#i lov them very much.. the uncle and niece ever

[sunnysssol]

two knightleys :)

[kannra21]

Heya! just for fun, whats the wildest/funniest headcanon that you have for dabi or any of your fave bhna characters? 😁

Heyy ❤️ I'm not rly good at this stuff so I decided to write some theories and hcs that I actually liked so here you go-

- Monoma and Toga are related in some way. They're not that similar so I assume that they're further relatives. However, this doesn't make Monoma a traitor. I also think that Toga should be adopted by Vlad King so he could help her with her Quirk and her obsession with blood.

- Hawks has bird traits and he shows them on accident. There are certain traits he's embarrassed of but there's also stuff that makes him feel better about himself. He's never been in a relationship bc of HPSC but he's a helpless romantic.

- Dabi drives a motorcycle. Everyone assumes that he listens to trash metal when rly he only listens to sad rock bc he's a sad man. He cries when ppl are soft with him, he rarely experiences kindness. He avoids lov bc he's afraid of getting attached; they're all meant to die at some point so he doesn't want to suffer more than what he already does.

- Kaminari is not book smart but damn if he isn't smart in other ways. He knows the labour standards act, he pulls brainy jokes, he reads books, he expresses himself nicely, he draws pretty and plays an instrument. And he's a people pleaser above everything else.

- Since Dark Shadow is technically it’s own being, we can assume that Monoma would go through various scenarios when copying Tokoyami's Quirk; 1) Dark Shadow is attracted to humble souls and therefore shall obey em. If he comes across Monoma he'd refuse him. 2) Dark Shadow accepts him but Monoma would turn emo. 3) Monoma manages to copy Dark Shadow but then they fight each other. 4) Monoma gives him apples and Dark Shadow accepts him. 5) Monoma manages to copy Dark Shadow but Dark Shadow doesn't know how to respond to him because he doesn't trust him. He knows Tokoyami since he was a kid. 6) Dark Shadow doesn't like Monoma because he can't afford him all the darkness he's so found of. 7) Monoma manages to copy Dark Shadow but then Dark Shadow goes wild and drags Monoma everywhere because he doesn't know how to control him. 8) Dark Shadow obeys Monoma but shows clear signs of discomfort. 9) Monoma can't copy Dark Shadow. 10) Dark Shadow defies Monoma's commands and gradually takes over his body like with Tokoyami in ch79. 11) Monoma copies Dark Shadow and Dark Shadow obeys him. 12) Dark Shadow controls Monoma and not the other way around. 13) Monoma falls into a shock because he copied something alive. 14) Dark Shadow consumes negative emotions from Monoma and becomes larger and stronger. 15) Can Dark Shadow drain emotions? Monoma could easily end up in a hospital or a mental institution.

- Monoma and Aoyama are good friends ever since Monoma complimented him in the light novels (BNHA Light Novel vol3, ch3).

- Bakugou has hearing problems but he's not deaf. He never let anyone enter his dorm room bc he has just as much AM merch as Deku and it's embarrassing.

- Ms. Joke is not as happy irl. She's just wearing a facade to make others happy even when she's not. + There's no way Aizawa isn't aware of it bc they share some history and we never got the exact details from Horikoshi.

- Geten would be so much cooler if he was a girl and the fandom would simp for him just like they did for Lady Nagant but no one is ready for that debate.

- Dad for one is true. He wants to possess Shigaraki and for Yoichi to possess Deku so he and his bro could continue their war with healthy and strong bodies.

- Hagakure loves body paint, especially the glowing one. Since outfits stand out on her the most, she was thinking ab pursuing her career in modeling.

- Natsuo's mouse girlfriend is secretly a badass. Look, I just want to see more girl characters in this series.

- Shigaraki would be the best boyfriend bc he never loved anything, so loving someone for the first time would make you a special person. He's v insecure ab his looks and doubts himself in whether he actually deserves you. He's the type of guy to turn from cold blooded to the most loving person. But if you ever cheat on him he won't hesitate to disintegrate you.

- Villain Deku and Toga would have Joker and Harley Quinn vibes but healthy.

- Dabi eats at Cracker Barrel. He's a common guest there and he always takes Giran's money so they wouldn't throw him out. The waitress can't believe how much bacon this mysterious man can eat.

- Hawks loves when you massage him at the base of his wings. He loves you so much for it.

