The Weiss Reacts Second Christmas Special!

A/N: Welcome, one and all, to a very special chapter of Weiss Reacts! One question for you all before I start.

so gais did u liek de last chapter ending lolololololol

I kid, I kid. But man, did I NOT expect such a strong reaction to Winter, Pyrrha, or Jaune doing that. I'll have to keep that in mind when I screw with Bumblebee *grins at shippers*. On a serious note, I DID consider doing Winter/Jaune, if only to watch the aneurysms the Arkos clan would get, but I figured it wouldn't work for the story I wanted to tell, so sorry about that. Anyway, let's quit talking and start spinning about the very late Christmas chapter I just posted and wrote, ironically, on my way BACK from Christmas holidays, on a plane! I WILL attempt to take some inspiration from the Anniversary Special of our other fic, Lucina Reacts, so I do apologise for the new style and to any readers of the latter if I failed to do it twice.

DISCLAIMER: RWBY belongs to Rooster Teeth, otherwise I will have called Cinder actually being a good guy.

All mentioned franchises and characters belong to their respective owners.

The Winter Is Not Always Lonely

"Three cheers for the Yuletide Queen!"

"Woo!"

Today was the Yuletide party before everyone went off on their holiday trips to wherever. Of course, there was a Yuletide Queen and Yuletide King, as there always tended to be at such parties. Thankfully, unlike certain such events, there was no drama around who had voted who into being King or Queen, and so the exercise was purely fun.

"Three cheers for Nora Valkyrie!"

"I'm the queen of the castle! I'm the queen of the castle!" Nora cried joyfully as the crowd raised her above their heads, a hastily-made crown perched on her head. Ren chuckled softly, leaning against a nearby column. "Woohooohohohoohohohohoo!"

The remaining staff simply smiled and clapped. Most of them had retired to their chambers for the night- as Beacon was home to many various objects that needed protection of all kinds, there was no leaving for most of the more able teachers such as the lovely Professor Goodwitch and Fall.

Among the crowd of laughing students, some were content to smile and clap.

Winter smiled, leaning against the punch table, resting her chest on her left arm and clasping a round glass of punch in her right hand, wearing a simple white dress for the occasion. She nodded, chuckling to herself as she watched the shenanigans go on.

"Miss Valkyrie seems to be enjoying herself." The lady noted, smiling.

Winter sighed. Perhaps it was uncalled for, but her heart really wasn't in it today. She felt like retreating to her chambers for tonight. Exactly as she'd felt for the last couple of nights, really.

She hadn't spoken to Jaune or Pyrrha in a week.

'They won't mind if I take an early night.' Winter mused to herself. 'Rather, they won't notice.'

The lady shook her head and raised her glass to Nora's honour, nodding with a smile before finishing it, placing the glass down and turning to leave.

"Heeeeeey, leaving so soon?"
Winter turned to face Yang, who was suddenly leaning next to her. She herself was in a fiery-red dress, with a glass of punch in her own hand, smiling at the lady.

"What's your hurry, huh?" Yang inquired, smirking. "You got somewhere to go?"
"I would like to have an early night tonight." Winter responded coolly. "It is nothing, really."
"…you know, you've been a lot less….Winter-y lately." The lady noted. "You sure everything's alright on your end?"

"I am certain." Winter responded hastily, turning away from Yang. "Now, if you will allow me to excuse myself-"

Suddenly, however, she was turned around and grabbed by the arm. Winter's gaze shot to Yang.

"…..you've been crying." The brawler noted, looking at the telltale trails where tears had fallen on the lady's cheeks. "…you know, you're good at hiding your emotions, with that lady's composure thing and all, but you can't hide it from me.

Think of it as an older sister's intuition. Now, what's wrong, Winter? If Weiss hasn't blabbed about it, that means you didn't even want to tell her."

"I didn't want to worry her." The lady explained. "Weiss has her own concerns, and this is….mine."

"You know, a rather awesome anime taught me a rather nice tip that nobody seems to ever follow in stories like this." Yang thought carefully, tapping her chin before snapping her fingers. "Oh, that's right. If you're troubled, talk to someone!

