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The first time Blake asks Weiss out for coffee, she thinks nothing of it.
Team RWBY go on plenty of outings together, now that they won the war. There would always be a need for Huntresses to protect the people of Remnant, but without the threat of Salem, the girls are able to live normally again. A one on one isn’t strange at all.
Weiss enjoys Blake’s company, and gladly goes with her to a charming little café that has heavenly imported beans. They sit at an intricate round table on the sidewalk in front of the shining café window, enjoying rays of sunshine and making pleasant conversation.
Blake listens attentively to Weiss explaining her refined taste in coffee, and how these particular beans offer a wonderful rich flavor far superior to others. The faunus sips her tea with a small smile on her lips, her black ears flicking towards the girl across from her. Weiss’s ponytail flows in loose white waves over her shoulder.
Blake’s gentle laugh and the way her golden eyes squeeze shut make Weiss momentarily stare. She shakes it off, making an active effort to drag her lingering gaze away from Blake’s form fitting croptop.
The conversation continues, this time with Blake describing a favorite tea of hers from Menagerie.
“This tea has been the closest to it I’ve tasted in Vale yet,” Blake says, running a fingertip along the rim of her cup. Her smile feels like a warm ray of sun directly on Weiss’s heart. “Thank you.”
Blake’s hand folds over top of Weiss’s as smoothly as if it'd always belonged there. Weiss prays her cheeks haven’t turned beet-red. She makes a mental note to order some special tea from Menagerie for Blake, no matter the price.
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The following weekend, Yang invites Weiss on a ride. Weiss is sure to wear tall boots and a jacket, and she fusses with her skirt while waiting for Yang to pick her up on the side of the road. She feels foolish, acting like a nervous girl about to go on a date.
Weiss angrily pushes the thought from her mind. Yang is her dear friend. Besides, Yang and Blake had been dating ever since their time in the Ever After. It was long overdue, with how the pair always lingered next to each other, staring when they thought the other wasn’t looking. It was obvious to everyone but them that they liked each other.
Now, Blake and Yang are a beautiful couple. They balance each other out, complimenting each other perfectly, both in and out of battle. Whenever the two girls are together they are always leaning against the other, stealing kisses without a care for who might see.
Weiss is happy for them. She’s happy for them! It’s unfair of her to feel an unpleasant tightness in her chest whenever she sees the two of them gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes like the rest of the world doesn’t exist. It’s best for everyone, including herself, if Weiss never addresses her feelings. Liking both of them at once, and not having a chance with either, feels like self flagellation, anyhow.
Weiss sighs moodily. The sky is an inky black blanket overhead with the falling of night. A familiar engine roar alerts Weiss to Yang’s approach before she even sees the sleek yellow bike coasting towards her. It pulls to a stop right in front of Weiss and Yang tosses her mane of blonde hair. Still straddling the bike, Yang flashes a crooked smile and extends a hand to the shorter girl.
“M’lady,” Yang says cheekily. “Your chariot has arrived.”
Weiss rolls her eyes but takes Yang’s hand with a smile. The blonde’s strong grip hoists Weiss into the seat behind her. Weiss’s stomach flutters and she hopes it’s just the vibrations of the engine rumbling through her body.
“Where are we going?” Weiss yells over the noise.
“You’ll see!” Yang grins and revs the engine suddenly. “Hold on tight!”
Weiss barely has time to throw her arms around Yang’s middle before the bike speeds off into traffic. At first, her heart hammers in her chest, but soon the steady warmth of Yang’s body and the wind whipping through her hair has Weiss grinning brightly as well. She presses against Yang’s back, slotting perfectly together in a way that makes Weiss giddy.
They zoom through the city streets, chasing the wind and their own whoops of excitement. Weiss throws a glyph out on a particularly sharp corner and Yang doesn’t hesitate in flying over it, rocketing down the street with a cheer. Weiss laughs out loud.
They eventually pull to a stop at the top of a steep hill, just on the edge of the city where it’s quiet and dark save for a few tall lamps. Yang kills the engine and the noise of their breaths intermingle with the distant sounds of city nightlife. Yang hops off the bike and Weiss follows her onto the grass. Yang plops down, places her jacket on the grass, and pats the spot next to her.
“Thank you.” Weiss folds her legs beneath her and sits.