- Miruko is a gamer and her and Shigaraki play together without having the slightest idea that it's actually them. One day they decided to meet each other bc they became good friends and when they stood there in Kiyashi Ward Shopping Mall it was rly awkward.

- Tokoyami and Aoyama get along rly well and Aoyama paints their nails in their dorm rooms.

- Dabi is jealous bc Re-Destro supports Geten all the time and it's the same mentality except Endeavor never supported Dabi. Geten likes to tease him ab it.

- Todoroki is no.1 Yaoyorozu simp. He's not aware that it became obvious.

- Aizawa realized his dream despite Midnight not being alive anymore. He got a cat tower for his hero agency that he always wished for (Vigilantes ch65). Sushi is alive but still very old. Midnight boys (Vigilantes ch6.5) are still visiting her grave despite having different lives now.

- Fuyumi hasn't dated anyone bc Endeavor would kill them. He has the audacity to play a strict parent (BNHA Light Novel vol2, ch4) when he never looked towards Fuyumi's and Natsuo's general direction for years. He actually doesn't have anything against Hawks but if he ever called him "dad" it would give him shivers.

- We all know that Shigaraki lives from Mountain Dew, Doritos and pure spite. However, he treats Toga nicely bc he wishes he had similar relationship with Hana.

- When it's rly hot outside Hawks fluffs up his wings so he could let go of some heat. Everyone wants to pet his fluffy wings and the heat returns. Poor guy.

- Dabi called Compress "dad" at some point and he's regretting it bc Compress is now unironically calling him "son".

- Shigaraki and Spinner used to play games on the same TV which afo used to contact them and whenever he wanted to talk, the screen turned black and the guys would complain.

- Compress misses the time when Kurogiri used to be around.

- Giran is a cool uncle that has a sweet niece and he loves her v much but bc he's a bad guy working with the bad guys, he's not visiting anymore but sends her nice gifts.

- Yaoyorozu family owns a weapon company bc this is the only explanation why she knows how to create a canon.

- Jirou and her dad play guitars and sing in their music studio whenever Jirou feels off. Her dad is a dork and he always makes her smile. Jirou has the best dad.

- Kaminari's mom is a hero (Heroes Rising movie).

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hc+ kids

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okay this is straightforward. lance loves kids. loves being an uncle, loves being a godfather, and would LOV E to be a father one day. Lance is free and fun loving now, and many people I think underestimate how responsible he can be when the situation calls for it. while they were hesitant at first, Lance’s older brothers and sisters actually trust Lance with their kids. there is no one else they would leave them with except for their gramma, and the kids ADORE Lance to bits as much as he adores them. he has the energy to keep them entertained and happy, while also has the critical eye to make sure they’re careful and can put his foot down if they start to fight. he sticks to the schedule when they need one, and is sure to actually feed them REAL food ( yes he makes them eat their veggies). when his nieces or nephews are left with him, lance goes all out for them, and there’s no doubt in my mind that Lance as a father would give his very life for them. 

as he’s with voltron now, he misses his little kids, he misses their silliness and their innocence, misses their blunt and hurtful observations, just misses the feeling of someone looking at HIM like he’s their hero. sometimes, lance thinks they’re the only people who will ever see something worthy in him. 

[moonsandstar-s]

The Final Warning - Chapter XXXII

Chapter XXXII - Winter Turning 

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. AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7745314/chapters/23362938 Weiss

Weiss shivered as the airship touched down on the northeast coast of Vale, the body of the ship shuddering as it ruddered towards its landing.

“Stop shivering,” Yang snapped, her voice soaked with irritation. “It’s not even cold in here.” She seemed antsy, on edge; she kept drumming her prosthetic fingers against the window of the airship, creating a repetitive clicking sound that drilled into Weiss’s mind annoyingly. But it wasn’t hard to guess what she was thinking about, and Weiss didn’t blame her; she couldn’t get her mind off of her partner, either.

They departed the airship, and Weiss circled around to the front of the dock as Yang went to the back to get her motorcycle from the luggage-holder of the ship. She came back soon enough, lugging it behind her and looking distinctly frazzled from the influx of people.  

They both hopped on the cycle, and Yang didn’t gun the engine, but she drove it slowly, and they weaved out of the crowd of people leaving the airships and swerved onto a road that wound away towards the distant shadow of the city. Cars slowly drove on their flanks, avoiding the patches of ice that dotted the road.

