An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
She looked at the Atlesian woman, no longer was she Weiss Schnee, the hot-tempered heiress who studied and loved to play with Zwei. She was Specialist Schnee now. Just as she was no longer Ruby Rose, the loveable, hyperactive girl who loved cookies and strawberries. She was the Red Death.
Gone was that girl, a soldier now stands in her place.
In the height of the Second Great War, lines are drawn as the world is drenched in bloodshed. Ruby and Weiss find themselves on opposite sides of the conflict, Blake is burdened with the guilt of what she had done, and Yang is wasting her days lost in a haze, unsure how to carry on. The lines between friend and foe are blurring and no one is sure who is what anymore, and only in their darkest moments will they truly know who their enemy is.












