A month into the infection, supplies at the school are running low and morale is dwindling. There are few survivors left, Weiss and Yang being some of them. Weiss and Yang have also been in a secret six-month long relationship - but their relationship is now all but tested.
To keep morale high, the duo decide to leave the school and search for supplies. They’ve kept a brief documentation of the types of zombies out there.
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“Lay-Z”’s - Common; The type of zombies that move at a snails pace and are always lying in wait for an ambush or an easy catch. If ‘awake’ they travel in packs. Unintelligent. Weak.
“Sprinters” - Uncommon; as the name suggests, they sprint. Always on the lookout for their prey. Unintelligent but highly aggressive. Average Strength.
“Mutagens” - Rare; They’re mutated forms of zombies. While they still have that same look of zombism, they posses some intelligence. They can open doors. Climb. And fight with their undead lives in mind. Above Average Strength.
“Awakened Mutagens” - Extremely Rare; These zombies are highly intelligent. They can be identified with a red glow to their eyes. Extremely strong. Fast. There’s no winning a fight against them.
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Not much else is known on these variations save for what Weiss had observed and written down.
While on the outskirts of the school and entering the ‘dread zone’ the duo run into an Awakened. Yang sacrifices herself, which allows Weiss to run off to safety. Or so she thinks.
Stumbling into a nest of Mutagens, she fights for whatever life she has left to lived. When all had seemed lost - An Awakened, zombified, Yang appeared killing all who surrounded Weiss.
Weiss too stunned to move, faints, allowing Yang takes her to safety. It seems as if Yang only has one purpose, to protect. While she indeed, is a zombie, she seems to be fully aware of Weiss but is unable to process many things.
Will Weiss take the time to fully understand this new Yang? Can she be returned to a human form or will Weiss one day have to end it all?
Yang has had the secret ability to see and read what’s inside people’s minds. It’s usually very overwhelming, but she keeps high-spirits and is her normal self. Though, it’s one thing to hear and see everyone’s thoughts and desires, wishes and downfalls. But there is one person she can’t figure out.
Weiss Schnee.
Weiss Schnee, has a cold demeanor. Her personality stands as icy and calculating as she earns top grades, is quiet and maybe a little uptight. But, what Yang doesn’t understand is why Weiss thinks such lewd and unpredictable thoughts about her. Yang Xiao Long.
When Yang tries to talk to her and get close to her, Weiss’s outside personality shines through in being aloof and snooty. But her mind shows such different thoughts?!
I’ve been rewatching ATLA and had an idea for a Freezerburn AU based on their universe. No actual ATLA characters because all the girls will replace them.
Bending!Freezerburn AU idea:
Weiss Schnee is a Water bender from the Northern/Southern water tribe. Her father is part of a conglomerate that uses bending to its fullest potential by harvesting resources and a lot of money. One day, when Weiss figures out that she herself is the Avatar she escapes from her home knowing full well her father would use her.
With the help of her Albino Lion Hawk she flies out of the Water Nation Territory and into the Earth Bending territory in a city like Ba Sing Se. Where she meets Blake Belladonna, a non-bender and a White Fang member who go against the benders, as well as fight for the working class - with their leader Adam Taurus friend Ilia Amitola. She has slight troubles with the group but goes free and flies off again.
A little later out of the city, Weiss collapses and meets an out-of-place Air bender by the name of Ruby Rose and a Fiesty Fire Bender by the name of Yang Xiao Long. Who, by the looks of it, takes a liking to the gorgeous water bender, Weiss.
Will Weiss choose to keep her identity a secret? Will she be captured by her fathers soldiers and brought back to the Kingdom? Will she be smart enough to realize that big hulking brute of a fire bender is her twin flame?!
Haven’t written in forever. Dunno if I like it. Ahhhh. Either way, FREEZERBURN FOR THE SOUL ENJOY THESE TWO NERDS.
A single golden chrysanthemum laid on her desk.
Her lavender eyes scanned the room for a hint of who or what might’ve laid it there. Nobody seemed too suspicious, or out of place. The usual group of guys in the back were doing their, well, dude things. Some of the girls seemed to be doing their own things as well. Blake on her phone, Velvet messing with her camera, and so on. And well, there was another student - one particular student who always seemed to be giving everyone and anyone the cold shoulder. Weiss Schnee who was nose deep in a textbook.
Yang tried to envision every single one of her classmates sneaking in, and dropping the flower off on her desk. But none seemed more preposterous than to have someone like Weiss dropping off the flower. So much so that Yang snickered to herself, only to be interrupted by a smack on the back.
“Yang! Is that a flower?” Sun peeked around Yang’s shoulder, side-stepping now to grab the flower. He took a hearty sniff, “Oh wow, that’s pretty fresh.” He turned to Yang who had an eyebrow raised at his forwardness, he seemed to wave the flower in her face, “Is this from an admirer?”
Yang yanked the flower out of his hand and carefully set it back on the desk. “Honestly, I don’t know. It was just here when I arrived.” She looked around the room, Sun doing the same but waving happily at Blake at the same time.
“You think it could be anyone in here?” Sun asked he spoke loud enough for Yang to hear as he walked a few feet to get to Blake’s desk. Yang set down her backpack near the desk, grabbed the flower and followed Sun to Blake’s desk.
“Nah,” she shook her head, “Hey Blake, did you see who put this here?” she waved the flower in front of Blake’s face. Blake swatted at Yang, as Yang quickly pulled back the flower.
“No. It was here when I walked in.”
“And that was?”
“Fifteen minutes ago.”
“Seriously?” Yang guffawed. The thought of someone coming in here so early before 8 am just to drop off a flower for Yang was seriously something else for her. Who would actually have the dedication to do that? Although Yang secretly found it kind of cute and sweet, she never considered herself ever getting flowers. Especially since she was the kind of gal to go and give flowers. “Weird…” she muttered.
“Who even grows these types of flowers, anyways?” Sun gawked at the flower. “What type is it?” he mischievously stole back the flower from Yang observing it in an obnoxious manner.
Yang shoved Sun in retaliation, “The least you could do is not destroy it and let me figure that out!” as she growled out her statement she stole back the flower and returned to her desk.
Yang returned to her desk and carefully slipped the flower into her backpack. This flower mystery was surely going to get the better of her and her thoughts. Yang could not figure out who, what, or why someone would leave a flower for her.
“Alright class,” Professor Port called out as he entered the room “The lesson for today is…”
It didn’t really matter what the lesson was for Yang, either way, she’d pass. And either way, she’d get down to the mystery of who had left this flower on her desk. One way or another.
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Weeks passed and the mystery of who had left the flower there was growing. Yang had managed to trickle it down to several suspicious people. One was Mercury, she hadn’t of known why she would’ve thought he was a suspect - but her gut instinct and the massive amount of glares she had constantly received from the suspect in question was something to be wary about. Maybe he had a crush. Or maybe he was buttering her up to be her number one enemy on the campus.
Sun and Blake had agreed on the suspicions of Mercury, but they also seemed to single out Shay-D. His goofy and nearly toothless smile was also something to be cautious about. Was he too, crushing on Yang? Or was this some sort of long-winded prank that Yang was waiting on the punchline for?
