Our Spring won't die out~ RWBY series
If you haven't read my first two books on the RWBY then you won't get this
If you haven't read my first two books on the RWBY then you won't get this
Following the events of "White Rose Tea" and "Bright Lights and Bumblebee", Ruby, Weiss, Blake and Yang are finally united. But as the younger pair try to endure the prejudice that comes with their sexuality, and the general awkwardness of being in a relationship for the first time, and the elder trying to mend a slig...
Ruby accidentally messed up and got onto Weiss's bad side. See how the lovable young girl tries to get on the Ice Queen's good side again.
"Whoa Weiss! Your hands are freezing!" Weiss automatically switched to defense mode. She didn't want to hear this again, especially not from her leader. A little headcanon of mine for Weiss. More white rose because it will forever remain my otp
"This is the problem with your type of people. Always pretending to be okay when you're obviously not." "And this is the problem with your type. Always butting in." Fairly senseless white rose fluff. Story for HauntingHydrex
When Ruby Rose and Roman Torchwick first meet, something happens that neither one of them wants to admit to. Where will it take them? What will happen between them? Will they find happiness, or will they be torn apart?
AU I thought of in December I remembered and now I'm writing for it. Of course white rose because I'm oblivious af. Fluffy fluffeh fluff~
A RWBY Fanfiction Weiss x Ruby and maybe a little Bumblebee later on Note - This is my first story ever so I don't think it'll be amazing -I did not create any of these characters all characters belong to RoosterTeeth-
I've been feeling like writing some white rose, so I'll be writing cute little pieces for them. Not really any plot, and I swear this time, no angst!
"The White Stag had been open for a while now. The fashionable, almost boutique coffee shop, like all coffee shops, had its regular customers. The ones that grabbed something quickly on the way to work. The ones that came daily during their lunch break...There was even a writer who sat for hours in the back corner by...