“Do you think we’re doing the right thing?” Yang asked abruptly, her voice almost lost in the wind. Weiss could see her stiffen ever-so slightly.

Flummoxed, Weiss ducked her head, trying to get out of the biting wind. “Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know.” She gripped the handlebars, segueing into another lane and speeding up. “You know me. A lot of the things I do are done in moments of blind passion and emotion… and I usually end up regretting them later. The Vytal Tournament, trying to save Blake’s life, coming to find you…. this is just another thing I did out of an emotion I felt. Determination, I guess. But I can’t help but worry if it’s another decision I’ll regret.”

Feeling awkward— she had never been good at comforting others, not when her go-to was scathing sarcasm— she said, “If going to find your sister and the girl you lov—lost,” she tacked on hastily, noticing how Yang had bowed her head at the word ‘love’, “is something you feel you might regret, then of course you don’t have to do it… but it’s the right decision, Yang. You could have stayed at Patch, surely, and spent your life wallowing there— but you’d have always wished for better, if I know you. You would always be pondering the ‘what-ifs’. And even if you do end up regretting it… you saved me. You got me out of Atlas. Maybe you didn’t succeed in saving Blake, but you did a good thing, the right thing, when you came for me. If what I’ve heard about your mother from Ruby is true… you’re a far better person that she is, in any case. You didn’t give up on your team.”

“Thank you,” Yang said very quietly, before pulling the motorcycle around and swinging it into a dirt lot in front of a run-down store. “We’re here. I’ll go inside and restock, you can fill up the tank, and then we’ll be on our way.”

She hopped off, parking the cycle and striding across the earthy lot, puffs of dust billowing up in her wake. As Yang disappeared into the shop, Weiss looked up. A murder of crows were swooping overhead, calling out their harsh, raucous cries into the dawning day, and she remembered Ruby and Yang’s uncle, who had fought her sister so long ago. Qrow. He’d seemed dark and restless, and Weiss could sense the same restlessness, the same searching longing, inside of his niece, Yang. Yang had acquired a guarded loneliness, like a lone wolf, and Weiss feared that it might never be extinguished.

Turning her mind to more hopeful thoughts, she thought of Ruby’s eyes, her laugh, her hope, and a pang of longing went through her, filling the Bond that was not yet shut down or broken. A pang of sadness echoed back to Weiss— Ruby’s sadness.

I’m coming for you, Ruby, she breathed out on a longing exhale, looking up at the sun, and wondering if somewhere, some place, her partner was looking at the sky, too. I’m not giving up.

Not yet.

/ / /

Yang

The interior of the ramshackle little shop was dark, and the walls were piled with messy assortments of supplies— pottery, postcards, jewelry. The back corner was filled with more sensible items— an ATM, nonperishables, lighters, and Dust, though it was a very basic selection of small samples: there was only fire, water, and earth Dust. Yang looked down at her prosthetic with a little smile— the fire Dust within it, connected to her Aura itself, burned so much brighter than any dusty sample of Dust could hope to achieve.

She walked to the back, picking a lighter and some dried meat, granola bars, water bottles, and piled them into her arms before turning around and walking back to the storefront. The shop’s owner was waiting behind the cash register when she strode up. It was a stern-looking woman, with two-toned eyes— one glittered icy blue, and the other a bright gold. She had two white Faunus ears perched atop a mass of thick silvery-white hair that was pulled back into a braid.

And Yang realized, looking at her, that she looked oddly familiar.

“Good afternoon,” the woman greeted her, her tone silky with an accent Yang couldn’t place, one that sound vaguely like Vacuo or Menagerie— they always sounded like they had a burr in their voices, making their ‘r’s roll. “Will those be all of your purchases?”

“Er, yes.” Shaking away her thoughts, Yang piled her supplies on the counter, exposing her prosthetic as she did so. The woman looked down at it, a flicker of surprise in her eyes, followed by sympathy.

“Are you a victim of the Fall of Beacon, child?”

“I am,” she replied, a touch of defensiveness in her tone.

“Pardon me. I mean no harm; it’s just that I’m curious. The effects of that terrible night are very far-reaching, as you know… especially among the Faunus. The leader of the White Fang was killed in the attack, we heard… they’re reforming, certainly, but it will be a long process. Regardless… I am sorry, young one.” Her golden-amber eye looked even brighter as sunlight fell through the dusty window, and then with a flickering flash of recognition, Yang realized who the woman looked like.

