A/N This is the first chapter in my oneshot series. I'll be doing these whenever I feel like I want to or on special holidays in our world. This one specifically is not story adjacent and takes place on the day of the Ardor Festival which would be our Valentine's day. Enjoy!

Yang

"Yo, sis," Ruby deadpans, casually walking into the dorm with an armful of rose petals. I look up from my textbook and stare at her curiously. Why does she have those?

"Hey, Ruby" I reply, getting up from my bed. "Where'd you get those?" I ask, poking the mass of vegetation.

"I made them," she says, shifting from foot to foot. "You know, with my semblance."

"Why did you do that?" I question, scratching my head. That's such a weirdly specific thing to do. I mean, I know that she can make lasting rose petals if she concentrates her aura, but that doesn't seem worth the effort.

She looks at me, an amused look in her eyes and bursts out laughing, dropping and scattering her rose petals all over the floor. "Ah, no," she crouches picking the petals up one by one. "Don't tell me you forgot about Ardor Festival . . . again. Oh man, Blake is going to kill you," she remarks, not looking up at me.

Right, the Ardor Festival. We're supposed to show how passionate we are about our partners on this day, and by the look of it, I'm not. That's just not true though, I love Blake, more than I've loved anyone else in the world except for Ruby of course. I've just been so caught up in studying for the upcoming finals; that girl really set my work ethic straight. "Uh, I'm going to go down to Vale," I say, grabbing my wallet and dropping it in my pocket as I run out the door.

Man, how could I be so forgetful, Blake even reminded me about this a couple of weeks ago. I madly dash around the commercial district, looking for anything that I can afford. I hate the Ardor Festival, all of the prices are so jacked up that I can't even buy a single rose. Now I understand why Ruby went through the trouble of making all of those rose petals. That also means that she waited for the last minute too. That's my baby sister alright.

I go through the entire commercial district, looking for anything affordable. Anything at all, but come up empty handed. I feel so defeated. I should probably just head back and tell her the truth. Ugh, I'm dreading this.

I walk up the snow blanketed walkways towards Beacon when something catches my eye. There, in the snow, it glints, shimmering captivatingly. It's a small metal box. Picking it up, I scrape the snow off of it, and open it seeing a white gold ring, with a deep green gem inset. Is that an emerald? Regardless, it's very nicely crafted; the workmanship on the outer part of the shank is incredible. I look inside at the engraving and my heart skips a beat. For my one and only, Yang Xiao Long it reads. Suddenly, I realize a way that I can get out of my problem without having to tell Blake that I didn't remember the festival.

Placing the box in my pocket, I bound up the stairs to our dorm and push the door down. My love paces in the middle of the room, her hair and appearance disheveled. She looks at me, but averts her eyes, obviously upset at herself for losing the ring. "Hey, kitty cat," I venture, hoping to get some backlash out of her at least, but she doesn't take the bait. "Happy, Ardor Festival," I say, stepping towards her and engulfing her in a massive bear hug.

That doesn't get anything out of her either.

I decide to hold her for a while and stand there, cradling her. She feels cold so I focus my aura, using it to heat the air around us. Eventually, she looks up at me, sorrow filling those beautiful amber eyes that I've seen filled with every emotion from anger, to happiness, to lust. "Yang . . ." she begins, tears beginning to well up near her ducts. Whoa, I didn't know how much this ring meant to her. "I'm sorry," she says, burying her face into my chest. I know she loves those babies, but I don't think now is the time for that.

"Blake? Beautiful? What's wrong?" I ask, although I'm fairly certain that I know what it is at this point.

"I . . . I had a set of promise rings crafted, and I don't know what happened. I guess I wasn't careful enough and I dropped one of them. I'm so sorry," she replies, clutching the fabric of my top.

"It's ok Blake, It's just a thing. We can always replace it. Come on, please try to cheer up, for me," I request, stroking her silky black hair. "Besides, I have something for you,"

She takes a step back and wipes the tears out of her eyes; she knows the routine. Whenever one of us has a surprise for the other, we reveal them at the same time. She gives me a soft smile, making my heart melt and shakily counts to three revealing the ring. I don't show her mine, but snatch the ring out of her hand to her silent protest. It looks just like the one in my pocket; however this one has her name on it instead of my own.

"Can I have this?" I ask, looking at the beautiful red gem inset. It's a good thing we have the same ring size.

Puzzled, she looks at me, but nods her head once, "do you . . . like it?" she asks, wiping the residual tears from her eyes.

"Like it?" I respond, pulling the box out of my pocket and putting it behind my back, "I love it. Almost as much as I love this one," I reveal the box, surprising Blake to say the least.

"You found it?" she asks, incredulously looking at the small metal receptacle in my hand. I nod and pucker my lips leaning in, expecting a kiss and maybe more for a job well done, but suddenly, I'm on the floor."Yang! Xiao! Long! How dare you!" She yells, putting the ring on her forefinger and pointing it at me. "You let me cry, and worry when you had this the entire time?" she asks. I didn't see that coming.

I put my hands up, laughing evasively and scratch the back of my head. "I'm sorry?" I try, attempting to placate the total babe that's threatening me. She's so hot when she's angry.

"Do you know what these gems are?" she asks, pointing the ring at me. Suddenly, it occurs to me that they're highly weaponized dust crystals. I open my mouth, trying to think of something to say to keep myself from being vaporized when the door slams open. I turn around, just in time to see Ruby bridal carrying Weiss whose face is uncharacteristically red.

"Sorry guys, I know I said that we would be out all night, but Weiss had a little too much to drink before we got our food," She lays Weiss down on her bed and strips her down, pulling her nightgown over her head.

"Ruby I love you, d'ya know that?" she slurs, hiccuping. She really did drink too much, I have never ever seen Weiss more than tipsy before and this is . . . really weird.

"Shhh, I know, princess," Ruby replies cupping Weiss' face and kissing her on her lips. As soon as Ruby pulls away, Weiss begins to snore softly and the remaining three of us freeze.

Blake helps me to my feet and hugs me fiercely, whispering an apology in my ear. We both know that we love each other and obviously, Ruby and Weiss love each other too. Right now though, I love my sister for coming in at that moment exactly, one minute later and I would've been toast. I put the ring with Blake's name on my left forefinger and point it out of the open window, concentrating my aura. A red hot flame shoots out of it and I look on in awe. Blake grabs my other hand, "I love you immensely, Yang," she says, hugging my arm.

"I love you too, Blakey," I reply, turning down to kiss her.

That's really what the Ardor Festival is really about anyway; not passion, but love.