Lastly, it seemed like Neptune was a good contender. Sun’s best friend. Although the combination of his incessant flirting and denial of the floral arrangement went hand in hand as the days went on. Yang wasn’t sure if Neptune was actually capable of such romantic interactions such as fresh flowers and of the likes.
Things for Yang had only grown more mysterious. One Friday morning Yang came in to see her desk surrounded by other classmates. Yang shuffled her way through the small crowd to see a gorgeous bouquet of chrysanthemums on her desk. Golden chrysanthemums lined the outside, while another smaller circle was covered with orange, and then a single yellow one rested as the centerpiece.
A hard blush came over Yang as her classmates gawked at her new gift. Just who in the world was giving her these flowers? And how in the hell did they know that these were her favorite flowers? One single flower, Yang considered a fluke - but a whole bouquet dedicated to Yang along with her favorite colors… well that, that wasn’t a coincidence.
Shooing everyone away from her desk, she slammed her backpack on the ground and sat at her desk. Focusing long and hard on the flowers before her. Their aroma to her, was intoxicating. Her favorite flower, and favorite smell.
She groaned and covered her face in her hands. This was going to bother her. Just who exactly was this mysterious flower giver? She looked around the classroom, exchanging small glances with some classmates who too were curious about the mystery admirer.
Sun and Blake gave her pitying looks and shrugs. It seemed like they too were just spectators in this spectacle. Her eyes scanned once more, she met eyes with someone she didn’t expect to. Weiss Schnee. Weiss seemed to sneer at her, brows furrowed. Her head quickly turned away, going back to whatever she was doing before their eyes had met. Yang shook her head and turned back to her desk looking at the flowers.
It wasn’t Weiss. Sun. Blake. Or Neptune, or anyone else in this classroom. Who in their right mind would just send Yang flowers of all things?
She would figure it out one way or another.
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It seemed like her mysterious admirer had other ideas when it came to a confrontation. In Yang’s locker appeared a sticky note - ‘Meet me on the roof if you want to know who I am.’ It was signed with a badly drawn bouquet of flowers. It was way passed leaving time as Yang had stayed back for a little extra credit work.
“So you know my locker number too?” Yang muttered to herself, folding the note and sticking it in her pocket. The roof, huh? Yang racked her mind by trying to remember what was on the roof. There were certain electives and academics that had taken odd spots around the school’s campus, so this just had to be another one.
She walked her way up towards the roof, taking a staircase after staircase. Just who else on earth would be at school still?
Finally arriving at the rooftop, she prepared to meet this mysterious admirer.
Passing through the door, she was greeted by bright sunlight on its way to meet the horizon, causing her to squint and shield her face with her hand. There was a light breeze in the air as Yang closed the rooftops door behind her. An aroma like no other hit her nose, she stared at ahead of her finally getting back her senses.
Before her were rows and rows of flowers, lined up on the rooftops. A small cabin laid in the center of it all. Who exited the cabin, was what surprised Yang most of all.
Weiss Schnee exited the cabin, wiping sweat off of her forehead and approached Yang with an air about her.
“No way…” Yang stood there in shock, “You?!” she approached Weiss with a fervor.
Weiss of all things nonchalantly nodded with a very soft “Yeah.”
Now flabbergasted Yang stood there with her mouth agape. “Why?”
This simple question made Weiss smirk. “You’re really cute when you look at flowers,” she answered almost immediately. “Your secret love for them is really admiring.”
Yang took a step back and blushed, “How would you know that?!”
“You really don’t notice the world around you, do you? Though, I guess there is to say you DO stop to smell the flowers every now and then.” Weiss sighed and twiddled her thumbs anxiously.
“What are you talking about?!”
Weiss rolled her eyes, “You can’t be serious, Yang. Every Saturday, at 6:30 AM you pass by Fiona’s Flowers and smell every single flower there. Stopping at the chrysanthemums the longest. Then when you come by again, same day, 6:30 PM and do it again, but only if no one is watching.”
Yang was speechless. How the hell did Weiss know all of these things? And did she SEE her if Yang had taken every precaution to make sure that no one knew about her secret love and her secret routine when she goes to the gym and work!
“I work at Fiona’s Flowers by the way. Every Saturday.” Weiss admitted.
By now Yang’s face was the reddest it had ever been. “Please, don’t tell anyone…”
“Don’t tell anyone that you like flowers? Yang, do you know how ridiculous you sound?”
“I know, but please...can we let it be our little secret?”
Weiss approached Yang, her eyes locked on to Yangs. Yang’s blush grew. “Sure, but…”
“But..?”
She was now inches apart from Yang’s face, looking up at her intensely. Yang could feel her heartbeat in her throat, Weiss was gorgeous from afar she had to admit, but this close up? Beauty beyond words.
“Can you keep mine?”
There was a small hesitation with Weiss, she wasn’t sure that Yang would accept what she was about to do. But Yang watched her carefully, actually leaning in towards Weiss to help her with her own ‘secret’. Weiss’s lips met Yang’s. Yang had clearly accepted the movement, kissing her back - but as Weiss pulled away Yang was still clearly shocked.
“Uh..wow. Yeah, I…” Yang sputtered out, her body burned. Her face still having that one shade of red covering it. “C-Can we keep doing this?” her arms gestured around her.
Because my friends wanted me to, here’s an attempt at the “One Bed” Trope. Along with other shenanigans.
Freezerburn. WC: 2.4k
“Uhh, we should really pull over.” an obvious statement that had escaped the mouth of Yang Xiao Long.
“Put the top up at least!” yelled out Weiss, she could feel herself getting hit by the droplets as they sped down the road.
The two girls were on a long planned roadtrip to California, where their best friends Sun and Blake lived, along with Ruby who happened to go to a college there. But trips don’t always go according to plan.
After leaving New York in a 1993 Toyota Celica GT Convertible on a beautiful Friday morning the two had arrived in Ohio, where the roads were dimly lit and the rain clouds have gathered from the depths of nowhere and had now loomed over Yang’s and Weiss precious top down ride.
Yang frantically pressed the button for the top to come back up, but it seemed like the vehicle itself had other plans. Halfway through lifting itself up, it had gotten stuck. “Shit.” Yang muttered as she kept driving, the rain not letting up. “A little help?” Yang cried out to Weiss who was already, stupidly, crawling towards the back of the speeding vehicle and trying to lift the top up.
But to no avail.
“It’s no use!” Weiss yelled in return as the rain had begun to pelt them, drowning out any sort sound.
“Whaaat?” Yang yelled back as Weiss seemed to crawl her way back into the front seat, soaked, putting her seatbelt back on as the two of them sped down the luckily empty, and straight highway.
Weiss groaned to herself. They should’ve checked the weather before leaving, and now they had a dent in their plans as they’d have to find the nearest hotel. Not like it mattered, it was getting late anyways.
Yang pointed ahead of them, how she could see anything clearly was beyond them. It was a good thing that Yang was a deceivingly good driver in any vehicle she was in. “I can see the light! Look, a hotel!”
Weiss nodded frantically, she really didn’t need to say anymore as they were both ready to get out of this rain. As they pulled off towards the exit, the thunder roared above them causing them both to nearly jump in their seats.
“Shitshitshitttt…” Yang muttered to herself in a sing-songy way. It was hard to tell if she was scared or actually shitting herself at this point in time. Weiss was nearly in the same boat… or car.