“I’m sorry,” Yang said. “This might sound weird, but you… you look really familiar to this girl I know. Like, really familiar. Do you know a girl named Blake? Blake Belladonna?”

The woman’s eyes widened in shock. “I— yes, I do. I take it you do, too.” Her ears lowered slightly, twisting back in uncertainty. “I am Khione Belladonna. Blake’s aunt.”

“Oh,” she managed. “Oh my God.”

“And I recognize you, as well,” Khione marveled, her expression lifting in recognition. “She spoke of you, in that talk we had all those months ago. You’re her partner. But if you’re her… where is she?” A look of horror clouded her eyes. “She wasn’t killed, was she?”

“No,” Yang muttered. “Almost, but… no.”

“I see.” Khione lifted a brow, and began to clean out an intricate pottery bowl with a grimy-looking rag. “It is good to hear, that she is alive. If both tyrannical leaders of the Fang are dead…”

“Blake killed them both.”

Khione didn’t look too shocked at that, but a brief expression of surprise flitted over her face. “She avenged her father… and herself, in a way. Ayran murdered him, you know. And Adam Taurus murdered— in spirit— the bright little girl I knew, and turned her into a broken creature. Blake set things right. And she followed the advice I gave her so long ago. Now,” a brief sigh escaped her, the exhale shaking her shoulders, “I can be at peace.”

Yang frowned. “Are you… is this place someplace that makes you happy? Alone, on the outskirts of Vale?”

“Yes… I am happy with my place in life.” She set down the rag she had been cleaning with, her eyes boring into Yang, icy azure and warm gold. “Though my brother is dead, as I’m sure you know of Brian Belladonna, and my niece has fled… the world is healing, and most importantly, the world always goes on, despite that which may blight it and try to harm those who inhabit it. Remnant is a remarkably strong place, full of those of good character, much like yourself.” She looked thoughtful, before pressing a bundle of Lien into Yang’s hands, and waving away her protests as she bagged the items on the counter and handed them to her, free of charge. “Go find her, you understand? I told her not to give up, once. To follow her heart above all else. Now I will tell that to you. Go. Do not give up on my niece, young one. Find her.”

“Thank you,” Yang managed, before she grabbed the bag and fled the shop, bursting out into the lot and blinking in the bright sunlight.

Trying to smooth out the stricken look from her face, she strode back to Weiss, who was plugging up the gas tank of the motorcycle and climbing back on. She nodded in approval as Yang shoved the re-stocked duffel at her, hands trembling slightly, before she did a double-take.

“Wait a minute, what’s up with you?” Weiss asked incredulously. “You look as though you’ve just seen your own ghost.”

“I saw someone.” Weiss still looked dubious, and Yang turned her face away so Weiss wouldn’t see how her mask of cool confident bravo had slipped, revealing her true, desperate uncertainty, and alarm.

“Oh, really? And who would that someone be?”

Deciding that lying wouldn’t really get her anywhere, Yang sighed and turned the key in the ignition. “Blake’s father’s sister.”

“She has an aunt?” Weiss’s voice was astounded. “I didn’t even know she had any surviving family left.”

“I knew it— she told me about it a long time ago— but Blake wasn’t ever really big on the idea of family by blood. She never talked about them much, but I thought her aunt was long gone. Neither of them really cared much for each other. I’d assumed she lived in Vacuo or Menagerie, not Vale. I didn’t expect to see her here, that’s all… it surprised me.”

“I would have thought it was nice, to see her… anything related to your partner, really.” Weiss sounded a bit wistful, and Yang guessed she was thinking of Ruby. “Especially after the Fall… it’s good to see that some people we know are alright, don’t you think?”

“Maybe it is, for you. All it is for me is a reminder of what I have lost.” Her voice darkened as though a thundercloud had passed through it.

“Of what you’ll soon regain,” Weiss said softly, surprising Yang.  

“Maybe,” she murmured, before staring up the cycle and pulling out of Khione’s lot with dust billowing up in their wake, the rising sun ahead of them, and Atlas behind.

She did not look back once.

/ / /

They made good time, whizzing through roads and pathways until the sun began to fall. They entered a path that cut through a woody grove, and Yang slowed the cycle down so they wouldn’t crash.

