How about this, (I have no idea what I'm thinking it's way to early for this kind of thought) hole of team rwby being fluffy. Try just go and try it, ((p. S ladybug))
:3 My dear anon, if it’s whole team fluff you’re looking for, you’ll probably like my pollinationshipping tag. For now... werewolf au.
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She struggles to tell them every day just how much they mean, so used to keeping everything hammered down folded again and again because a slip meant a loss of control, and everything rushing out.
But they love her beast as they love their own, love her, and show her day by day that with all her faults and cracks that her ferocity is not always vice.
She hasn’t the words yet, cannot yet say what she wants to them, but she lies close in their little pile of four, and stays.
araneavalon replied to your post “…know what? hell. i’ve finished a final project, sopollination...”
Because I am a slut for angst Ruby and Yang being supportive sisters, and ladybug being the first to start dating in pollination if it's not all at once, Yang confessing that she's in love with Ruby's girlfriend. And Ruby trying to tell Yang that that's okay and reciprocated without outright saying it (she promised Blake), and without making Yang think that Blake's using her and triggering Yang's overprotective sister side.
So, strictly speaking, a focus on bumblebug! And it isn’t very angsty, given personal headcanons, and the other specifications. (As others will testify, often the best way to inspire me write angst is to give me a vague prompt.)
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When the thought first appears, Yang pushes it aside. Blake’s stunning, and Yang could sit and listen to her for hours, but she’s sure it breaks some sort of unspoken code to want to kiss your sibling’s girlfriend.
When it get’s really, really bad she mentions it to her dad, having no one better to really talk with.
He actually looks surprised, before he smiles, a crooked thing from the nostalgia seeping over its edges. “I wasn’t the only one who loved Summer.” His finger traces wood whorls before he adds, “The important thing is to be honest with each other always....Holding things back, usually just means it festers.”
So with that surprising (or maybe, not really?) piece of advice, Yang pulls Ruby aside for a sib talk, and lays it down. All planned out. The princess’d be proud.
Her thought after that, is why does her family keep smiling when she brings this topic up?
“It’s okay Yang!” Rubes chirps before she can ask, “We’re, well, we’ve talked, and me and Blake agreed on an open relationship! So, you could totally tell her if you want.”
Yang frowns, holds up her hand, mind clinging to Ruby’s words. “Hold a sec, just slow down Rubes: an open relationship? You agreed to that?”
Red blooms in their cheeks. “We both wanted it, actually.” They fiddle with the hood of their cape.
...Well. That’d explain the longing puppy stares after Weiss.
Ruby interrupts her thoughts again by holding her hands between their own. “You really should tell Blake. Like, it’s why you’ve been weird around her lately, right?”
Yang laughs sheepishly; it’s her face’s turn to burn. “Even you guessed, huh?”
“I’m your sib, I know what you look like when you like someone. But Blake doesn’t know, obviously. So you gotta tell her.”
“Fine, fine. But no laughing.”
Ruby gives a beatific smile, and presses a hand over their heart. “Promise.”
theoriginalmysteryincorporated replied to your post “…know what? hell. i’ve finished a final project, so pollination...”
blake and weiss arguing about who has to ride in the sidecar of yang's motorcycle while ruby and yang watch
“You got to ride behind last time.”
“If you recall, I won that privilege. You’re the one who decide to put it on the line for our bet. It’s my turn this time, properly, and I’m not betting it. My legs are sore.”
“Really? And mine aren’t? Come on, Weiss.”
Ruby followed the conversation physically, head turning as each spoke. “...I should really get my license soon, huh?”
“Eh, take your time, Rubes.” Yang slung her arm around them, grinned, stage-whispered, “It’s cute how they hold on tighter when they feel they’ve won it.”
Blake and Weiss whip around as one to glare. “Yang!”
If your doing ship requests I'd die for some polynation :3c
No enabler, of course. And three sentences. For the fun of it. :3 I’ll tag this later when I’m not on my phone.
-For years home has been cold stone and iron silence and fights that strike no skin but take Weiss’ chest apart, there is no gentle love, there is little and it parches her.
The love she’s known is to be strong enough to escape, to fend for yourself because no one will be there always for you, they can only do so much for you, so stand even if you are about to break because you must move on.
Three hearts come and take that from her, take apart the lies she’s learnt and lay her down amongst them and give her every truth they can share and oh, oh, how lovely it is to stay.
narfoonthenet replied to your post “…know what? hell. i’ve finished a final project, so pollination...”
1. Nice; 2. The exact moment when they all found out they were gay for each other
From the Two Hands AU.
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Blake comes to know Ruby and Yang more over and around Satie’s Gymnopedie No. 1, Weiss pensive as she admits, she couldn’t give a time to when she first started to love them, but knew all those years ago, when they came to her together and unfurled their feelings before her that the fear bunching their shoulders had no base. “I wouldn’t feel me, without them.” A wryness slides over her expression. “But don’t tell them I said so. It’ll go to their heads.”
The thought remains long after, whether the three have room for one more. The warmth that they share with her--chats that transform and never quite end, jabs that prod but do not break skin--Blake wants to melt and meld within it.
She holds her love quietly, and waits for a right time of telling.
see, you have let snow and ice turn to water, parted the clouds for the sun and the night sky to warm you in their rays and soothe your snow-blindness in the comforting dark, now the roses grow about you; land and sea and sky all sing in a key you are coming to know--
--take shelter in the memory, the faint imprint left when the world you were once of demands you back. storms abate in time, so keep your blade sharp for then.
excusemethatsnotcanon replied to your post: Weiss has been wearing a white gold ring. White...
one day when she ’s free she will turn the ring inside out, wear the colors of her family for the world to see and set it with a black opal to say that her love will never be hidden or denied again
White gold, of course, to sit amongst the silvers and blues and not draw the eye. To meld with the image of home that has been pressed upon her again.
But here is the part that only she and the jeweler know, from a day when she slipped quietly into their store, alone for the first time:
Three inner bands nestled against each other. Black gold. Gold. Rose gold. Ever so slightly off, from the colours she wants by her side. But close enough. Close enough, and kept close to her skin, save a few precious minutes before sleep.