Yang pulled into the parking lot, which was surprisingly filled. Several other people who had been caught in the rain could be seen running into the lit hotel as they found a parking spot. The two scrambled to exit out of the car, grabbing all of their bags and running into the building soaked and drenched.
The receptionist seemed to take pity on them as she had noticed the two running in from a distance and grabbed them towels to dry off on. “Looks like you two have seen better days.” she jested towards the two miserable girls.
“I blame her for this” Weiss meekly pointed at Yang, “she chose the old janky convertible versus my pristine bmw.” she glared at Yang who cheekily smiled at her.
“Hey, nothing says roadtrip like good tunes, janky cars, and random weather.” Yang continued to grin as she rubbed her sopping wet hair off with the towel.
The receptionist had returned to her computer, “We’re in luck. We have one room available and I’m sure it’d be fine for you two.”
Weiss whipped out her card and handed it to the receptionist, “We’ll take it.”
The receptionist busily typed things in and spoke to the two girls, “Let us know if you two need anything, there’s a convention several miles down here so it might get a little rowdy here.”
Weiss groaned, just what she needed. Lack of sleep.
“A convention? Sweeet.” she eyed the lobby which was filled with young students like them. Though, Yang and Weiss weren’t exactly young… but they were young adults.They could fit in… if they tried.
Weiss grabbed her card back, and the keycard to the room along with her bags slugging them around her shoulder. She grabbed Yang by her forearm and dragged her along. “No time for conventions Yang, we have a California to get to.”
Yang whined as she was dragged along. “You just want to get me alone in a hotel room, don’t you?” she teased.
Weiss whipped around as she had stopped at the elevator. The rain still pouring down loudly around them. She glared and the hotel lights flickered.
“Whoa, Weiss - cool magic trick. I didn’t know you were a demoness.” Yang winked as they entered the elevator.
Weiss scoffed and rolled her eyes as they took to the third floor. They were lucky that the flickering power didn’t trap them there.
The two walked their way past several hotel goers and had made their way to their room, Weiss quickly swiping her keycard and shivering as she entered the room. Her teeth chattered, why were hotel rooms always so damn cold?!
Yang on the other hand, seemed all too fine with this. “And Yang said, let there be light!” she followed in behind Weiss flickering on the lights.
The two paused at the sight before them.
“Well, this’ll be interesting.” Yang commented.
“Really?” Weiss muttered.
One bed. For two girls.
It’s not like it wasn’t unusual for two girls to share a bed. But there was a key difference in this scenario. And it didn’t help that these two liked to pretend that there isn’t some sort of physical, emotional, and romantic attraction towards one another. Neither one of them letting down their barriers for the other.
Just quips, comments, and all too passable flirtatious remarks.
Yang just played around too much.
While Weiss found it hard to take the passes at her seriously.
Even if the two really did like each other.
“I call dibs on the first shower.” Yang rushed passed her with her wet bag in hand and locked the bathroom door behind her.
Weiss groaned pacing the room quietly, she checked her phone and texted Blake telling them all that had happened… all except for the fact that they had to share a bed together. Blake wasn’t exactly lost on the news between Weiss and Yang, she was fully aware that the two had a thing for one another. But she knew her words would usually fall on deaf ears.
The rain grew louder, beating hard against the third floor window. She could hear the trees below them rattling and crying out in the wind. The loud thunder boomed before her as paced through the room. The lightning peeked through the closed window and sure enough, she knew that this storm was going to be a doozy.
She continued to shudder as Yang finished her shower. Which seemed to be a long grueling one as all Weiss could hear was running water, light chattering from outside the room, and inconsistent booms from the Gods above.
Minutes passed and Yang had finally exited from the shower looking refreshed and as fit as ever. She wore her usual tank top and shorts to bed and kept her towel around her neck as if she had just worked out.
“Your tu-” before Yang could even finish her sentence, Weiss bolted passed Yang and had begun her shower.
Not even the warm water could stop her from shivering. The loudness of the water only seemed to add onto her growing anxieties. She managed to clean herself up quickly and hopped out of the shower and dressed only to exit the bathroom and instantly be greeted with an almost glass shattering boom that knocked out the hotel’s lights in an instant. Weiss was thankful the sound covered her quick squeal as she jumped from the sound.
“So much for a movie night.” Yang groaned now curling herself up underneath the covers.
Weiss quickly paced herself to the otherside of the bed, as far away from Yang as possible. Weiss was cold, a little too cold. Her body could not escape this constant jittery feeling as her nerves continued to rattle her. “Better to get rest now, then to complain about it later.” Weiss’s words were fast and almost short of breath sounding.
“Mm… I guess you’re right. Goodnight Weiss.” Yang shifted and Weiss could feel the entirety of the bed move.
Weiss tried to breathe deeply but as the storm grew louder, her shivering became worse and worse. She could hear the rain droplets turn into what sounded like hail. The thunder and lightning paraded the sky and their window as if they were getting their own private light show.
Weiss gripped the sheets, her entire body unable to stop the trembling.
Yang seemed to groan out, “I didn’t realize this was one of those kinds of beds… wait! Isn’t the power out?” she turned back over to face Weiss. Weiss, who was curled up into a tiny ball at the other end of the bed, her vibrations clearly rocking the entire bed.
“Weiss?” Yang called out, but Weiss didn’t move. Weiss’s entire body felt frozen, her hands gripped her arms tightly as she shook. Yang’s words fell on deaf ears. All Weiss could hear was impending doom, known as the storm outside.
Yang reached out to touch Weiss, which only caused her to yelp and jump - making her anxiety far worse. “Whoa, whoa…” Yang sat herself up and moved closer towards Weiss.
Weiss swallowed hard and continued to tremble and turns towards Yang, also sitting up. “I’m fine.” her words quick and almost harsh. “Sharing a bed with you is miserable that’s all…” as she had finished speaking thunder crashed, causing the building to rattle - once more Weiss had the knee-jerk reaction to squeal and clutch the covers over her.
It took Yang a second, but she finally caught on. “Snowflake’s afraid of a little storm?” she asked.
Weiss slowly turned her head, which was mostly hidden by the thick blankets and looked at Yang.
“You’re glaring at me, aren’t you?” Yang questioned.
Weiss threw the covers off of her, “Yeah! Fine! I’m afraid of a storm. But, I’ve never really liked thunderstorms. All the sounds are so horrible, the rattling, the howling, I.. the intensity is too much!” her tone was rushed as there was an obvious fluctuation in her voice as she tried to keep her resolve. “So fine, make fun of me for being scared!” Weiss clenched the sheets in front of her, looking down, continuing to tremble.
“I’m not going to make fun of you, you know. Everyone’s got their weaknesses. Mine’s spiders… but seriously, have you never been through a hurricane? A blizzard?” Yang questioned once more.
Weiss shook her head, “Spiders, really Yang? Those are mostly harmless.”
“Mostly.”
“But no, I’ve never really been through a hurricane. You forget that I was born and raised in Germany. But I’ve been through plenty of storms that have caused sleepless nights and anxiety that I can’t comprehend. But Blizzards don’t bother me one bit. I prefer them over thunderstorms.” she continued to clench the sheets, pulling at them.
“But you’ve said you lived in the states for several years now, and you’ve still never gone through one?” Yang inched closer to her.
Weiss looked up at her, now noting how close Yang had gotten. “I plan ahead.”