As they cautiously bumped and jolted down the rickety path, a dark shadow melted out from the woods ahead of them, red eyes burning with hunger. It was a Grimm, and Yang knew that they would only grow in numbers as the two girls neared Beacon; the old haunt of the school, still drenched in bloodlust, sadness, and fear, would be an irresistible breeding ground for them. Yang pulled the motorcycle to a stop and they both hopped off, tensing up.

“Do you want to take it down?” Weiss said, one hand on Myrtenaster.

“Might as well,” Yang reasoned, obliging as she twisted Ember Celica on her left wrist. “I’ve got to see how this prosthetic thingy works at some point, right?”

Weiss looked briefly amused. “Well, let no one say you aren’t fond of the hands-on approach.”

“Don’t sound so scandalized! Trying to kill a Beowolf is child’s play— they have even less brains than Neptune.” Leaving Weiss rolling her eyes, Yang charged forward down the mountainous path, towards the Beowolf. It lunged with a snarl of rage, and she ducked and rolled as the wolf leaped over her. Eyes narrowing, she swiped out as white claws flashed for her face, the prosthetic glowing like an ember. The strike caught the wolf in the ribs, and it growled gutturally, backing up.

Yang shot out her fist, uppercutting in a sharp left hook, and the Beowolf yelped once as the force of the impact shattered its jaws. Another hit snapped its neck, and it faded away, leaving her barely tired.

“Not too shabby, I think,” Yang said, before she turned around as a deep snarl echoed above her.

“Watch out!” Weiss shouted, her eyes widening, but as Yang turned around, she was too late to react as another Grimm launched itself towards her, closing the span in seconds. Just before its claws hit her face, a brown-colored streak shot out from the woods and plowed into the wolf’s side, sending them both rolling to the side in a flurry of snarls. Yang backed away as the wolf faded away to darkness with a whimper, revealing its attacker, who was barely winded.

“You two shouldn’t be out here,” they chided, looking sternly over their glinting black sunglasses. “Don’t you know that the bad things come out to play in the woods?”

Suddenly the attacker’s appearance registered in Yang’s mind, and she opened her mouth to speak the person’s name, but Weiss beat her to it.

“Coco?”

/ / /

Weiss

“Since most of us come from Vacuo, like Velvet, and Mistral— Yatsu and I— we can’t get home,” Coco explained as she led Weiss and Yang through the thin woods. “They’ve stopped airships and boats going to and from all kingdoms, except Atlas and Vale, because of Dust shipments, and the General’s request. And, of course, we can’t stay in the city; it’s been quarantined till they clear out all the Grimm and bodies. Most students have just cleared out and been on the move, camping around and helping each other, but we’ve set up in an old hunter’s cabin here. There’s not a lot of Grimm, and it’s far enough from the school that we don’t get all the negativity… but it’s close enough for news.”

“What do you mean ‘we’?” Yang asked, looking tired and frazzled— another distinct difference between her and the energetic, confident Yang, Weiss noticed— as she hopped over a tendril of brambles. “Just you and your team, or…”

Coco rolled her eyes. “No, we’ve actually got Flynt, Dove, Russel, and Sky— from Team CRDL— with us, can you believe it? We had Team TEAL earlier on… I liked them better than what we’ve got now. Talos was an excellent Huntsman, Amber wasn’t afraid to make sure the boys kept their mouths shut, Leah could do wonders with keeping the worst of the weather off of us, and Eliás was brilliant at keeping our morale up… but they left to go help Glynda repair Vale about a week ago. So now it’s the seven of us.”

“Those boneheaded bullies?” Weiss interjected, shocked. “They’re with you?”

“They’ve mellowed out, believe it or not. They… changed, after Cardin and Neon died. I can’t say I liked them much before, and I can’t say I like them now, but… they know what it’s like to lose a teammate, and so do we, so we have some common ground with that. We’ve been getting along together.”

“And hell has frozen over,” Yang muttered, but she didn’t sound genuinely venomous, and her eyes gleamed in the half-light with something that looked like pity. Looking away, Weiss hopped over a fallen log, and she thought she could see a tendril of smoke twisting up through the trees ahead, followed by the gleam of lit windows.

“When supplies run low,” Coco explained, “we send two runners to nab some from the city. I was out patrolling the border to clear out any Grimm— lucky for you, or else, you’d be wolf meat.”

