Pyrrha Reacts to Yuletide Dances!

A/N: Welcome, one and all, to another disbelief-stretching chapter of Weiss Reacts! Now, those of you wondering what brought this about? Well, I've been recently obsessed with, of course, the delightful song 'Dream Come True' from the Volume 2 soundtrack. I also quite like Pyrrha (being an FE fan, she very much gives off Cordelia vibes to me). I'm also a comedy writer, although how funny I am is pretty obvious (i.e. not very). I decided to combine all those factors to….well….I dunno how to describe it, but it's a….thing.

Let's get started!

DISCLAIMER: RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth, otherwise Dream Come True would be Pyrrha's theme, even when she fights Grimm. (Closest thing to an image song she gets, anyway.)

All mentioned franchises and characters belong to their respective owners.

"Whoa." Jaune blinked, taking in everything breathlessly as he beheld his teammate Pyrrha.

He never realised how beautiful she looked in a dress before, especially against the night sky over Beacon, as they were alone on the roof at last, far from the prying eyes of others.

Her crimson hair was loose around her shoulders, falling as a curtain behind her head, shimmering in the light of the moon. Her normally calm face was flushed red, her cool green eyes regarding him with confidence, despite the struggles she'd gone through to force herself to face her feelings. The boy had never realised before, too, how perfect her body was.

Her black dress, glittering with silver specks, clung tightly to her figure, emphasising everything that might be loved. It was clear that her figure was a mixture of lean muscle and curves from just appearance, and though the school idolised the likes of Winter and Yang, Jaune could see Pyrrha was no slouch herself in that arena.

Indeed, tonight, even among the brilliant stars, she was the most breathtakingly beautiful thing he could see.

"H-hi." Jaune sputtered out, blushing. "P-Pyrrha, you look…..n-nice."
"Thank you." The spearmaiden responded with a calm smile. "Would you…..like to dance?"
"….I-I'd be honoured!" Jaune responded, offering her his hand.

Pyrrha felt her heart flutter at his affirmative response. She took his hand softly.

"H-hey. Listen." Jaune started, sounding unsure of himself. His face was rouged, as if what he was about to say was too private for anyone to hear. "I….I-I've been thinking."
"Yes?"

"A-about you and me….." The knight confessed, trying to avert her gaze. "I…..I think…"

The anticipation was too much to bear for the spearmaiden. She gave him a hopeful look. "You think?"
"I think….WE SHOULD HAVE PANCAKES!"

Pyrrha yelped, waking up from her dream to face Nora, her face being barely a hair's breadth from her own.

"PAAAAANCAKES!" The berserker yelled, pulling back and shoving a plate of freshly made pancakes in front of the spearmaiden. "Come on, wakey wakey, get up, get up!"

"…..thank you, Nora, but maybe later." The spearmaiden sighed. Nora frowned.

"Awww…..I made a lot of them, though." Nora complained, but left her alone. Pyrrha rubbed her eyes, getting up from her bed. Ren looked up from the dorm's desk, giving her a concerned frown.

"You had your Jaune dream again, didn't you?" The gunslinger inquired. Pyrrha stared at him.

"H-how did you-"
"I heard you talking in your sleep." Ren explained. "…you know this isn't a healthy situation, right? You can't be pining for him forever. Either move on or make him notice you."

"….I know." Pyrrha sighed, shaking her head. "I know. But….but at least I have one more year to make it happen, Ren.

I know I'll do it."

"…..for the sake of the readers, I hope it does." Ren muttered drily before returning to his work.

"On the topic of Jaune…..do you know where he is?" Pyrrha inquired.

"He went down to the cafeteria to escape my girlfriend." The gunslinger replied without missing a beat.

Nora pouted. "Meanie. None of you appreciate the magic of pancakes! The Great Sloth in the Sky would be disappointed!"

The spearmaiden strolled over to the dorm's pantry and pulled out a simple pair of granola bars for breakfast, stuffing them in her uniform's coat pocket before grabbing her towel to head into the shower.

She intended to first make herself presentable, then head down to the cafeteria to talk with Jaune.

'I've put up with it for three years.' The spearmaiden resolved. 'No more.

Jaune will notice me, for good or for worse. If he loves me, or if he doesn't…..it doesn't matter. I just….I just want to know if I had any chance with him….or if I was-no, Nikos, quit thinking like that. We haven't even tried!

We have to at least try. The question, therefore, is how do we get him to notice me?'