Now quit beating about the bush. What's wrong, Winter?"

The lady sighed. "…you wouldn't understand. It's just…I feel lonely."
"You're lonely? Could've fooled me, what with your fan club." Yang mused. "And again, you have Weiss. How are you lonely?"

Winter shrugged. "Perhaps it is…..hard for me to accept I am alone, Miss Xiao Long.

I doubt you have ever had that feeling, when someone you want to be with simply...doesn't reciprocate. You cannot blame them, and you cannot call them on it, for they have done you no wrong. They have done you no wrong, and yet you feel as if they have wounded you grievously. Have you ever been hurt like that?"
"…not that I'm…aware." Yang shook her head slowly, tilting her head.

'…..no way. I mean, Jaune and Pyrrha can't be that obvious, and there's no way she saw them that night. I would've seen her leave the hall with me, wouldn't I? Nah, it's probably something else.

I'll do my best, I suppose.'

"It's not a feeling I have ever had to deal with, and so I must try to deal with it as I have dealt with everything else." Winter declared lightly, closing her eyes and sighing. "I must, as they say, keep a stiff upper lip-"
"Dear, please, don't."

"Huh?"
Yang drew her into a tight hug, startling Winter. "Huh?"
"Honey, I know. Don't even get me started. Just…this isn't the kind of thing you just shove under the rug. You have to say something." The brawler suggested. "You know? That feeling isn't going to leave if you sweep it away. You need to deal with it."
"I have dealt with problems the same way in the past." Winter reminded her calmly, but coldly. "I dealt with not growing up with my younger sister that way, and I dealt with losing my mother when she left that way."
"And you can't just repress those kinds of feelings, Winter!" Yang snapped in response. "Stiff upper lip my backside, Winter.

Listen to me. You're going to talk it out with the person you wanted to be with. You're going to settle this. You're going to get closure. You're not going to repress it. You understand me? And if you want to talk about it some more, I'm here."

"…you would do that, for me?"
"You might be my rival for fans, but I'm not petty enough to let you go down like this." The brawler reminded her, squeezing her before relinquishing her from the hug and patting her on the shoulder. "Just….I hope whatever your problem is, it'll be gone soon. I don't like seeing you like this.

Have a nice Yuletide, Winter."

Yang nodded to her, before taking one last gulp of her punch and walking off.

Winter sighed deeply, nodding slowly and looking towards the hall's windows, thinking.

"…you have a point, Miss Xiao Long." She nodded, closing her eyes. "…but…..it'll take me a while, before I can muster the courage to face the reality of my feelings for Jaune and talk to him about it.

But." She smiled lightly to herself. "….I suppose I have….neglected those I can rely on. I….should talk with Weiss more, yes. And Miss Xiao Long.

For her reputation….she really isn't that bad."

Snuggles

"It's coooooold."

"Ruby. Let me have some."
"It's cooooold!"

"Ugh. You are such a dunce sometimes, you know that?"

Weiss and Ruby were currently snuggled up together in a blanket in the master bedroom of one of the Schnee vacation homes the family had acquired. Downstairs, the Xiao Long-Rose-Schnee combined families were gathered, eating dinner and generally talking about their time together at Beacon. Yang had decided to hang out in the nearby town, doing whatever Yang did in her spare time, and Winter had decided to accompany her to the town with Elsa, their erstwhile clone-sister, leaving Weiss and Ruby the upper floor to themselves.

They were currently attempting to share a rather comfortable blanket. It was made from the finest Mistralian fabric and stuffed with the best Valian cotton, so it was rather warm.

The problem was the blanket was rather too small for both Weiss and Ruby to fit. It was a perfect fit for the rather petite heiress and her light frame, but Ruby, with her height and her slightly larger frame, could just about slot in. However, both of them couldn't fit in.

"Ruuuuby, it's too cold for you to be doing this!" Weiss complained, trying to wrench the blanket from the reaper. "The blanket's too small for both of us."