“Alright, well then you must have a plan for when you get scared in situations like these, right?” Yang’s voice had offered up concern to the smaller, but not totally fragile girl.
Weiss shook her head again, looking down at the sheets once more “I don’t.” she noticed her own trembling had ceased a little, she hadn’t considered how calming it would be to talk about one’s fears… even if it was with Yang.
“We could cuddle.” Yang offered in the most serious tone Weiss had ever heard.
Weiss whipped her head back to look at Yang.
With another boom of thunder and the dance of lightning filling up the room once more Weiss nearly leaped into Yang’s arms.
“Is that a yes?”
“Tell anyone about this and you die.” Weiss gripped onto Yang for dear life as Yang had begun to settle the two of them down into the sheets, finally laying their head backs against the pillows.
“Yes ma’am.” Yang chuckled, embracing Weiss - not only wrapping her up in the blankets, but within Yang’s body. Weiss’s face happened to be in the crook of Yang’s neck as they laid there. Yang could feel the anxious and warm breath that escaped Weiss.
Weiss continued to tremble as she laid with Yang, her arms draped over Yang as best as they possibly could. Her hands clenching onto the thin fabric that was Yang’s tank top.
“You’re safe…” whispered Yang, hoping some words of reaffirmation would help ease Weiss’s mind. “I’ve got you.” her hands slowly running through Weiss’s damp hair, caressing her head lightly and continuously whispering words of assurance.
After awhile Weiss’s trembling had begun to cease completely, even as the thunder and lightning continued on. Yang continued with her soft movements, eventually moving onto the backside of Weiss. Lightly rubbing and scratching at her back.
Yang didn’t rest until she knew that Weiss could. It was when Weiss’s grip had gone completely limp and her breathing itself had slowed down indicating she had finally fallen asleep.
“Weiss?” she called out. But no obvious answer would arise from the sleeping beauty before her.
Yang let out a light chuckle and decided it was maybe time for her to get some sleep too. They did have a trip after all.
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“Look, I finally got the top up!” Yang grinned as Weiss proceeded to put the bags into the trunk.
Weiss groaned, “We should’ve gone with the BMW!”
“Too late for that now, you’re stuck with this AND me.” Yang made her way to the driver's seat as Weiss popped into the passengers side.
“I’m thankful for one of those.” Weiss slyly smiled as Yang turned her head to face Weiss.
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” she playfully glared.
Weiss leaned over towards Yang, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. “It means thank you, you dolt. Now let’s go to California.”
Yang’s face turned a crimson shade of red as she stumbled with the car keys, trying to stuff them into the ignition. “Buh..bu..” she mumbled, but it was far too late - she was fully flustered.
“Do I need to drive?”
Yang simply nodded and handed her the keys. Quickly exiting the the driver’s side and switching spots with Weiss.
For a good hour, Yang held her face in her hands and mumbled something about Weiss, cuteness, and being caught off-guard.
Weiss couldn’t help but chuckle to herself as she drove, “I guess we found another weakness of yours… Me!”
Like, you guys - I’m still not over the canonical implications between Weiss and Yang that are so supportive, healthy, and communicative.
We have Weiss and Yang consistently talking things out, whether it be searching for their friends or setting up an event for an entire school. Like two people DID THAT!! They have not only teamwork on the battlefield, but off it too? Sign me the fuck up.
You even have Weiss trying puns on for size?? Like... you’re copying your girl Weiss, you know that, right? Yang is precious to you, we know Weiss. We see you.
Then because their teammates trust ‘em so much, that they basically get chosen/voted to fight 2v2′s? Because of their Ice and Fire dynamics no less?!! And to like make things even better we get fuckin’ Neon’s dash of rainbow along with Yang trying to defend Weiss and then Weiss going the FUCK OFF and defending Yang by plunging into a pillar of fire!! Like?? The Ice Queen went and did JUST THAT(TM)? Like damn Weiss, you really all about that self-sacrifice for someone like Yang who is a big ol’ self-sacrificer herself!! Even after the 2v2, Yang seems to joke about it and Weiss doesn’t seem off put?!! Like, they really be meshin’ out here!
Don’t get me started on V5!! Because damn son, Weiss and Yang really out here filled with same brain backstory when it comes to loneliness. And!! They!! Talk!! It!! Out!! They don’t dismiss! Yang apologizes! No one gets mad! All feelings? Relieved. Chemistry? There. Pure.
And that hug?? Sweet mother of Freezerburn, that was the most LEWDEST thing in Freezerburn history.
Those girls? Supportive of one another.
Those girls? Got each other’s backs, no ifs, and, or buts about it.
This one-shot AU is inspired by a song. I’m trying out a weird writing style for myself. Or something like that. I just hope it makes sense in the end. Bare with me.
Freezerburn!
Beware: 5k words. Everyone in this “one-shot” is cheeky and a smart-ass. They’re teenagers, obvi. (except for god tier dad tai.) I would’ve expanded on this whole entire thing if it weren’t for me claiming it to be a one-shot. FDGKJDSG.
It’s from a Yang PoV / Almost an introspective/journalistic and basically a journey into discovering herself and what she likes. (Plot twist: It’s Weiss)
September 13th, 20[xx]
“Yang, seriously? Senior year, and you still haven’t had a crush on anyone?” Jaune poked at her, questioningly. Nora and Ren sighed.
Pyrrha lightly smacked Jaune on the shoulder, “Don’t question her with silly things like that.” she smirked mischievously “Are you sure you don’t find any guy attractive?” they were playing with her.
Yang leaned forward, her head resting on her elbow as she idly chewed her corn dog, only to look down at it and frown. “No? It’s high school. I’m focused on..Go-” her go to response when she didn’t feel like playing along.
“Good grades. Good morals. And most of all my sister!” everyone at the lunch table seemed to repeat, in a cultist chant like manner.
Yang leaned back and rolled her eyes, “I’m heading to class.” she starting packing up her things. Her appetite had suddenly disappeared. You guys are lucky that you’ve been my friends since middle-school. Or else, I don’t know how I would deal with you lot.
“Oh, come on you guys - don’t tease her like that.” Nora scolded the two.
Yang waved off, “It’s fine. I’m just going to study a bit before class.” she had thrown her things away and made a beeline towards the exit.
What’s the big deal about having a boyfriend anyways? It wasn’t fair that Yang had to eat lunch with not one, but two pairs of couples, while her other friends had different lunch scheduling. But it wasn’t their fault it ended up like that.
There’s nothing wrong with not having a crush! I mean, it’s not like I know what it feels like to have one anyways. Well, it’s not that I’ve considered it. Dating, that is. Yang eyes wandered around the hallways. A boy with gorgeous green eyes and black hair passed by her. He’s attractive. Would he be my type?
Yet, Yang only seemed to eye the boys she had passed by and found them... as she would normally find guys. Normal. Maybe...girls? A redness took over her face. Did she like girls? Wasn’t it the norm to have a boyfriend? Surely, her friends made it look that way.
Yang headed into class and as usual there was that one girl, with ivory colored hair that stood out to the rest of the world. The girl didn’t seem to budge or make a movement - as this was how it usually was. Yang took her place a few seats diagonal from the girl and pulled out her papers and notes.
This is so bothersome! What’s the big deal about being in love anyways? Tcch.. She let out an audible sigh.
