence her friend and gave her a small smile. "Don't worry, Weiss. You deserve a break after working so hard all these months. Between our hectic schedules and finding time to meet up with Yang, we've had our hands full. Not to mention trying to keep the press off our backs what with how high profile this wedding is."
Weiss sighed and glanced around at the chosen venue. After months of debate, the brides decided to settle on a compromise on the location for the reception and honeymoon. While the former would be held in Sanctum, the couple would be traveling to Patch for the latter to ensure that both families would be represented and satisfied.
Weiss was just pleased that there were no other major complications that arose during the planning. She was about to express as much to the bride-to-be when the door suddenly burst open, and her fiancée entered, followed closely by an unfamiliar raven-haired woman with a camera around her neck.
"Pyrrha!" The boisterous blonde exclaimed, quickly rushing to pick up her betrothed and spinning her around. They rested their foreheads together, looking into each other's eyes, and-
"Ahem." Weiss was surprised that the interruption didn't come from her and turned to glance at the unfamiliar woman. She was quietly pleased to find that her irritation at the public displays of affection were shared, judging from the slight twitch of her ears. Yang didn't seem deterred in the slightest, sliding an arm around Pyrrha's waist and smirking.
"Can I not be cute with my wife-to-be? Come on, how are you gonna take pictures if you aren't ready for a little PDA, Blake?" Blake's narrowed eyes and crossed arms expressed her disapproval, but there was a small smile on her lips nonetheless.
"You just said that I was supposed to meet up with the wedding planner, so I don't have to subject myself to your company any longer than necessary." She shifted her attention to Weiss and held out her hand. Weiss took it and just realized how piercing that amber gaze was.
"Perhaps you two can discuss things here while Yang and I catch up." Weiss noticed an unfamiliar glint in Pyrrha's eyes as this was said, but Yang's none too subtle wink left no doubt in the wedding planner's mind about what was truly intended by the brides-to-be. She internally sighed; honestly she was just too busy for a relationship, but the schemers in front of her had other ideas it seemed. They left then, leaving Weiss and Blake alone.
"Can you believe them?" Weiss huffed. She heard a breath of laughter next to her and turned to see the Faunus fiddling with her camera. With no other distractions, she suddenly realized how attractive the woman was and quickly looked away. This was just a professional partnership, nothing more. She pulled out her binder with the wedding notes and donned her professional mask. "Shall we begin?"
Hours later, the two had just finished exchanging another story about the wives-to-be when Weiss took a cursory glance at her watch and realized how late it had gotten. They hadn't taken long to iron out the final details of the wedding, and Weiss had found Blake's company welcoming. It was a nice change from her regular dealings with clients, and it had been a while since she met anyone new.
Internally cursing her luck, she stood up and was about to give her customary greeting when she saw Blake reach into her bag. She paused, wondering if Blake had forgotten something for the wedding. Both of her eyebrows raised when Blake pulled out a notepad and began writing something down. Surely she hadn't been so lax in her notes that the photographer would have to give her tips!
Opening her mouth to protest, she hesitated when Blake finished writing and tore the page out. She glanced at it, noticing a scroll number written on it. She pulled out the Faunus' business card that she had been given earlier, wondering why she would rewrite her number. Surely the Faunus had qualms about beginning a relationship with another professional…
"This is my personal number." Blake smirked, and leaned in close enough to whisper to Weiss.
…Apparently not, and Weiss couldn't be happier to be wrong.
A/N: I was considering something else for this prompt, but this was originally written on Valentine's Day. This marks several years since Pyrrha's death. On that somber note, I thank you for reading.