"But I'm coooooold tooooooo!" Ruby complained. "It's way too cold not to share the blanket!"
"You're big and you have more mass to keep yourself warm with, you're fine!"
"You're small and all icy and cold! You can take the cold!"
"Not true, Ruby! Not true!" Weiss declared petulantly, frowning. "I freeze just as easily as you do."

"….I know." Ruby snapped her fingers, before wrapping her arms around Weiss. "Snuggle with me."
"Waaaah! Ruby! W-what are you-"
"Snuggle with me! Then we can share body heat!"
"That's not how it….." The heiress sighed, and allowed herself to be snuggled by the reaper.

Ruby was warm.

The heiress slotted herself into her arms, pressing herself close to her core. She'd never really appreciated how warm she was, and how firm she was; though, despite being taller than Weiss, Ruby still looked relatively waifish, the reaper still had muscles in all the right places. Her arms were tough, from carrying the weight of Crescent Rose constantly, and her legs, too, tough from bearing the stress of her Semblance. Her mind, too, despite it all was tougher than any gave her credit for; despite stress that no person had the right to suffer, despite losing her mother, despite facing losing Weiss to her grandfather, despite facing a monster that had struck fear into the hearts of hardened Hunters, she remained as cheerful and Ruby-ish as ever.

Everything about Ruby was tough, like silk hiding steel. Or, in this case, a rather childish and adorable front hiding a firm, steely and strongly optimistic mind.

Weiss envied that a little, in a way. She felt she wasn't anything like that. She was physically weak; though she possessed unrivalled speed, she was nowhere near as strong as Ruby when it came to a physical feat, relying on her Dust and Semblance to fight. Her psyche had taken a battering time and time again, especially when it came to her grandfather, and it was at times like these that she wondered if it was possible to survive such things. Time and time again, her friends and her family had pulled her out of it. But Ruby did more than that.

She helped her stay anchored. Her friends and family could help her from the dark places. Ruby could keep her away from them.

The Grimmfather had helped her to realise it, in its own way, when it showed her worst fears to her in an attempt to drive her to despair. She was loathe to lose her loved ones; she would mourn losing Winter, her mother and father, and her friends; she'd even admit that losing Yang would be a terrible blow, no matter how much she insulted the perverted Huntress.

But if she ever lost Ruby, if the reaper ever left her life, she would shut down.

She knew it was crazy. She was some girl she'd barely known three years ago, some girl she'd met in high school and she knew the chances of this being just a schoolgirl crush were high, but she wanted that chance to be wrong. No, she knew it was wrong. A schoolgirl crush wouldn't be the product of living through so much with Ruby.

A schoolgirl crush wouldn't turn Weiss into what she'd become when she'd been shown a simple illusion of losing her; it wouldn't turn her into a desperate, lifeless husk, who cared not whether she lived or died.

No, this was real. Her feelings for Ruby were real. The cynics were all wrong.

This was real.

It chilled the heiress to the core to think of what would happen if she ever lost Ruby for real. She hoped she'd never have to live through that.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she remembered who was lying next to her, right now, her arms wrapped around her and hugging her tightly.

"Weiss? You were crying for a second." Ruby inquired concernedly. "Is there something wrong?"

"….nothing." The heiress sniffled, blinking the tears she hadn't realised she'd wept from her eyes. "I'm just…I'm just happy I have you."

"D'awww…." The reaper giggled, planting a kiss in her girlfriend's hair. "Thanks. I love you too, Weiss.

Don't cry, alright? I'm right here. I promise. I'm not leaving you any time soon."

"…..tch." Weiss sighed deepily, pressing herself deeper into Ruby's embrace. "You're such a romantic dunce, you know.

Don't ever stop."

Minutes later, Weiss and Ruby had fallen asleep in each other's embrace, much to Yang's amusement when she found them in the bedroom as she'd gone up with a toolbox to fix the heating.

"…heheheh. What a bunch of adorable dorks." Yang remarked, whipping out her phone. "…..and this is so going on Dustbook.

I think I'll call it….Snuggles. Yes. That'll be it. Snuggles. That's a good caption. Good job, me.

They just look so peaceful like that. I can't even bring myself to make a perverted joke about it."