“That’s how I feel about question sixteen.” The voice from behind her commented as she tapped her pencil.
Yang shook herself out of her thoughts, trying to catch what the girl said. She turned her head and pretended as if she had heard - “Yeah, haha. It sucks.” she returned in a half-assed response. Her eyes gazed over the girl, noticing the tiny detail of a scar running over her left eye - she seemed to return a smile and nod and returned back to looking over her own notes while Yang turned and did the same thing.
Four weeks in this class and almost four years in this school and you’d think I’d know everybody by now. She rubbed her forehead, she really wasn’t doing a good job at looking over her notes... Come to think of it. I don’t think I’ve seen her face around the school at all.
Her eyes squinted over the paper in front of her and then she turned around, “Hey, uhm...I don’t think I caught your name.” Yang said to the girl.
She seemed to raise an eyebrow at the girl, “We’ve been in this class for how long, doing attendance and you still don’t know my name?” the girls seemed to be dead serious - her tone shifting completely.
“Ahh...” Yang seemed caught off guard. Shit, well - she’s not wrong. I just really don’t pay attention to the people in my class! It’s not like that matters. I’m not here to make friends anymore. Should I apologize? Play it -
“Whoa, whoa. Relax. You look like you’re about to explode” she teased, “I’m Weiss. I’m pretty much new to this school.” she flashed a quick smile.
Yang seemed to hide her face for a moment. That was embarrassing. I didn’t think she’d be so chill about it.
“And you’re Yang Xiao Long, aren’t you?”
“Ahhh...” Yang froze up once again. She knows me, I don’t know her. This is definitely awkward. Here I am proving that I am a grade-A asshole.
“For someone that looks as tough as you, I definitely wouldn’t have taken you for the shy type.” Weiss commented, twirling her pencil in between her long slender fingers.
“For someone that looks as icy as you, I never would’ve considered you for the cheeky type.” Yang retaliated in a joking manner.
Weiss chuckled, “I’d say more a defiant type. Defying the odds, but...” she shrugged and merely smiled.
“Never judge a book by it’s cover?”
“Exactly that.”
October 18th, 20[xx],
Parts of me still don’t understand the feel for love. Recently, Blake entered into a relationship with Sun. I’m a little bit jealous. Jaune and Pyrrha. Ren and Nora. Sun and Blake. I mean, everything is still the same with them - it’s just that they have each other. I still have them. Just not in ‘that way’. Whatever that is.
I want to feel what love is. But how will I know when I meet the right person?
“Yang, now is not the time to be daydreaming.” Weiss shook her awake from her thoughts. “We’ve got work to do.”
“Oh, right.” Yang had handed Weiss the decorations - a group of them had been preparing for the upcoming festivities. The two had joined one of the school committee clubs and were now overseeing the decorations for the school in its entirety. Today they had decided to stay a little bit after school and now; it was safe to say at this point that Yang and Weiss were friends due to how much time they had spent together over these last five weeks.
Yang looked up at Weiss, holding the ladder steady as Weiss proceeded to hang up some spooky bats in the hallways. “Vance! I swear - if you don’t straighten out that poster - it’s going to be the death of me.” Weiss yelled from atop the ladder.
Meeting the right person at this time and place just seems... silly. If it were meant to be then it would’ve happened already. It seemed as if Yang had returned to daydreaming, nearly drowning everything out around her. I don’t even know what you’re supposed to do when you fall in love. Everyone around me usually acts like themselves. But what about in private...No, nope. She openly shook her head at her own thought. Still lost in them.
Don’t want to think about that. Do I want to be alone forever? No, not really. Am I, Yang Xiao Long - brave enough to venture into the territory of falling in love? Even if I do where would I find it?
“Jeez, you’re on a ladder and over 5 feet tall and suddenly you have power?” Vance, one of the committee students retorted.
It’s honestly not like someone is going to fall right into my arms and then we’ll fall madly in love through some weird happenstances.
Weiss glared intently and stepped down, only to miss a rung on the ladder as Yang’s grip had lightened on the ladder itself, not holding it as steadily “Sh-” the ladder toppled over as did Weiss.
Within almost an instant Weiss landed on top of Yang, safely. While the ladder slid to the left. Yang, however was the not-so-lucky participant of these unwanted chain of events.Yang had landed straight on her ass, bruising her tailbone with Weiss comfortably sitting her lap.
Ow, ow, ow!!! God, what are you playing at?
Vance ran up to the two, “Whoa, are you two okay?”
Weiss stood up, “Yeah, we’d be fine if you hadn’t made such a comment.” she wiped herself off and helped Yang up.
“What? You’re the one who started talking to me first. You didn’t have to be so rude about it.”
Yang seemed to watch the two squabble as she patted her own backside. That would definitely bruise.
“I was only doing my job, Vance. That’s what I’m here for.” she glared.
Wait. Shit. This is my fault. Weiss wouldn’t have fell if my grip hadn’t been so weak. Might also be the schools fault since this ladder is older than the school itself. I guess I’ll do something about it.
“Hey! Nobody’s at fault here.” Yang interjected, “First off - this ladder is old as shit. Definitely isn’t sturdy to begin with. Second off - I may or may not have been daydreaming. Again. So my grip may have been... weak.” she sheepishly grinned. “Third off - my ass really hurts so can we just get this over with?”
Weiss let out a sigh while Vance just smirked, “Yang, you’re really losing you’re cool kid rep.” Vance commented.
“Coming from the guy who sounds like an old man. Got it gramps.” she sarcastically responded.
Weiss let out a chuckle her, hand covering her mouth, “Alright, alright. Vance, get back to work. I have things to talk about with Ms. Xiao Long here.”
“Professor Peach, is that you?” Yang looked at Weiss with a playful look about her, her hand resting on her chin in a mock-perplexion.
Weiss groaned and pulled Yang away to where none of the rest of the committee were.
“Yang, are you okay?” Weiss seemed to ask.
“Well, like I said my butt really hurts so…”
“No, no. Not about that it just seems like you’ve got something on your mind.” Weiss questioned.
Oh shit. Have I been that obvious? My thoughts aren’t even really that important - it’s just that...now it’s become an obsession. With my feelings. With all of this. I want to figure it out. I don’t think I can ask Weiss what love really feels like - she probably knows as much as me considering all she’s told us at lunch… which frankly hasn’t been much. We’re nearly the same in that aspect. Clueless and loveless.
“Yang, Remnant to Yang.” Weiss snapped her fingers in front of Yang’s face.
“Ahhh…” Yang’s focus was brought back in as she looked up at Weiss who seemed a little bit more than concerned. “I do have things on my mind, I just...I don’t think I can talk about it with you. Sorry if I caused problems today. I promise it won’t happen again.”
Weiss sighed and nodded, “Alright. Well, Yang… if you ever have anything you want to talk about just know that I’m here for you.” she grabbed Yang’s hand and shared a soft smile. She gently squeezed it and let go. Weiss walked away, back towards the group going back on her controlling rampage of spooky decor.
What was that?
For a split second Yang had felt a feeling in her gut as Weiss had grabbed her hand. She didn’t have the time to respond. But it had overwhelmed her in just a short second. She looked down at her hand, feeling the sensation burn and then leave her all the same. Once more, she looked over at Weiss and watched her harass the second years over the placement of some webbing.
Weird.
She clutched at her chest.
