Title: Building a Reprise 2/? Word Count: 8,078 (15,131 total) Fandom: RWBY Characters: Ruby Rose, Weiss Schnee, Blake Belladonna, Yang Xiao Long Pairing: Ruby/Weiss (White Rose), Blake/Yang (background/established) Rating: Mature (future rating for depictions of action, character injury) Summary: A year after Salem’s fall, Team RWBY have reunited to take on a contract in Mantle. Between Ruby’s lingering crush on her partner and a Grimm forcing hunters to become the hunted, the mission hasn’t quite been the reunion she’d wished for. Things aren’t easy when so much has been unsaid between her and Weiss, though, and it’s going to get worse before it gets better. Chapter Summary: Team RWBY makes the most of their first night in Mantle, and with everything else going on in her life, Weiss feels as though she’s barely treading water.
Summary: As the year draws to a close, peace has finally dawned. The time for unity has arrived. In the Vytal festival, it is time for heroes to rise, bringing glory to their kingdoms. But as autumn dies, the first winds of winter blow over Remnant, chilling the hearts of the people; breathing doubt into their souls. Long-buried secrets will triumph, and every action will have a consequence. Ruby must reconcile herself with her own fate. Weiss struggles to escape her legacy. Blake cannot erase memories. Yang’s search leads her into more peril than ever— but none of them can outrun fate. Shadows turn on shadows, and bonds shatter as they are tested to the limit. For in dividing them, they will fall and burn; at the eye of the storm, no peace lasts forever. In the end and beginning of time, there is a place where the sun never rises, and the dead delight to teach the living. A great danger is rising from the darkness. It’s time to take sides. The final warning is coming. The first chill of winter is the most deadly; it is the chill that kills more than any other. The first betrayal is the most damaging; it is the act that shatters bonds of love and trust, crushing even the strongest heart, tearing teams apart.
The cold snap of the previous week had abated, and the wind that sloughed through the trees surrounding her home was brisk, but not too frigid. It allowed Yang to roll up the sleeve of her winter cloak, the other one hanging empty, flapping in the wind. She followed behind Sun, who was trotting along and babbling about one of Neptune’s experiences with water, but she suspected he was only talking for her benefit, to fill the silence.
Bumblebee was parked just outside a long scar of freshly turned earth from where Sun had skidded the cycle and come to a halt. As he turned the key in the ignition, the motorcycle purring to life, Yang walked to the mailbox— which, true to his word, was knocked slightly askew— and shoved the letter in before walking back and boarding it with him.
“You ready?” He shouted over the roar of the wheels, and she nodded, gripping the sides with her legs, her arm clenching onto Sun’s shoulder in the paroxysms of her fear.