The brawler sighed, shaking her head and walking out of the room. Perhaps the heater repairs could wait until tomorrow.

She didn't want to disturb the happy couple, after all.

The Knight's Errands

Jaune lay in bed, thinking on what had happened. He tried to block out the noise of music from the floor below, as his rather rambunctious father celebrated the coming of the New Year.

It was nearing the end of the Yuletide holidays, and he still hadn't forgotten what had happened weeks before.

He had done it. He had confessed his feelings for Pyrrha. He'd sorted his feelings out, and finally gave her a promise that he would do his damnedest to be someone worthy of her.

Winter, it had occurred to him, would warrant a talking to, but she'd seemed to want to avoid him for the weeks leading up to the end of the term. He had decided to talk to her when he saw her again in a few days, when everyone went back to Beacon.

He sighed.

'….I can't stop thinking about it.' The knight wondered to himself, groaning. '….why can't I just…..do it?

I know I like Pyrrha, I know she likes me….why can't I just…..take the dive?'

Pyrrha was more than he could ever be. He was the lesser son of a family of heroes, she was a hero before she'd even left Mistral. He was a laughingstock at best, with nobody short of his close friends taking him seriously, she barely took a glance before people declared her some sort of prodigy who needed no help to be taken as a true Huntress.

She was everything he wasn't. She could have anyone she wanted. And yet she chose him.

Jaune Arc, the failure of a Hunter. Jaune Arc, the boy who wasn't anything like the legendary Anton Arc, his grandfather, nor as famed for sheer manliness as his father Andreas, or as skilled as his uncle Alexander. Jaune Arc, the boy who, until months ago, didn't even have a Semblance that was worth anything in a fight, who could barely fight himself, whose only major victory was a mere fluke and a stroke of luck.

Why him? It was something he had to wrap his head around.

He didn't mind if Pyrrha chose anyone else. Pyrrha had the right to; she was her own person, and he had no right to act entitled to her. He would rather die than end up as one of those scumbags who acted entitled to the love of someone for being their only friend or being nice to them. He lacked strength, but he had his integrity, after all.

Or did he really, truly, not care if Pyrrha decided that she didn't want him anymore?

'If that's true….then why do I care so much? Why am I….why do I have to give myself reasons to not care if she's…..with someone else?'

They said love was unselfish. That part was true. Jaune, at some level, really didn't mind if he eventually lost Pyrrha to someone else. She could be with who she chose, after all, whether she had her mind truly set on him or not.

But he couldn't help it. He had to give himself a fighting chance.

No, he was sure Pyrrha really did choose him. What he wasn't sure of was being her equal. That was no relationship, to have a superior and an inferior. He wanted to be her equal, to stand with her rather than beneath her. He wanted to be strong, like her.

He wanted to be able to fight his own battles, so that one day when she needed someone to fight for her, he didn't need to stay at the sidelines. He wanted to be her champion, just as she had been his.

He wanted to protect and stand with and support her, more than anything, right now. It wasn't right in his eyes that she was the only one who gave anything.

'That's it. I know what I want.' Jaune clenched his fist, marking his resolve.

He would do his best to be strong. He would do his best to be her equal, to be her champion as she was his. That day, and only that day, he would allow himself to be with her, because then he knew that he was truly worthy of being at her side.

Then, he was someone Pyrrha could take pride in. He had her love, now he wanted to prove that she had fallen for the right man.

And his thoughts, rather coincidentally, were also interrupted, as Yona Arc, his mother, walked into his room.

"Jaune, you have a phone call." His mother announced to him, causing the boy to jump from his bed.

"Huh? Who?"
"It's from Pyrrha. I think you should talk to her."

"….thanks, mom. I'll….talk to her right now."

He took the phone, remembering what he had resolved.

'This year, Pyrrha, I'll make myself someone you're proud of and someone who can stand with you.

Just a while longer. Then…..then we can be together. Not as teacher and student, not as protector and protectorate…..but as equals.

I promise.'

END

A/N: Alright, NEXT TIME, Yang Reacts to Death Battles, I just wanted to get this boring and crappy chapter out of the way!

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