“Don’t wanna get grass stains on your white dress, I'd never hear the end of it.”
“How thoughtful of you,” Weiss deadpans.
Yang’s chuckle rings out into the night. Weiss averts her gaze.
She gasps.
“Oh wow,” Weiss breaths in awe.
“Cool spot, right?” Yang leans back on an arm and watches Weiss take in the sight of the city below, all its lights glittering like a huge starry lake.
“It’s beautiful.”
“Yeah,” Yang agrees, still staring at Weiss, “it’s a real nice view.”
They sit and chat like that for a while, enjoying the pleasantly cool night air and each other’s company. Yang’s loud laughter fills Weiss with a fuzzy weightlessness. Weiss could sit and listen to Yang talk for hours, she loved the sound of the other girl’s voice.
When Yang drops Weiss off back home, she walks her to her door.
“Thanks for coming out tonight,” Yang says.
Weiss opens her mouth to respond with some clever quip, but whatever she was about to say scatters when Yang gently takes her hand. Yang lifts Weiss's hand and presses a kiss to her knuckles.
“Good night, princess.” With a smirk, Yang hops back onto her bike and drives off, leaving Weiss standing with her mouth agape.
Did that really just happen? What was that? She’s never done that before. What the heck just happened?! A kiss? It surely doesn’t mean anything, right?
A cacophony of thoughts swirl in Weiss’s mind for the rest of the night. She presses her face into her pillow and fails to not replay the moment Yang’s lips touched her hand over and over.
Weiss doesn’t get much sleep.
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The next time team RWBY meet up to go on a Huntress mission, Yang acts as casually as ever, as if nothing happened. Weiss didn’t know whether to feel relieved or disappointed, so she settled for confused.
Blake waves to Weiss from where she stands with Yang’s arm draped around her waist. Weiss returns the gesture, forcing a smile.
She wonders if Blake would be upset about Yang kissing her hand. A deep root of guilt and discomfort lodges itself in Weiss’s chest. The last thing she wants is for either of them to be upset, especially with each other.
It was nothing, Weiss decides. She raises her chin high and follows her teammates into the Forever Fall forest to track down reports of mysterious sightings, Ruby leading the way.
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Blake asks Weiss out to the café again and Weiss only hesitates for a moment before accepting. It wouldn’t be fair to push Blake away just because of Weiss’s own befuddled feelings. Friends show affection to each other all the time! Weiss is the one applying some underlying meaning to it due to her own repressed feelings. Yang would never betray Blake in that way.
After drinking their respective coffee and tea, Blake and Weiss go shopping. The sun is bright overhead as they step into a boutique. Blake’s ears flatten slightly peering around at the expensive clothes.
“My treat.” Weiss pats her handbag reassuringly. Blake relaxes, smiling and rolling her eyes.
“You don’t have to pay for everything, you know,” Blake says, leafing through some shimmery purple tops. “We work the same job.”
“Habit,” Weiss replies with a shrug. She was more than happy to treat Blake to fine things.
They both catch the way the woman behind the desk glares at Blake—at Blake’s cat ears—as the girl’s fingers brush different shirts and dresses. Weiss stalks right up to the desk.
“Hi, excuse me, is there a problem?” Weiss pops her hip out.
The squat woman narrows her eyes. “No problem, miss.”
Weiss doesn’t back down. “Then why are you giving my friend such a dirty look?”
The woman raises her nose at Weiss despite being shorter than her.
“We don’t want window shoppers, miss. Only customers that can afford to buy.” The clerk glares pointedly at Blake.
Blake’s ears flatten angrily. She’s steps up beside Weiss and crosses her arms, fixing the woman with her fiery golden gaze.
“You think a Huntress,” Weiss motions to Blake, “can’t afford these overpriced dollar store atrocities?”
Blake’s ear flicks in amusement upon seeing the woman’s jaw drop at the insult. Blake slides her hand into Weiss’s.
“I think we’ll take our business somewhere more classy,” Blake says smoothly. Weiss turns away and follows her out onto the street with a “hmph!”
“The nerve of some people!” Weiss wrinkles her nose, a familiar expression she makes when angry that Blake finds adorable.
“I know a good shop nearby run by faunus, if you want to go there instead?” Blake offers.
