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Winter's May

A little Winter Schnee/May Marigold fic for @rwbyrarepairweek

Rating: T

No major warnings

spoilers for the Vol9 animatic

Read on AO3

The sunset cast the sky into bloody hues. May trekked up the sand dunes, the memorial not far from the city’s gates, but she still cursed the shift of sand beneath her boots and lingering heat shimmering in the air. Her aura prevented sunburns, but the desert heatwaves still slowly sapped her reserves.

At the dune’s crest, she found a lone figure standing before the memorial—the focus of her search. The desert wind whipped white hair loose from its customary bun. May heaved a sigh. Even with aura, a Schnee’s pale ass was going to get skin cancer sooner rather than later. 

When she wasn’t fighting Grimm or attending secretive meetings with Qrow, that kid Oscar, and Headmaster Theodore, Winter was out here, staring at the memorial until exhaustion forced her back to the city or her scroll lit with another distress call.

May knew because she had been the one to drag Winter away the last five times. Stubborn godsdamned Atlesians. 

The rigid military posture didn’t twitch when May approached. She stopped just behind Winter. The wind hadn’t died down, and for a brief moment, May wondered if it were fueled by the maiden powers.

But Winter’s powers—her magic—always carried the crisp taste of fresh Solitas snowfall that made May’s breath catch and her heart yearn for Mantle. For home.

Home was long gone—buried under Atlas’s corpse according to Robyn and Qrow’s report—but Winter remained in front of her. More in body than in mind, as Winter still hadn’t acknowledged May’s presence.

May sighed again and crossed her arms. “Are we really doing this routine again?”

Now Winter flinched. In another life, May would have smirked at getting a reaction out of a Schnee, but now her heart ached. Her arms dropped, and she placed one hand on Winter’s shoulder.

“C’mon, it doesn’t do anyone any good for you to be standing out here. Being a Huntress means getting some sleep. Can’t fight Grimm if you pass out.”

Huntress. They were both Huntresses, and May would remind Winter she didn’t have to be a soldier or even a Maiden. They were both more than what Atlas had made them.

May moved to stand beside Winter, but caught sight of thick, dark words that defaced the memorial. Her stomach dropped.

DON’T COME BACK.

Winter’s handwriting. May knew those tight lines even when mutated into a scrawl by anger. By grief.

“Winter, I . . .”

What words could offer as comfort? May found none. They had both lost their homes, but brick and mortar could be rebuilt. Winter had lost her sister. 

Henry had survived the fall of Atlas, but the blood relations May had lost didn’t compare. They weren’t her family, and she didn’t mourn them. The Happy Huntresses were all the family she needed, and simply imaging the loss of Fiona, Joana, and Robyn tore a hole inside her heart.

“This is not a situation where everyone wins.”

One of the last things May had spoken to the heiress, a harsh reality May had thought Weiss and the other kids hadn’t understood. But while May had been right in her words, she had been wrong about about the kids. They were Huntresses as well, and if they couldn’t save everyone, they had still sacrificed their lives to save as many people as they could.

“Let’s just go.”

Winter finally turned away form the memorial, and May opened her arms. Winter collapsed into them without a sound. They held each other until the sun set and left them in the dark.

[bridgyrose]

Because Wicked is everywhere now.. May and Winter do Loathing from the musical as an extra credit for class. (It was the only song they could agree on)

“I still dont see why we have to do this,” Winter said as she sat down and looked over the music she’d been given. “We wouldnt need extra credit if you had just done your part of the project.” 

May rolled her eyes. “And I told you that I *had* done my part, but a grimm tore it and my pack when I went beyond the wall.” 

“And that’s a lousy excuse!” 

“Its still the truth. Besides, I only agreed to this song because you know it.” 

“If I knew I was going to need to perform it, I wouldnt have picked it! Its just a guilty pleasure, nothing more!” 

May started to skim the lyrics and the music, almost cringing as she silently read them. Sure, it was a great song for a play, but for just a duet performance… this wasnt anything she’d have thought to pick at all. “Well, we have to start somewhere. Maybe we can skip the intro and start with the next few lines after that.” 

“No, if we’re going to do this right, we’re going to start from the beginning.” Winter cleared her throat, her voice cracking a bit as she started. “My dearest, darlingest Momsie and Popsicle.” 