“Over my dead body,” Yang said with a little snort.

“It most definitely would have been— you’re right on that.” Coco’s gray eyes darkened. “Well, that’s what we’ve been up to, in the past few weeks… and what about you two? Where are you headed? Remnant’s a lot more treacherous nowadays. Most people are holing up at home, clinging to what they have left… it’s not often you see two kids out on the run.”

“We’re going to find our team,” Weiss said, puffing for breath. Riding on a motorcycle for days, and being in her father’s manor, had robbed her of her usual competence and endurance, but only this journey would be able to give it back to her. “First to the southernmost reaches of Vale, and then to Mistral… however we can.”

Coco didn’t look surprised. “As good as a mission as any, I suppose. I wish you luck. And without further adieu, we’re here!”

They pushed through one last cluster of trees and brush and came upon a little log cabin, dusty glass windows gleaming with light, and smoke curling up in gray puffs from a brick chimney. As they arrived, the door swung outward, revealing Velvet, who let out a cry of startled excitement.

“Coco! Is that Yang and Weiss?”

“No, it’s their exact doppelgängers,” Coco retorted, but her voice was affectionate. “I didn’t see anything on the borders— just a couple Beowolves, and I hauled these two out of becoming Grimm meat. They’re not staying with us, but they’ll drop in to say hi.”

Coco brushed past Velvet and lightly kissed her on the cheek before vanishing inside— a new development, Weiss thought in surprise; they must have confessed their feelings to each other after the Fall of Beacon made everyone realize how fragile life really was— and Weiss chanced a glance at Yang, who looked suddenly lost and helpless, her eyes downcast and filled with misery. However tough she had acted, she was obviously pretending she was okay, hiding all her sorrow to be strong. It wasn’t hard to guess who she was thinking of.

‘We must be going soon,” Weiss said hastily, filling the silence as they walked in. “Our journey is long.”

“Sure thing, but we can help you restock a bit, can’t we?” Coco swept one of her arms out, rolling her eyes. “Welcome to our humble abode.”

There were old mud tracks on the floor, and a cluster of boots piled by the door. A merry fire crackled in the grate, and the cabin was filled with the smell of something cooking over the fire in a black pot. A worn rug was slightly askew in front of the hearth, and a large, old sofa held four teenage boys, who were fiddling with their Scrolls. In the kitchen, messing around with a pair of knives and a rather-large looking chunk of cabbage, was Yatsu.

Velvet shut and locked the door as Coco crossed the room to join Yatsu in the kitchen, tossing a sharp reprimand over her shoulder at the boys. “Look sharp, idiots, and you might recognize that we’ve got two guests.”

Dove and Russel grunted a welcome, flicking their gazes up to look at Weiss and Yang, before losing interest. Sky only narrowed his eyes at the two of them, before rising and stalking out of the room to a dark hallway, which was fine by Weiss; she’d never liked Team CRDL, anyways. Flynt, however, stood up and nodded to them both. “I remember you,” he informed Yang, with a grin that seemed slightly hollow, his eyes flatter without their arrogant twinkle. “The Xiao Long girl that kicked Neon’s ass.” He looked a little sadder at the mention of his partner, but he plugged on. “Good to see you’re okay. I’m sorry about your arm, though. That’s tough luck.”

Yang nodded, the faintest touch of curtness in her body language, and Flynt raised his eyebrows.

“So where’s the girl that threw herself in the lava to try and take me out, huh? Blake, right?”

“She’s gone,” Yang said flatly, in a tone that sent chills down Weiss’s spine, before she turned around to join Coco in the kitchen, leaving Weiss in the room with Flynt, Dove, and Russel.

“Did I say something wrong?” Flynt looked worried.

“She’s just taking the losses pretty hard,” Weiss said softly, and he shrugged.

“Well, I guess we all are, in a way. It was good to see you both— even if I do think your father’s company is a washout.”

Believe me, Weiss thought grimly as Flynt turned around and stalked down the hallway, so do I.

But I’m gone now. I’m gone; I’ve fled… I chose my own destiny, didn’t I? And that is here, with my team… he can’t hold me down anymore, truly. I chose to come with Yang, no matter the impossible odds… Weiss stared into the fire, and felt her heart lift ever-so slightly; despite whatever awaited her and Yang, she was free now.

Free, and never to be confined again.