Cafeteria

It was that very question Pyrrha was left to ponder as she sat beside team RWBY. Blake sighed exasperatedly.

"I'm going to have to buy a new suit, and quickly." The catgirl complained, glaring at the brawler sitting next to the spearmaiden. "Thanks to a certain someone."

"In my defence, I thought your shirts would fit. Not my fault they're tight around the chest!" Yang replied.

Weiss grumbled. "You managed to destroy the whole suit. Not just the blazer."
"I'm not that good at cleaning up messes!"
"…..why do you need a suit on such short notice?" Pyrrha inquired, frowning. "Can't you just order it for a week?"
Ruby tilted her head. "You haven't heard, Pyrrha?"
"What haven't I heard about?"
"You know, the Yuletide Dance! The one in a week!" The reaper explained. "You know, one of the big celebrations of Yuletide? Along with the school plays and the Yuletide Feast?"

"Oh. How did I forget?" The spearmaiden looked a little confused. "My apologies. It was a silly mistake."

Blake shrugged. "Anyway, what plans do you guys have?"

"I'm going with the bestest, most cutest girlfriend ever!" Ruby replied cheerfully, hugging Weiss to her side. The heiress blushed, shuddering.

"Y-you don't have to sound so enthusiastic, y-you know…."

"You, Blakey?" Yang inquired.

"I….actually plan on missing it out." The catgirl admitted. "There's nobody in particular I would like to go with, and I'd much rather work on my next project.

Norn can go in my place."
"Aw." The brawler frowned. "I thought you and I could do a little dancing. I mean, you look hot in a suit~"
Blake looked away. "D-do you always have to be so flirty?"

"It's in the blood~ Us Xiao Longs are in love with love~"

Ruby chuckled, before turning to Pyrrha. "And you, Pyrrha. Do you have any plans?"

"…not in….particular." The spearmaiden replied, looking down at her hands.

Yang sighed. "You're looking to go with Jaune, aren't you."
"I didn't say that." Pyrrha responded with a little more force than entirely necessary.

Weiss shook her head. "…..you'll never get that thick-headed dunce to notice you. You've been trying to three years and he hardly appreciates the girl you are-"

"It could happen! Give the girl a little faith, Weiss!" The brawler protested. "After all, they do say 'never give up', right?"

"Hey, guys." As if on cue, Jaune decided to sit next to Pyrrha at that exact moment. He gave Pyrrha a small smile, nodding to her. "Hey, Pyrrha."
"Hello…."

Ruby plucked a cookie from her plate and took a bite from it, before turning to Jaune. "We were just talking about how Pyrrha might want to ask you out for the dance."
"N-no, I didn't say anything like that!" The spearmaiden cried, blushing.

"Oh?" Jaune blinked. "Why would she want to do that?"

Weiss stared at him, as if to say 'Are you seriously that stupid?', but thought better of it. Her irritation was better saved for other people.

"Well, I thought, if you were free…..and if you wanted to…..you know, be with a friend…." Pyrrha explained, struggling slightly. "I-In the dance, as a friend. Just as….friends."

It wasn't in her character to be unconfident and uncertain of herself, but with matters like this, her warrior instincts were irrelevant.

"…..oh, well, I-"
"I, too, would like to come with you as a friend to the dance, Mister Jaune."

Winter sat next to the knight, smiling her usual lady-like smile. She nodded to Weiss, who nodded back, while watching the situation as it escalated.

'…..of all the things to throw at me now, it had to be Winter Schnee.' Pyrrha noted bitterly.

Jaune blushed slightly. "O-oh! Well, um…."

Ruby chuckled. "It's going to be like in those romance anime, where the two girls always pull on the boy's arms and stuff!"
"I doubt I would be playing tug-of-war with Mister Jaune's arms if I were in…love….with him." Winter tilted her head curiously, hesitating just that little bit at the mention of feelings for the knight. "I don't see how that would be romantic, as unfamiliar as I am with the customs of commoners sometimes."
"Neither do I." Pyrrha interjected. "…well, if….you would prefer to go with Winter, that's…..okay, I suppose…."

"No, no, if you wish to go with Miss Nikos…..I would be happy to oblige." Winter offered.

Suddenly, a loud clap sounded under the table, and Yang winced, clasping her knee. "Ow! Ow, ow, banged my knee, literal knee-jerk reaction, oooowwww…."

