Ruby Rose was surprisingly not feeling very festive on Dustmas eve.

While everyone is getting festive and happy at Beacon, Ruby was preparing for war. Tomorrow is the night that some uninvited man is going to breach the defenses of the kingdom, sneak on to school grounds and break into her room, and steal her cookies by leaving not-cookies in their place.

AND DRINK HER MILK!

For years she'd been telling everyone that the man was a far bigger threat to the safety of the world; he could break into any dwelling in all of Remnant and take whatever he wanted! Apparently, everyone was satisfied with the not-cookies he left every time, in some kind of crude bartering system.

But Ruby Rose wasn't going to be fooled! This was her first year in an institution literally designed to teach combat – previous years her team had been on a mission or had gone home; she was going to make her dorm the most fortified location on Remnant.

No one was going to take her cookies this year!

Pyrrha didn't know what to expect when she went to see Ruby. Her smaller, better half had been busy the previous day, perhaps some last minute gifts?

Pyrrha knew she had trouble finding the perfect gift for Ruby but had finally figured it out; there were a few things that Ruby really liked, problematically she already had those things, like mods for Crescent Rose or food. After wracking her brain for a while, Pyrrha remembered the one thing that Ruby didn't have or at least not a lot of. She'd gone to all the professors, dug through all the archives that she could find to dredge up some old photos of Summer Rose.

Team RWBY's dorm was decorated extremely festive, somehow the teens had even managed to get a tree into the room. Yet Ruby wasn't there, in fact Yang directed her to the dormitory's student kitchen. A few minutes later, and Pyrrha found herself staring at the now heavily fortified entrance, complete with sandbags and peep holes for gun barrels.

"Ruby? Are you in there?" Pyrrha asked, seeing as the door was locked up tight.

Moments later, a silver eye was staring through one of the peep holes. "Oh, hiya Pyrrha! Just a sec!" A rush of rose petals later, and Pyrrha found herself being pulled into the room, the door slamming shut as numerous locks were engaged.

The inside of the kitchen looked as much as it had outside; an extremely fortified position, enough to hold off an army. "Ruby… what's going on?"

"What's what going on?" Ruby's head tilting as if she had no idea what Pyrrha was asking about. Pyrrha could only gesture to the piles of sandbags and spare ammunition containers. "Oh those? That's to keep out Santa Claus."

Pyrrha blinked. "Come again?"

"Santa Claus?" Ruby stared at her incredulously. "Y'know the big guy with the beard and the sack o-"

"Why would you want to keep him out?"

"Because he steals all my cookies." A determined gleam entered Ruby's silver eyes. "Each year he breaks into my house and steals all my cookies, BUT NO LONGER!"

Pyrrha blinked again. "That's because he's leaving gifts."

The short girl vehemently shook her head. "You can't just replace cookies with not-cookies… unless they're strawberries, but they're never strawberries!"

Pyrrha had to resist the urge to just stare at her girlfriend. She'd heard Ruby say many things, but this was one of the more off-kilter things she'd heard. I could question this… or I could go along with it. Finding a comfortable spot to sit amongst the anti-Santa weaponry, Pyrrha made her choice.

This is going to be an interesting night.

When Pyrrha woke up, it was dark outside.

Despite being very comfortable in her cocoon of blankets with Ruby, sometimes nature called, leading Pyrrha to the common area's bathroom. It would have been a rather uneventful trip had it not been for the shadow darting out of the kitchen upon her return.

Was that? Pyrrha couldn't help but stare at where the shadow had disappeared to. It couldn't have been, could it? Slowly Pyrrha trotted towards where it had gone. I thought Santa wasn't r- She caught another glimpse of the shadow, a hug sack over its back.

Her slow, creeping gait turned into a jog, as she tried to track the shadow, turning the corner in the hall only for the shadow to jump out in front of her. In that moment, Pyrrha's training kicked in, Milo nailing the shadow to the wall in less than a second.

With the shadow more or less stuck against the wall, Pyrrha finally got a better look at it, it took all of five seconds to figure out who it was. "Yang?"

"Uh, hi Pyrrha?" Yang weakly waved. "Mind getting me down from here?"

Pyrrha nodded sheepishly, as she went to pull Milo out of the wall and help pick up someone of the stuff that fell out of the sack. "I'm really sorry Yang, you just spooked me is…all… Yang, why do you have the school's cookie supplies?"

"Would you believe me if I said it'd be to protect them from good 'ol Saint Nick?" Yang embarrassedly asked in return. Pyrrha merely raised an eyebrow in response. "Please don't tell Ruby!"

"And why shouldn't I tell Ruby?" Pyrrha sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "What would possibly convince me to not tell my girlfriend that you are stealing all of the academy's cookies?"

Yang's head bowed for a moment before tilting up, a very mischievous glint in her eyes. "If you don't tell Ruby, I'll give her and you the best gift you could ever hope for, no crap, I swear!"

Pyrrha could only imagine what Yang was implying. In for a penny, in for a pound as the saying goes. "Only if I can take back half the cookies… and if Ruby asks me, I'm going to say the truth."

Yang seemed to think about it for a moment before holding out her hand. "I'm only giving back a quarter." Pyrrha begrudgingly nodded, hoping the deal wouldn't be altered further.

"Deal."

Pyrrha's emerald eyes blearily forced themselves open, as light gently streamed in through the snow tinted windows.

Despite the light streaming in, Pyrrha wanted more sleep, choosing instead to snuggle into her personal heat source. Her personal heat source, however, had other ideas. "Pyrrha, we need to check the cookies, I think I finally scared him off this year!"

Guilt flooded into Pyrrha as Ruby hopped out of their blanket fort and dashed towards the industrial sized freezer, the place that contained all of the cookie dough, only for a wounded whimper to come out of her. "At least we have some of them left."

Yang's gift better be good, Pyrrha thought to herself as she watched Ruby dejectedly trudge back to her. Pyrrha couldn't take the sight anymore, looking anywhere else then her sad girlfriend. Eventually her emerald eyes found the ceiling.

Oh my.

Pyrrha had a good guess as to what Yang's gift was now.

From every possible inch of the ceiling now hung mistletoes, hundreds of them. It was like a forest on the wrong side of gravity. As Pyrrha's eyes went from the ceiling back to Ruby, a set if silver eyes' focus finished their own trek from the ceiling squarely onto Pyrrha.

There was something that was very clear to Pyrrha now as she stared into those eyes, a smoldering, melting fire alight in them; Ruby is no longer hungry for cookies.

AU: Here, have a Chrismahanukwanzakah gift!

Basically Yang steals all the cookie dough and makes it into a cookie the size of a sled for Ruby's gift!

Important news thing: For those of you who read my other stuff, Acceptance is up for fanfic of the year on the RWBY subreddit, when voting starts I'll have directions in all my updates for that week (next week) on how to vote if you feel so inclined :P

Thanks for reading everyone and have a great holidays!

Omake:

"Damn you *kisses Pyrrha* Santa *kisses Pyrrha* Claus! I'll *kisses Pyrrha* get you *kisses Pyrrha* next *kisses Pyrrha* YEEAAAA-*kisses Pyrrha*-AAAAAAAAAR! *furiously making out with Pyrrha*"