“I never thought I’d hear you say that,” May said as she hid a snicker. “It really makes you sound like a spoiled rich girl!” 

“Shut it and read the next line.” 

May nodded and started to look over the lyrics again. “My dear father.” 

“There’s been some confusion over rooming here,” they both spoke at once as they continued. May couldnt help but let a smile across her lips. “That certainly puts it mildly for our situation too.” 

“Will you please behave?” Winter snapped at her. “We have to do this right.” 

“Fine fine, but lets start here.” May cleared her throat, almost starting to sing as she read the line she wanted to start with. “There’s been some confusion, for my roommate is-” 

“Quite peculiar,” Winter answered back. 

“Blonde,” May grinned. “Though I think that’s only because she likes to dye her hair.” 

“I told you to take this seriously.” 

“And I am.” 

“Then show me.” 

“Fine.” May smiled and helped Winter up. “But this might be better if you stand.” 

A blushed crossed Winter’s cheeks for a moment as she looked over the next few lines. “What is this feeling, so sudden and new?” 

“I felt the moment I laid eyes on you?” May sang as she pulled Winter close. 

“My pulse is rushing.” 

“My head is reeling.” 

“My face is flushing.” 

“What is this feeling, fervid as a flame? Does it have a name? Yes-” 

May grinned and pulled Winter into a dip as she brought her voice to a whisper as she continued. “Loathing. Unadulterated loathing.” 

“Your face.” 

“Your voice.” 

Winter cleared her throat. “Your clothing.” 

“Lets just say I loathe it all,” May spoke more than sang as she brought Winter up and started to dance with her. “Every little trait, however small, makes my very flesh begin to crawl.” 

“With simple, utter loathing there’s a strange exhilaration.” 

The smile on May’s face started to deepen as she heard Winter’s voice start to waver. “In such total detestation its so pure, its so strong.” 

“Though I do admit it came on fast.” 

“Still I believe it can last.” 

“And I will be loathing.” 

“Loathing you my whole life long,” May practically whispered in Winter’s ear.

Winter pulled away once the dance had stopped, clearing her throat and looking away to hide the blush on her cheeks. “I think we’re done here.” 

“We still have more song to go,” May pointed out. “I thought you wanted to do this right and have me take this seriously.” 

“We’ll just have to take our chances tomorrow.” 

May smiled a bit to herself as she watched Winter walk off, a blush crossing her own cheeks. That had been exactly how it started. She loathed Winter for everything. Her clothes, her voice, the fact that she’d been born the gender she’d wanted to be. But this feeling she had now, it wasnt loathing. At least, not entirely. And it was a feeling she knew Winter had too.

[forthill]

[avi-draws]

Hellbore's ref! :D piggy lad. He's got a permanent flame cloak enchantment from the bracelet melted onto his wrist. lesson learned, don't reach into lava guys.

[eviestevie-nametaken]

“I buried my sister today.”

I haven’t even gotten to the Vacuo part of What’s in A Name? But omg omg a birthday gift from @lyddieowl I’m exploding been living off my own crumbs then I get a full MEAL GAH anyways I’m normal about them

[toysoldiers-rwby]

im eyeing all the “but what about all the employees who lost their job” people

ya what are YOU doing about it?

how about you STOP BEING PERFORMATIVE and go support them on their personal stuff.

And I’m speaking from someone from Hawaii. A minority from a place illegally occupied. A place where we have to slut out our culture to appease and appeal to the majority (yay Tourism). If Hawaii were to get real and actually show how TIRED we’re all of you haoles taking advantage of us we’d rot. What do yall think is happening with the survivors oh Lahania’s Wild Fire. Yall performative asses ditched them immediately.

But back to “sad that the abused workers at Roosterteeth are unemployed and free from abuse”

Seriously DO SOMETHING to help them if your so sad. it cost $0 to watch them on twitch. or comment on their post saying “I like [RVB, Deathbattle. etc] I’d watch more if you and a few others made it again” AND ACTUALLY DO IT. because empty promises is part of yknow being preformative

and part of not being performative is doing your own homework

But i doubt yall will because RT was the company that built itself on being performative. And yall are fans of that.

FNDM wants more RWBY from the people who tries to work their animators through the Texas freeze. 🥶 🥶

[eviestevie-nametaken]

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Chapter 17! It’s Schneeblings central because Schnee angst drives me insane