"Well done, you oaf." Weiss remarked irritably. "Nearly knocked off all our food at once, too."

Blake sighed. "Oh, here we go with the politeness judo."
Jaune looked up, looking around between the spearmaiden and the lady, before nodding. "I'm actually going to go get some fresh air. I'll see you guys, alright?"

With that, the knight vacated the table. The moment he was out of earshot, Yang stood up too.

"I'm going to go check on something. See ya. Pyrrha, hope you're feeling okay."

"Thank you." The spearmaiden nodded to her as the brawler walked off.

Moments after Yang had disappeared from the cafeteria, Pyrrha stood up too, nodding to everyone.

"Well, I must get something done myself, so if you will excuse me, I too must leave."

Ruby chuckled. "That's a lot of people leaving at once. Is there something in the food?"

"I would hope not." Winter replied. "Until later, Miss Nikos."

With a curt nod in response, the spearmaiden vacated the cafeteria.

Beacon Courtyard….

Pyrrha strolled to an area where she could sit on a bench, making sure to look around for any of the telltale button cameras or other signs that the Antic Order was watching, or indeed for anyone she knew, nearby.

'Alright. Nobody's around. Thank Dust.' The spearmaiden sighed in relief as she sat down at a bench, and pulled out the book Yang had slipped her when she'd bumped her knee under the table.

"…..Make Him Fall For You In A Fortnight….." Pyrrha enunciated, reading the title of the self-help book she'd been given, before her expression changed to one of indignance. "What the…..I'm not nearly that desperate!

…although…..perhaps…..no, no, Pyrrha, you can't succumb. This book is….gah. I need anything I can get if it will help me confess to Jaune."

The spearmaiden swallowed her pride, closed her eyes, and opened the book slowly. What she found was entirely curious.

It was a small note, written in what Pyrrha recognised as Yang's handwriting.

Meet me at RWBY dorm, five o'clock. Ruby and Weiss'll be out in town, Blakey'll be busy. It'll just be me. No cameras. No recorders.

Feel free to keep the book. For a crappy one-off joke, it's got some pretty good advice.

-Love, Yang

"…what kind of…is Yang trying to….help me?" The spearmaiden tilted her head. "I'm…..not sure whether I should employ her help, but…..if Yang can do something, then maybe I should…..

No, enough being unsure of yourself. We're going to check it out, and talk with Yang, and see what insights she has on this problem!" Pyrrha resolved, clenching her fist. "Yes, I'll do that.

But….maybe it can't hurt just to read this book. Just a little. It can't be that bad, right?"

…..

Meanwhile, near JNPR dorm….

Jaune sighed, walking back to the dorm with his hands in his pockets.

"…..that was close, I-"
"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Suddenly, Yang slammed Jaune against the wall, pulling him up by the collar. The knight's eyes widened in fear.

"Hey!" Jaune cried. "What's wrong with you?!"
"What's wrong with YOU?!"" Yang snapped angrily.

The knight stared at her. "Huh? What do you mea-"

"Are you blind?!" The brawler interjected savagely. "Pyrrha, you idiot! Pyrrha!"

"…..what-"

"Pyrrha! You know, nice girl, badass, your teammate, always there for you, the girl who basically looks like a freaking supermodel?! HER!"

Jaune held up a finger. "Now, wait-"
The brawler slapped him thrice, interrupting him. Thankfully, she was neither using her full strength, nor was she using her gauntlets, or it would be far more than a slap indeed.

"SHE'S INTO YOU! WHY DON'T YOU SEE IT?!" Yang roared irritably, managing to channel Weiss. "WAKE! UP! Get it into your thick skull that Pyrrha Nikos is in love with you! She's been trying to get you to notice her for the last three years!

At least try to-"
"I KNOW, Yang! I know she's in love with me! I know!" Jaune snapped, glaring at her. "Do you think I'm stupid?!

Of course I knew! I'm not dense, Yang!"

"THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU EVER SAY ANYTHING?!" Yang retorted. "She's literally been pining for you! What the hell do you think you're playing at?!"

"….look." The knight sighed deeply, suddenly looking far more regretful. "…..put me down. Put me down and I'll explain.

It's a long story."

To be continued…..

A/N: Oh my. Well. That was a twist. More next time!

So, I hope you enjoyed that, leave your ideas, comments, suggestions, criticisms, thoughts and reviews, and I hope you have a GREAT day! Until next time!