Very weird.
November 1st, 20[xx]
Yang couldn’t imagine what those feelings were. Or where they had come from. It’s not like they had been constant. When Yang was on her own, her mind would usually wander to the usual. Like work and what she needed to do. However, on occasion - her mind would wander onto Weiss, her friend.
It’s a Friday, I wonder if she has any plans. Don’t know what we’d do though. She looked real pretty in those leggings today. Her make-up was on point too. And the way she smiled when I told her that was the best part in it all.
She felt the bubbling in her stomach once more. She rubbed her stomach, “Gahhh.” she muttered. Her heart, seemed to be doing some weird tricks too.
“Hungry, sport?” Tai called from the kitchen, as if he had a sixth sense for these things.
Yang shot up from her spot on the couch and turned towards her father's voice.
“Hell yeah!”
“Language!”
“Fuck yeah!”
“Yang, just get your butt in here.”
Yang scurried her way to the kitchen and started to peel the potatoes that her father had left on the counter. A silence filled the air until Yang had decided to break it.
“Dad?”
“Yeah?”
“How did you and mom fall in love?” She asked nonchalantly.
Tai seemed to sputter on the spot, “Are you talking about Raven or Summer?”
“Both, I guess.” Yang shrugged.
“Well, that’s a loaded question in itself. Raven and I fell in love in college and had you. I met Summer after college, through old friends and we just happened to fall in love and connect and had your sister, Ruby.”
Yang sighed, “You like, completely missed the point of my question.”
“What?”
“I want to know how you fell in love, what it feels like, looks like, how do you know they’re the one?” Yang had finished peeling in a record time and turned towards Tai who seemed taken aback by the sudden barrage of questions.
“Why the sudden twenty questions?” he seemed to stop in his own actions.
“Do I need a reason?”
“Well, you’ve never shown interest in this stuff before… so there’s definitely something or someone on your mind.”
Yang sputtered, her mind instantly going to Weiss… but why her? Yang didn’t like her… not like that.
“No, no! I’m just…” she let out a sigh “all of my friends, except me are dating. I’m tired of not knowing what the big deal is.”
Tai chuckled, “Well, Yang...that’s up to you on whether or not it’s a big deal. Finding love is different for everyone and just because you have it now - doesn’t mean it’s always going to last. So, I’m going to tell you this. Falling in love is different for everyone, but the feelings are usually the same. My take on it, is that it’s finding happiness that you can share with another person. Happiness that isn’t forced, but just is. Being or even thinking of that person can make your heart at ease or maybe overly joyed. There’s no right or wrong way to feel about the way you love someone, as long as you know they aren’t being harmed by it. If anything, your heart is the one to tell you if they’re the one. It’s something you have to listen carefully for. Not with just your heart, but with your mind too.”
Yang fell silent.
This is… a lot more than I expected.
“Yang, you’re my daughter but we’re still two completely different people. Love has its ways. And yours will find its way to you too. Don’t fear to question it. To challenge it. To accept it. But remember, loving someone doesn’t solely involve you… and they’re not an object of your affection to be won. But an actual human being to be respected - whether or not they like you back too. Share in your experiences, thrive through your mistakes and make the outcome better than what you had before.”
I don’t think I really understand any better. Or am I just that dense when it comes to love? Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to ask dad, but I don’t know if either of my mom’s would know how to answer that.
Guess I’ll have to figure this out by myself.
December 15th, 20[xx]
“No one?!” Yang’s eyes widened.
“Yeah, the all seemed to cancel at the last minute.” Weiss replied as the two now stood at the entrance of the ice skating rink.
Ahh shoot, I guess that’s what we get for planning near the break.
“So just the two of us then?” Yang held the door open for Weiss.
It’s not like that had actually mattered to Yang, the two of them had grown closer as friends. They had eaten lunch together, studied together, and sometimes casually hung out. Yet, Yang couldn’t get rid of this nagging feeling inside of her. It pulled her along whenever she was with Weiss.
Not a big deal. It’s the usual protocol… She scrunched her face as she followed Weiss through the building. Protocol? What am I, some military commander? Sheesh, Colonel Xiao Long lighten up. The nagging feeling had returned. Yang couldn’t place her finger on it.
The two had gotten their skates, with Weiss having brought her own and Yang having to rent some out.
“I forgot to ask, you know how to skate right?” Weiss finished tying up her skates and stood up.
Yang shook her head “Nope.”
Weiss held her hand over her mouth in a small chuckle, “Oh, this’ll be fun.” a mischievous look grew about her.
Yang could feel herself light up at the look of Weiss. She was with her best friend! Of course she was happy about being with her best friend. But… she still couldn’t shake this feeling. She wanted to enjoy herself with Weiss and she was, but this… this was entirely different.
Ignore it. You’re here for her. No, wait. You’re here with her. That’s right.
Yang stood up, finishing her own lacing and followed Weiss onto the ice. Only to quickly flail about and grab for the sides. She breathed out, watching her own breath fill the air. Vale’s winters weren’t exactly the coldest, but weren’t the warmest either. Even inside the rink they had to wear a decent amount of warm clothing to stay warmed and contented. And they made sure not to dally about outside.
Weiss once again covered her mouth in a giggle as she glided along the ice with such grace and ease.
“All right there, Ms. Ice Queen why don’t you come help a newbie out?” Yang seemed to cry out.
She makes it look all too easy. The way her legs help her glide along the ice and the way her hair sways… it really must help her form!
Weiss held her hand out for Yang to grab onto.
For a second her heart began to jumpstart.
This shit again?! I’m just with Weiss so why am I like this? It doesn’t feel bad at all but every time Weiss and I are alone I just can’t seem to fight whatever this is.
Yang held onto Weiss’s hand, nearly stumbling as she let go of the side railing.
“Take it easy there, you big brute. Try moving your legs in this sort of gliding motion.” Weiss seemed to playfully tease as she helped Yang slide along the ice. They were lucky that it wasn’t a packed rink as a few others seemed to also glide around them with ease. The two had seemed to pick up speed without Yang even noticing.
“Everyone’s a show off, huh.” Yang gave off a light-hearted grin towards Weiss who grinned at her in return.
Another sensation hit Yang.
Shit. When did it get so warm in here? And why do my hands feel so clammy? I should let go of Weiss.
With that thought Yang had accidentally entered into another daydream like-state. Her mind immediately taking the thought into consideration and letting go of Weiss who’s momentum had already taken her forward near the outer edge.
“Yang?!” Weiss sped a little forward and turned around only to see Yang snap out of it and wildly flail her arms towards Weiss.
OH SHIT.
With her arms in front of her, she seemed to wave about wildly wanting to catch the wall that Weiss happened to be in the way of. “How do I stop?!”
It was a little too late as Yang’s lengthy arms caught the wall, but now Weiss was trapped in between Yang and the wall - Yang who had come at a surprisingly fast speed had managed to not crush Weiss too badly.
But now the situation had turned, what Yang considered, awry.
She was chest to chest with Weiss, she could feel Weiss’s breath tickling her collarbones. Yang looked down at Weiss, who seemed to be caught off guard. The look that Weiss had given her has they stood so intimately close was one that would be ingrained into the mind of Yang Xiao Long for the rest of her life. One, that Yang couldn’t really be sure if she was seeing things correctly.
Weiss, are you blushing?