Weiss agrees and they walk there together, enjoying the nice weather. Weiss barely even notices that Blake holds her hand the whole way.
The shop is small but crammed with art and color and a gorgeous variety of clothes, both with and without alterations for features like tails and wings. The girls try on several outfits the other picks out for them, hitting a pose in the door of the single changing room to the applause of their friend and the owner.
Weiss comes out in short dress with a long sheer glittering skirt. She does a twirl, delighting in the way it sparkles like fresh snow around her bare legs.
Blake claps happily, pleased with her pick for Weiss.
“You look beautiful!” Blake beams. Weiss turns her head and puts her hand over her face like she’s posing, but really she's trying to hide the blush there.
“I’ll add this one to the pile,” Weiss says.
In they end Weiss ends up buying the dress and a cute fuzzy crop jacket for herself, and for Blake she gets a black dress with a slit that climbs up to the hip, a lavender top, a new pair of boots, and a hair ribbon that she ties in a small bow at the base of one of her cat ears.
They leave the store with their bags in tow, hand in hand. The long ribbons in Blake’s hair flutter in the breeze.
They each call rides home. Blake’s arrives first, and the faunus girl turns to say goodbye to Weiss.
“I had a lot of fun today,” Blake says. “Goodbye, Weiss.”
Once more, Weiss is unable to reply as Blake’s delicate fingers brush a loc of white hair behind Weiss’s ear. She leans in and kisses Weiss’s cheek.
“M-me too,” Weiss stammers, blushing. Blake giggles and slips into the backseat of the car, vanishing from sight as it drives away.
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Weiss was at a loss. She felt like she was going insane trying to make sense of Blake and Yang’s behavior.
She tried to convince herself she was just misinterpreting friendly affection, but as the weeks went on it got harder and harder to brush off.
A stray compliment here, a brush of fingertips there, a head resting on her shoulder, a lingering hug, a kiss to her forehead—it keeps adding up! From both Blake and Yang; it feels like they are flirting with her, but it's never overt enough for Weiss to tell. Weiss starts to wonder if somehow they were both... cheating on each other... with her.
The idea is too preposterous for Weiss to take seriously, but she is just about losing her mind when the three of them are hanging out at a job board waiting for Ruby to arrive. Their surroundings are empty save for a few people down at the end of the street exiting a shop.
A gust of wind sends flower petals from a nearby tree fluttering around them. Blake smiles serenely, catching a few pink petals in her open palm to show Yang. Yang cocks her head and pinches one between her fingertips, holding it up next to Weiss’s face.
Weiss eyes her curiously when she sees a mischievous spark in the blonde’s lavender eyes.
“Look, it’s the same color!” Yang says.
Weiss furrows her brow and scoffs. Is she saying Weiss put on too much blush or something?
But then Yang tips Weiss’s chin up with a hand, her thumb resting just below Weiss’s bottom lip.
“You're way prettier though, of course~” Yang purrs with a lopsided smile.
“Now it is the same color!” Blake giggles, pointing to Weiss’s blushing face.
Yang winks.
Weiss stammers and pulls away from Yang, jumping back a few steps to distance herself. Yang blinks in surprise.
“I can't take it anymore!” Weiss shouts, waving her fists in frustration. Blake and Yang exchange worried glances.
“Sorry, Weiss. I was only teasing...” Yang’s face falls. Blake nods, clasping her hands over her heart.
“I don’t understand what’s going on! You both keep... doing things! Are you f-flirting with me? And now doing it in front of each other?” Weiss paces in front of them. “I don't want to be the thing that ruins your relationship, I care about you both so much!”
Blake and Yang’s hearts drop upon seeing tears well in Weiss’s eyes.
“Whoah, whoah! How would you ruin our relationship?” Yang reaches for Weiss but stops herself.
“Because you're flirting with someone else. Isn’t that cheating?”
Blake’s eyes widen. “You think we’re cheating on each other? No! Why would you—?” Blake’s expression shifts into an accusatory glare directed at Yang.
“Yang, you did tell Weiss, didn’t you?” Blake crosses her arms over her chest.
Yang looks taken aback.
“Me? I thought you did!”
“I told you to!”
“I figured you wanted to do it, since you suggested it in the first place.”
