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"So, you come here often?" (bxacon, character is yang)

“Um. Yes? Yang, I’m your sister, sillyhead. I come here as often as you do!!”

“Hm. Is this a game?”

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- “Okie doke! I like to play games, so alright! I’ll give it my best shop, I think.” Ruby extended an arm, reaching up to a rather taller older sister to poke at her cheek. “But, you’re still being weird, sis.”

Yang just rolls her eyes at her little sister, and captures the girl’s wrist in her large hand, smirking before she lets go to lift Ruby and practially sling her over her shoulder. “Now the game thing is settled, I’ve decided to take you out to somewhere I go often.”

"So, you come here often?" (bxacon, character is yang)

“Um. Yes? Yang, I’m your sister, sillyhead. I come here as often as you do!!”

“Hm. Is this a game?”

“How am I supposed to play with you if it’s a secret? I’m gonna lose! That’s not fair, sis!” She stuck her tongue out at Yang, teasing her for her ridiculousness.

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“How about I give you a clue?” Yang scrunches up her nose at Ruby’s own silliness. “There’s no rules, so you can’t make any up.”

"So, you come here often?" (bxacon, character is yang)

“Um. Yes? Yang, I’m your sister, sillyhead. I come here as often as you do!!”

“Hm. Is this a game?”

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Of course it’s a game, little sister!”

“But it’s a secret game, so I’m not gonna tell you what it is. Just go with the flow. Can ya handle that?”

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Weiss could hear everything, and she tensed and winced, and she knew what was going on without seeing. Before she could even blink, Weiss had thrown off her skirt and jacket, putting on a black hood and cape to hide herself. One she usually used for begging for food and such from her own home if she truly needed it, making the staff think she were a poor commoner or something.

She grabbed a first aid kit and some healing dust, and ran out to find Yang, making sure her face and hair was covered, her mouth and nose blocked by a bandana. No way to figure out it was her. And her hands were covered with tight black gloves as well.

She found Yang and snuck up behind her silently. Here we go.

"Excuse me. Are you alright?" She asked in a deep voice, behind sunglasses that were light only on her side for better vision. She was a completely different person.

#palkianightfire #m; yang #arranged marriage au

Eyes still flickering from lilac to red and back from the pain stupidly inflicted upon herself, Yang turns around, panting a little. "Huh?" She asks, wondering why someone could possibly be out in the woods unless they're acting much like her. "I'm fine. I'm just... Pissed off." Upon reminding herself that she's been angry, and the reason why, Yang feels it flare up again, like someone fanning a dying flame and swivels back to the tree she hit just previously, smashing her fist against it and splintering more of the bark, bloodying up her knuckles even more. She yells out in pain, feeling it this time, the red starting to bleed into her eyes. At this point, she's not fine, but she also knows that help from another person can get them injured "Just don't get in the way."

Weiss stayed in the woods, cutting trees and branches as she made her way to a secret cabin she had at the edge of the woods, one she'd made all by herself. An actual log cabin, which was sturdy and usable. She entered through an opening with a sheet for a door, and lied on a makeshift bed, a bunch of logs making a big square, a lot of dirt inside, and a few blankets on top with pillows and a comforter. Her well done bed. Though Weiss got under her covers and held her hand over her mouth, Yang's violent nature could be heard all too well. God she felt awful. And she could last a few weeks or so before someone found her, and the lack of staff was because Weiss fired whoever found her. Keeping her spot a secret. But if Yang found her, she didn't know how she would react.

"Oh crap.. oh crap oh crap... oh crap... don't find me... please don't come..."

#palkianightfire #m; yang #arranged marriage au #{ this was so fun to write... }

Being angry also meant being reckless. After countless trees practically felled, and scratches covering her arms and face from being careless and not watching where branches fall, Yang stops punching, wiping blood from a deeper cut on her cheek with the back of her hand, breath heavy with exhaustion and rage. She's practically finished her bout of rage. It would hardly be considered cooling off, but following up her wild violence is a large string of expletives, and punches swung without gunshots, bare and exposed knuckles not only splintering the bark of a nearby tree, but covering the skin in yet more grazes. "SHIT!" Yang yells, another punch landing against the tree, before she runs her hands into her blonde locks, dirtying them with mud and blood-stained skin. Another curse slips between her lips, and another and another, loud enough for the heiress to hear her. No tears, however, escape her, just anger boiling over in the form of blood and sweat.

Hearing Yang's words, her grin dropped and she stared in horror at the information she'd received. She stared at Yang being angry, and she swallowed, knowing what she meant. She had to come clean, and she looked down, trying not to cry for the fourth time or so today.

"Ever since I was a little girl... my father arranged for a little boy to marry me...when we grew up, we would be married.. for the companies... And... I'm old enough now... but... I don't want to..." and suddenly she got on her knees and hands, facing the carpet below her as if about to beg for mercy, which she practically would be doing.