“W-Weiss...I’m so sorry.” Yang’s voice suddenly trembled. This wasn’t a life-threatening situation, but it was for Yang.
Her heart was burning.
Weiss once again rose her hand to cover her mouth in a laugh. But for some reason Yang lightly grabbed her hand to hold it down.
“Don’t hide it. It’s beautiful.” Yang blurted out.
Weiss’s eyes went wide with a very visible blush. Or maybe it was the coldness hitting her cheeks.
Shit. Why did I say that? Why did it feel so good? Why does she look like that?! What’s going on?!
“Have to pee. Be right back.” Yang babbled out. She seemed to awkwardly inch her way off of Weiss and and quickly shuffled herself along the railing, leaving a stunned and bewildered Weiss to her own devices.
I don’t have to pee. That was a lie. That last thing about Weiss’s laugh being beautiful WASN’T a lie. It balances it out, right?
Yang untied her skates and put on her shoes and ran off to the restroom.
Why won’t these feelings go away?
She had entered the restroom and stood in front of the sink, staring at herself in the mirror.
Gah, mom if you were here what would you do? What do I do?
Turning on the sink, she splashed her face with water and sighed as she dried it off. The burning sensation within herself only seemed to diminish slightly.
It really feels like I’m walking with my heart on fire.
Her mind raced with the thought of Weiss and her pressed up against one another. Yang remembered the way Weiss’s lips looked, how she seemed to tremble under the pressure of Yang - a blush filling the image of not only Weiss but Yang as she seemed to stare at her own reflection.
W-What are these thoughts?
And why do I like them so much?!
February 14th, 20[xx]
The break had passed as had the beginning of the second semester. Weiss and Yang were as close as ever. But Yang couldn’t help but notice these growing feelings within her. Feelings that she couldn’t avoid, but why would she want to when they made her feel so good.
Every day she woke up with the intention of seeing Weiss. But parts of her still didn’t know what that meant. She herself, couldn’t see that she was in denial.
To make matters more complicated it was Valentines day. This day was all about love and Yang had the urge to learn a little bit more.
But today, Yang felt compelled to look for a good source of advice and who better to give advice than none other than Blake Belladonna? Her long time best friend and basically second sister.
“Blake, I need some advice.”
“At 7 am? Did you have some weird prophetic dream again?”
Yang furrowed her brows, “What, no. Just listen...this is the most important question I’ll ever ask you.”
Blake looked at her suspiciously, the two were sitting the cafeteria waiting for classes to start - everyone else seemed to be groggily walking along on this love-filled day.
“Okay, so for context let’s just say that during certain times I get these feelings that I can’t really explain. It’s with this one specific person and I can’t make heads or tails of it. You know, it feels really good and I just can’t stop thinking about them and I just want to be with them -”
“Yang, get to the point. It’s too early in the morning for my attention span to be fully here.”
“Oh, right. Anyways, what I’m trying to say is I really like these feelings and I don’t want them to go away with this person but I just don’t have a name for it yet.” Yang seemed to look over her own hands, she seemed to be fiddling a lot more than she had remembered.
Blake seemed to look at Yang as if she was the dumbest person to walk the planet.
“Uh, Blake?”
Blake smirked, “Holy shit, Yang. You’re in love!”
“What?!”
No, what? That can’t be right. But my heart says otherwise. Ack! Brain, what are you doing to me?
“Oh my gosh, is it Weiss? You’re in love with Weiss, aren’t you?” Blake seemed to be on the edge of her seat leaning over the table now wide-awake.
Yang’s heart seemed to beat a mile per second. A burning sensation filling her entire being. “A-aah… keep your voice down!”
Huh? No. Yes. Wait. Weiss? Oh gosh. She’s not...Blake isn’t wrong. I really do like Weiss...and I like liking Weiss! Is that wrong? But am I also that obvious? Does Weiss know?
Blake smirked, “Well, that’s interesting.” she returned to being her usual calm and collected self “I’m glad you’ve found something other than your studies and sister you can focus on.” she eyed Yang with a devilish look about her.
“T-that’s not bad, is it? Liking girls, I mean?”
Everything I thought I knew about me is turned upside down. But honestly, I love finding out new things about me. All these sensations and feelings are starting to make sense.
“No, not at all. Though, I know not everyone will agree. Especially…” Blake trailed off her face contorting into one of concern, “Weiss.”
Yang’s shoulders now slacked as she looked down at the empty seat next her.
That’s right. Love has to be reciprocated. I don’t even know if Weiss is interested in me like that. How does she feel? About me? About us? This could change the entire dynamic between us if I tell her. Do I do this right away? Can I really go up to someone and say “Hey! I like you a lot!” all of a sudden with no warning?
“Hey, Yang. I say go for it. The best case scenario is that you find yourself with a girlfriend. Worst case is, is that you two never really speak again.”
Yang glared, “That’s not helpful at all. Thanks.”
With a sigh Blake began again “Okay, that sounded really terrible but what I mean is if you two can’t remain friends even after a confession like that then is the friendship really worth it? Besides, I know you’re not the kind of person to go shoving your feelings and wants into everyone’s faces.”
“Blake. Every friendship is worth it. That’s it. I’ve decided, it’s Valentines Day and I’m going to ask her out.” Yang stood up banging her hands on the table, managing to startle several sleepy students.
Yang knew Weiss’s schedule only because Weiss had shared it with her. She’s be in the band room right now, practicing piano. Yang usually wasn’t the one to venture towards that area simply because she didn’t really have any classes towards that hall but she had a mission.
A mission that involved feelings that could not wait. To her it was like ripping a band-aid off and getting it over with.
But as she entered the hallway, she heard Weiss’s voice. Yang froze and made sure to not show her face. Her heart suddenly pounding and wanting to burst out of her chest.
Not now love monster! We do this her way or no way!
“A date? I mean…” Weiss’s voice could be heard saying these words, but Yang wanted none of it and turned heel to leave.
She could feel the pain of rejection already hitting her.
She’s Weiss Schnee. The prettiest girl in all of Beacon. Of course she’d be getting asked out. Why wouldn’t she? So, this is what love feels like? I love it and hate it. All of these new emotions - sometimes it’s just too much!
But there’s no way that I’m turning these feelings off.
March 1st, 20[xx]
Yang liked to pretend everything had been the same ever since. She never really delved into the ‘date’ Weiss had, in fact - Yang had practically begun to shut herself down without really ever meaning to. She didn’t want her feelings to impose on Weiss’s.
But Weiss was a lot sharper than she let off.
“Yang Xiao Long. Freeze.” Weiss had followed Yang to the nearly empty school parking lot.
Yang froze, just as she was told to do. It was hard not to resist such a demanding yet lovely voice.
“Turn around, you oaf.” Weiss now told her.
Yang turned like a puppy on command and sheepishly smiled at her, “You need something Weiss?”
“Yeah, I think I do.” she paused “I need an explanation of why you’ve been so distant with me these past few weeks.” her gorgeous eyes seemed to pierce Yang’s very soul.
I guess there’s no time like the present.
“I...I think I realized something about myself. With you.” Yang began “And, I don’t think it’s fair of me to put my feelings on you but I like you, Weiss Schnee. And not like friendship like, I mean like ‘I want to date you’ like.”