“I never said I was going to tell her, I assumed you already did.”
“And this whole time I thought you told her!”
Weiss was following their argument with eyes darting back and forth, her bewilderment growing by the second.
“What are you two talking about?!” Weiss interrupts. “Tell me what?”
Blake and Yang look at her bashfully as if suddenly remembering she was still there. They fall uncharacteristically quiet, blushing and shifting from foot to foot.
“Um, oh...”
“We, uh...”
Both of Weiss’s teammates stammer. Then they gather their words and bravery and declare in unison:
“We like you!”
Weiss blinks dully. “Yes, I like you two as well.”
Blake steps forward and takes one of Weiss’s hands. “No, we like you Weiss.”
“Yeah, we've both had a crush on you for a while. Soooo...” Yang’s easy smile returns, though she wears a cute nervous flush on her face.
“So we decided to ask you out,” Blake finishes. “We’ve been going on dates with you.”
Weiss glances down at Blake’s hand, then to her face, then to Yang.
“You both... what? But you’re... dating each other, how can you...?”
“It’s like what Jaune and Nora and Ren have going on,” Yang supplies with a shrug.
Weiss stands silently processing for a long moment, until her face suddenly turns bright red.
“Y-you... Both of you? And me?”
Blake laughs and nods. Yang grins and takes Weiss’s other hand, peppering a kiss to her knuckles.
“Sorry, I thought it was obvious I was flirting,” Yang says.
Weiss pulls her hands back to cover her face with a loud groan.
“Oh my god...” she moans unhappily. “I’m such a dolt.”
“Do you... feel the same way about us?”
“Yes! Yes, of course I do!” Weiss stomps her foot on the ground. “I can’t believe I’ve been dating both of you for weeks and didn’t know! Gah!”
“Hey, we’ve got plenty of time to make up for it!” Yang shoots Blake a look silently. Blake nods her assent.
“Can we kiss you?” Yang asks Weiss.
Weiss nearly stops breathing. Another breeze gently whistles through creaking branches and sends a gentle rain of pink petals around the three girls.
“Y-yes. Just please catch me if I faint.”
Yang sweeps Weiss up in her strong arms and pulls her close, leaning down to meet her. Weiss stands on her tiptoes and melts into Yang’s kiss. Her fluffy gold hair tickles Weiss’s cheek. She tastes sweet with a hint of pepper like she’d been eating spicy candy recently.
Despite it lasting only a few precious moments, Weiss pulls away breathless and dizzy. Yang swipes her thumb across Weiss’s bottom lip and pushes the shorter girl into Blake’s waiting embrace.
Blake’s eyes are pools of warm liquid sunlight as she looks at Weiss with a gentle smile. Her beauty steals Weiss’s breath away.
Blake tilts her head and her lips meet Weiss’s in a gentle caress. The black-haired faunus cards her fingers through Weiss’s long soft white hair, before looping her arms around her shoulders.
The kiss breaks, and the three girls stand holding hands with each other in a ring. Weiss has never felt happier.
“Hey guys! Sorry I’m late, I got caught up—!” Ruby’s voice cuts into an over-exaggerated gasp. Her three teammates turn to regard her arrival. Ruby’s eyes dart between their red faces and linked hands.
Weiss’s eyes widen. She pulls away from Blake and Yang, but it’s too late.
Ruby drops the bag she’s holding as her hands fly to her cheeks. She let’s out an overjoyed squeal and charges towards them in a blur of rose petals.
“WHAT DID I WALK IN ON? OH MY GOSH!” Ruby yells in Weiss’s ear, clinging to her in a crushing hug.
“Your big sis just got a second girlfriend.” Yang flexes her robotic arm. She pops her sunglasses on. Blake snorts and elbows her softly.
“We cleared up a little miscommunication,” Blake says.
Ruby releases Weiss and latches onto Yang instead, who easily swings her around, laughing. Blake squeezes Weiss’s shoulder, offering an affectionate smile. Weiss’s stomach flutters.
“Girlfriend, huh?” Weiss says under her breath. Blake grins.
“Girlfriend,” she affirms. Blake grabs Weiss’s hand. They turn to watch Yang and Ruby play-fighting.
Standing amongst her team, her friends, her girlfriends, her family— Weiss has never felt more surrounded by love.