"I've been engaged since before I was born... but I forgot about it as I grew up, as my father allowed me to live without this being on my mind... and as I came to Beacon... I fell in love with a fiery angel... I knew that it wouldn't work, but I had to try. She'd stolen my heart with one look, and there was no way I could ever get it back. So I tried to push her away. Being a complete asshole to her and everyone around me.. but my love for her grew stronger.." by this time she had gripped the carpet below her, dark spots appearing as she cried once again.

"I don't want to marry the man... I want to marry you... I love you so much Yang, b-but... I don't deserve you...as soon as I saw you, my straight life went down the drain... I am bisexual, and I am proud of it. I love you Yang... I love you... I'm sorry.. I'm s-so... s-sorry..." Weiss finished, and was practically lying in the carpet, gripping it and being in the weirdest position ever. But suddenly, she stood up, brushed herself off, and faced the door with a deep breath. "Surprisingly enough, I didn't see this coming. Talk to anyone if you want to leave. They'll summon an airship. I... I have a way to end this marriage... So... Don't stop me, okay?" As she said this, she turned around and waved with that grin again before walking out the door and disappearing. Weiss had gone from so happy and in love, to completely emotionless and depressed. She kinda figured Yang would be mad. So Weiss figured that this was their breakup, right after they'd gotten together.

Weiss headed out to her massive backyard with a dagger in her hand, going not to kill herself, but to hide away. As much as she'd like to slit her own throat, she could never bring herself to do it. So she'd hide in the giant forest until someone dragged her out, or she felt like coming out. She'd failed. Again.

"I'm sorry."

#palkianightfire #m; yang #arranged marriage au #{ agh bby doesnt want to leave weiss at all }#{ she wants her loooooove but doesnt want anyone in the way at all }

Anger has boiled up inside Yang as Weiss speaks. She knows when it happens, feeling like a wash of fire starts ripping through her body, starting at her core. She's angry at Weiss, angry at herself, but most of all, angry at the girl's father and the boy she's been arranged to be married to. How could she have been so stupid? Falling in love with an heiress had to have had a result like this. She takes in everything Weiss has to say, groaning as the girl leaves. Barely a few minutes after, Yang gets up, checking her wrists to remind herself if she had removed Ember Celica on her arrival, which she had not, and takes herself out of the house, not finding Weiss in the backyard, instead finding the forest she goes into to blow off some steam. The blonde practically runs, not paying any attention to where she was taking herself. Eventually, she gets into a clearing, able to let herself yell in anger. The blonde activates Ember Celica and starts to repeatedly punch the trees, desperate to calm herself with the violence against the plants. And maybe, if she's nearby, Weiss would hear her.

After Weiss was finished being talked to about the arranged marriage, she slowly heads back, all the life drained out of her, but just as she returns to her room, she takes a silent but very deep breath, and opens the door with a big and fake grin.

"I'm back!" Weiss exclaimed, her fake grin twitching at the edges slightly as she forced hard to keep herself looking joyful and happy. "Did you miss me? I missed you!" she exclaimed, and sat down on the bed, facing away from Yang. "So we have some time before dinner, now about... half an hour I think? What would you like to do Yang?" Weiss asked, turning to face her with the horribly fake smile, her eyes closed, and if her eyes were open, it'd be easier to hide, but her eyes staying closed, it was far too obvious to see that something inside her was off.

#palkianightfire #m; yang #arranged marriage au #{ YANG PLS }

Yang isn't even trying to look happy. As Weiss comes back, there's a small but clear frown across her face, and she sighs. "Next time, you tell me something before it's going to affect something, not after. Because now you're in a bigger mess than before." Being mad is the last thing that Yang wants to be at Weiss, but she feels she has to be. It has to be addressed, and it has to be addressed now. "Before you scold me about it, I know I listened in, but I'm glad I did. There's a chance you could have left me in the dark about this." As she speaks about it, Yang can feel herself getting more and more angry about it, not wanting to even look at Weiss to see how she reacts. "I don't want secrets."

Weiss tried to stop crying, the hair twirling and tight snuggles and the warm feeling on her head from Yang's hot breath, the butterflies came back, and she felt as if one more squeeze would crush both of them, their strong grips able to break each other, Yang more than Weiss, but she didn't care. The tightness and warmth felt amazing. So to Yang's replying words, she sniffled, nuzzling Yang's chest like a kitten to someone's leg, and lied there on top of her, sighing.