“Ya-”
“Wait, please let me finish.” Yang had shut her eyes not wanting to see Weiss’s reaction as she gathered her thoughts “I know you got asked out on Valentine's Day. I guess you could say I got jealous. But I didn’t want to inadvertently get mad or possessive of you so I decided to distance myself from you.”
Leaving my feelings out in the open is scary. But sometimes, it’s for the best.
“Are you done?” Weiss coldly asked.
Yang felt another sharp pierce through her heart. She lowered her head.
“You didn’t even consider to think how I felt about you? If you had of asked me that day, you would’ve known that I rejected him. You wouldn’t even let me mention it because you kept changing the topic!”
“What, why would you reject him?” Her head lifted up.
Weiss’s face seemed to redden as she turned away to look away from Yang. “..e..snt...o..”
“Huh?”
“HE WASN’T YOU. YOU OAF.”
Yang looked a little confused, “What does that have to do with anything?”
“Yang Xiao Long, are you really that dense?”
As if calculations were forming next to her mind, her eyes widened in an almost crazy revelation.
With a finger pointed outstretched and in an accusatory manner Yang loudly proclaimed “YOU LIKE ME?!”
Yang felt her heart pound and then settle. A huge grin overtaking her face.
Is this real?
Weiss buried her face in her hands. “And this is why I like you…” she muttered.
Ever feel sad that in volume 2 you see what happens with blacksun and nuts and dolts, but not freezerburn and what could have possibly been discussed while they were searching for Blake and what made wiess question her opinion? Cause I kind of do. Was it silent, did they talk about anything but the one scene of "the innocent never run Yang."
Ahhh! That will always be a scene that haunts the back of my mind for freezerburn for awhile.
Like, you’re right. Weiss DID change her opinion. But was it through her own self-reflection or did she have another person (coughYANGcough) helping her see that she no longer had to *hide* behind the mirror reflection of herself that she had created?
If I remember correctly, they spent probably about twelve hours searching for her!! But that doesn’t include the alone time that Yang and Weiss had to themselves. And like, not only that you see BS & ND’s enter the fight at the docks, but not Freezerburn??!!! What were they doing? What did Yang say? What did Weiss say? How did they not hear/see the fight?!
We all know the outcome - but it would’ve been nice to see a little more interaction between the two. ;v;
"Yang?" A small voice called out through the silence of the night.
"Mm?" An almost groggy reply came through from the sleeping girl next to her.
It was only half past midnight, yet Weiss could not sleep. This had slowly become an occurance every time Yang, her loving girlfriend, had visited from Patch. Sure, long distance relationships were tough but the two made it work and they'd make it work until they could truly move in together.
"I've been thinking," Weiss began her voice low as to not wake anybody else in the house. It didn't help that they still lived in their respective childhood homes. Privacy seemed to be a privilege, not a right. It was a good thing Weiss's parents had been far too busy with their own things to ever complain about what Weiss was doing. "about how grateful I am to you. How patient you are with me."
"Mm?" A slight tone shift, along with Yang turning her body over to face Weiss, her eyes still closed however.
"We've been going out for about a year now. Truth be told, I never imagined a relationship like this... one that could feel so perfect in almost every way... one that I..." Weiss paused, trying to calculate her words as her voice seemed to tremble.
Yang now opened one eye and looked directly at Weiss who had been staring at the darkness the whole time. Only when Yang opened an eye is when her head turned, she noticed those stupidly beautiful lavender eyes sleepily eyeing her. Yang's brow seemed to furrow when they met. But she kept quiet, not wanting Weiss to lose her focus.
But this time, Weiss sat up clutching the covers. It was always cold in Atlas, but she was shivering for a different reason. "One that I... didn't feel forced to say those words."
Those words? What were those words, exactly? Yang had a feeling, but let Weiss continue on.
Yang sat herself up, level with Weiss. Still watching her very carefully as Weiss seemed to hide her face.
"You've never forced me to say anything I didn't want to say, or do anything I didn't want to do. It's funny...because every other person I've been with has made the point to say those words to me almost immediately. I never knew if it was the right thing to say at that time. But it's what they wanted to hear. It's what they wanted me to say." Weiss seemed to go on, and Yang as always listened on.
"But now I want to say it... because..."
"Because?" Yang softly repeated, finally letting Weiss know that she was here. To stay. For everything and anything.
"I wanted to let you know that I love you, Yang Xiao Long."
What felt like a long moment of silence filled the air. Was this too soon? A year of dating, and not once had they uttered those words to one another. Up until now, both of them had delayed those words. Not only for the sake of each other's feeling, but for their own.
It was Weiss who broke that unwritten truce between them. Had it been too much?
Instead, a small giggle escaped Yang.
"Yang?!"
"Weiss, you dolt - I love you too." Yang seemed to be now fully awake, grinning cheek to cheek. She chuckled at the stolen vocabulary choice from Weiss's own repertoire.
Weiss's heart seemed to jump. It was Weiss who said it first and she was sure of those feelings. Her heart was way too jittery and fluttery in this moment for those feelings and words not to be real.
"Don't- Don't laugh at me, I'm serious! I love you!" She rose her voice, but only a little. It felt so freeing to say those words.
Yang seemed to pull her down on top of her. "Princess," she muttered in a calm and gentle tone, "I'm serious too. I'm only laughing because I'm just so happy you said it. It feels good to hear it... but even better to feel it." Yang lifted up Weiss's face towards her, placing a soft and gentle kiss upon her lips.
Weiss wrapped her arms around Yang deepening the kiss. There was no doubt about it. Even after a year of searching her heart and fighting the doubts in her mind... that Weiss Schnee was undoubtedly in love with Yang Xiao Long.
And Yang Xiao Long was madly in love with Weiss Schnee.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 22/?
Fandom: RWBY
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Weiss Schnee/Yang Xiao Long, Weiss Schnee & Yang Xiao Long
Characters: Weiss Schnee, Yang Xiao Long, Ruby Rose, Pyrrha Nikos, Blake Belladonna, Sun Wukong (RWBY), Jaune Arc, Neptune Vasilias, Winter Schnee, Lie Ren, Nora Valkyrie, Taiyang Xiao Long
Additional Tags: mute character, ASL Character, Freezerburn - Freeform, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Modern AU, We're starting to angst up in here, Some Yangst AND Wangst, Slow Burn, I told you there would be YWANGST, Fluff and Angst, Fluffy Angst
Summary:
Her voice is lost. Nowhere to be found. Had she gotten rid of it? Was it something she no longer needed? Was she born like this? Weiss Schnee only knew the answer to these questions. As she, was a mute. A selective mute. Born and raised in Atlas, now the new kid in Vale and to Beacon Academy.
Yang Xiao Long wanted the answer to these questions, but it seems like Weiss isn't easy to get to know. But Yang is determined and will do everything in her power in order to get Weiss to open up. Even if that means learning Sign Language. However long it would take, Yang Xiao Long wouldn't give up easily in knowing the girl and who she was.
*Thinking face* WHAT ABOUT Weiss holding her finger too her lips, like, shushing herself. And Yang stood behind her, reaching round and holding her arm, as if she's trying to move it away.
That’s actually not a bad idea. But would Weiss be straight-faced? And Yang possibly grinning, smiling in a sense? I’m trying to imagine the sort of reach around that Yang would do so it wouldn’t cover Weiss’s face so much. >.<