"I hope this never ends. I love you so much Yang. So so much." So much that the overjoy and happiness made her feel like she was about to pass out right there. So much love, so many tears... but of course, they were interrupted. This was going so well, but there was a knock on the door, and a voice. A familiar voice. "Weiss? Are you in here? It's your father. We need to talk. When you are done doing whatever you are, please come to my office alone." Then the father's footsteps leave, and Weiss sat up, wiping her eyes with a sigh. She didn't want to leave Yang's sweet embrace, but she swallowed and pulled away, getting up.

"Stay here okay? I'll be right back." Then she headed out, closing the door behind her. She knew what the talk consisted of, but was hating every tense second. And hopefully Yang didn't follow.

When Weiss got to her father's office, the awful conversation began.

"So even though your friend is here, and I am leaving in a few days, we must talk about your future Weiss."

"I know Father."

"The young man I have chosen for you is ready. When ever you are ready to accept. Then we can start the ceremony."

"I know Father."

"Weiss, I know you don't like this, but it's for the good of the company. You must have an arranged marriage. You cannot love anyone else. You will be married to this man from our opponent company. Understand?"

"I know Father. I know."

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Turmoil brews inside Yang as soon as she hears Weiss's words. Should she follow? Risk invading the heiress's privacy and listen in on the conversation? She had been worrying about the girl's family before going into her room, and now the worry sparks up again, fueled by the prospect of some kind of important discussion she might have kept secret from her. Pushing every other kind of worry aside, Yang gets up after Weiss, following after her and praying whatever she's being spoken to about isn't bad. It can't be bad, can it? The blonde manages to get to Weiss's father's office as the door closes behind them, listening in on the conversation through the polished wood. The voices are muffled, Yang has to strain to hear the words, but the thing she picks out, the thing that worries her the most are the words 'arranged marriage' and 'young man'. The more she listens, the more Yang starts to worry, and get angry. How could she not have been told about this? Yang loves Weiss and it's so soon that she's now started to doubt whether she's truly loved in return. There's no choice now, Yang has to be blunt - has to tell Weiss she was listening in. But for now, she just has to return to the heiress's room. She turns on her heels, doing exactly that, retiring back onto Weiss's bed to think before she comes back too.

Weiss giggled, snuggling against her as they lied down, and she stretched out and blushed as she was nuzzled. This cuddly, fluffy feeling was great. She could feel the emotions and feelings swell, and pass in between them. Love. This was the feeling of love, and joy, pure happiness. Never in her whole life had she been this happy, and felt herself shaking slightly, tears welling in her eyes as Yang spoke, and she tried not to, but cried into Yang's chest, and stammered out her words. "M-Maybe l-later..." She managed, and hugged Yang tight, not daring let go. But her words as she cried were the most precious, and she stared up at Yang, tears pouring from her face, and she looked so sad, aside from the smile. She was crying happy.

"I-I'm s-so happy... I-I l-love you s-so m-much Y-Yang... I-I'm s-so... happy..." <3

#palkianightfire #m; yang #arranged marriage au

Yang reaches into Weiss's hair, stroking it with surprising gentleness, and twirls it around her finger occasionally, smiling a little more. As she hears the quiet crying, Yang's muscles tighten up a little, wondering if she had taken a step too far. Yet she, too, feels their emotions starting to sync, the fluttering sensation inside her chest never ceasing and when she sees Weiss's eyes, turning red and full of tears, the smile fades a little. Upon hearing the words, however, the smile starts to return, and the blonde tightens her grip just a little, leaning back into the heiress's hair and speaking into it. "I... I love you too, Weiss. I'm so glad you're happy."

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"I… have a few stubborn friends as well, so I know what you mean. They’re not as rude as she sounds, though…"

"She really isn't as bad as she sounds. If you're on her good side." Clear uncertainty is weaved into what Yang says, a nervous chuckle following it up.

"Sch..neee.. Schnee. Thanks," he responds, laughing a little. "Again, I’m not really… from here. I’m from Unova!"

"Well, in any case, you're lucky it was me who found you before Weiss did. Let's just say she's ironically cold to all of us. Even my sister, who's supposed to be her battle partner." Yang laughs a little. "Not saying she isn't a good friend, though. She just needs to be less stubborn."

"Nope…. never heard of the.. Sch..Sk…Skii conglomerate?" he says, then blows a raspberry with his tongue and shrugs. "I have no idea what word just came out of your mouth."

"Schnee. Sh-n-eeee." She draws out the name to try to get Touya to pronounce it correctly. "How have you never heard the name Schnee? I thought it was a company known all across Remnant."

The boy quickly shuffles to catch up with Yang, almost tripping as he slows next to her. “Th-that’s… cool! What are their names?”

Yang chuckles quietly as she sees Touya stumble, rolling her eyes to continue walking. "Well, in my team theres Blake, Weiss and my sister Ruby. You ever heard of the Schnee conglomerate? Well, that's Weiss - heiress to that company."