#blake x adam

[blackknight300]

RWBY Ships Song Match-up

I have been looking for songs I think fit RWBY ship's. Here's a few I found that I thought fits these ship's. Feel free to add to it

Renora:

Bumblebee:

Sunflakes:

lancaster(Frist Date):

Lancaster (Proposal):

Dragonslayer:

Whiteknight:

Whiterose:

Arkos

I don't apologies for my Lancaster bias

[aninipanin1]

I love your manager reader fics 💕💖💕

I'm curious about adult manager reader first interaction with the world 5 tho 👀 you only write them a bit in passing but I love to read more about em

MISS RIGHT

Notes: I am so glad you asked for this AHAHAHAH and thank you so much for the support

"You all will be staying here until the matches start, which is scheduled until the end of the second selection. You will be alerted of when this is, so as of now, you all can do whatever it is you wish, even heading out of the facility if ever."

Anri nodded her head at the five players from all over the world, trying her best to make sure her English was atleast understandable. The players did not seem to pay attention to her words all that much, just nodding off at the brief explanation. After all, they were just after the check and well, a few of their own personal agendas. Not anything serious. And well, Anri did not mind at all, leaving them the moment all was said and done.

The facility was rather big, well it was big from the outside but on the inside, it was definitely bigger. Especially since they heard it housed more than 200 teenagers, who all lived here. Well, surely it has to be really big to be comfortable, or it's not and its conditions are inhumane which would definitely get the authorities involved, especially since most of the participants were minors. So that means it was the former.

And with that, each of the 5 foreign players headed somewhere to quell their boredom.

LEONARDO LUNA

The Spanish player found himself resting in one of the lounge areas of the separated stratum for the staffs to work on to avoid any of the players seeing him and finding out the second plan for their second selection.

He scrolled through his phone mindlessly, finding it a tad bit boring since there was really nothing new about the topics that he liked in general. And he would have continued to be bored until he heard a minor 'thud' hit the floor near him. He admitted, it made his heart jump, and his head whipped in the direction immediately.

Thankfully, it was not as bad as he thought it was, seeing the thud was of a huge pile of papers instead of the person themself slipping on the floor. Like the supposed gentleman he was, he walked to yoh and helped with gathering the scattered paperwork.

"Thank you so much! Sorry for the bother!"

You said, continuously bowing her head while scampering to pick up the paper. It was in Japan's native language, so Luna had no way of understanding what the words were. However, understanding the apologetic tone and the many bows that he knows are respect of some sort in the culture of Japan, he had a vague idea at least.

'Must be something like thank you in Japanese...?'

"It's nothing, Miss-"

He cut himself off, though, when he looked down at the contents of the papers in his hands. It was printed with different japanese texts, all he could not understand, but there are drawings and sketches about some sort of strategy for a real 11 vs 11 match, probably for practice sessions.

But, the placements of the positions were definitely... interesting and even unconventional, to say the least. But, it peeked his interest enough for him to ask you about it.

"Hmm, may I ask Miss. Did you make these?"

Realizing that you were talking to THE Leonardo Luna made you nervous. Clearing your throat, you nodded and spoke in English to try and hopefully cross the language barrier.

"Yes, I did, Sir. Um, I'm the manager and a helper of Ego-san when it comes to training the players."

"Hmm."

He hummed, and that only made the nerves worse. You knew he was judging the positions of the practice sheets you made, which were all just theories you made and have yet to test out. But, here it was, being looked at by a world class player.

'Out of all my work, why this one?!' You panicked in your mind.

However, instead of the scrutiny you thought it would face, he looked to be impressed. Eyes moving about the paper and his mind seeming to run about how each scenario may work, and needless to say, he was impressed with how you formed such a creative way of arranging players with differing talents and skills.

He then looked at you. For someone who does not look like much, you exceeded his expectations. He'd give it to you, you have a creative yet logical and sound mind, a mix of opposing characteristics but meshed well in the sport.

"Is there something wrong, Mr. Luna?"

"No. Nothing's wrong. Just continue being creative, Ms. I like the way your brain works."

He said, leaning close to your face with a smirk filled with mischief and a hint of amazement. Huh, looks like this place is not that bad. He thought the people in here either ranged from crazy to idiotic, but, there are still some people here that is worth the attention.

Needless to say, your first impression on him was more than good.

ADAM BLAKE

It was a few days before the end of the second selection was set, and you were as busy as ever. Stopping by a water fountain set up around the facility, you stopped for a moment to refill your water tumbler while balancing your tablet.

It did not take long before you finished the small task, but before you left the place, you felt someone behind you, his closeness apparent from the way you felt his breath touch the nape of your skin and his body slightly against your back as if your sixth sense themselves felt the pinch of the person's presence.

"Well, well...I did not know there was a beautiful manager around here."

You stopped typing on your tablet before turning around to find yourself face to face with the infamous English player. He was almost twice the size of you, having the advantage of playing a sport professionally and all.

And that fact intimidated you, gulping at the flirtatious smirk on his face as he leaned even more to you while you pulled back to try and avoid his face as much as you could.

"Um, pardon, sir-"

"Adam is fine, sweethcheeks. Damn, you're even prettier up close."

'What is even happening...'

The proximity made you even more nervous and confused. Out of all the people, it was you that he had to approach? And besides, does he not feel shame that there are cameras around the facility or the fact that someone may just pass by and walk in on you two like this? Oh, the scandal that might ensue will ruin your whole career!

And you being quite responsible, knew that the only way to avoid that was to avoid the man himself. So you did just that, calm and sweetly letting him down as best as you can without having to anger him or potentially your and his career.

"Um, I'm so sorry, Mr. Blake, but I have to go and do my work." You tried to walk to his side and escape, only for him to slide in front of you again, the smirk on his face growing wider.

"Hey now, there's no need to be scared. I don't bite, unless you want me to."

He used the fact that he was double your size, trapping you to receiving his flirtatious words and gazes. Truthfully, before he saw you, he was starting to get bored due to the lack of entertainment in the facility. So, when he heard there was a female manager walking around the facility that was his age, he wanted to see what you were about.

And well, at first he was disappointed. You looked...plain. Not bad looking, in fact, you were pretty, but very much like a plain Jane. Maybe it was because he was used to seeing the most beautiful of actors and models that he is a bit insentivized with appearances, and that was how he felt.

But, the moment you did catch his attention was when he heard Luna start to talk about you. The Spanish player would always mention you in passing conversations about football and just general topics, he seemed to genuinely love to talk about you and about how you were supposedly smart and unique in your own ways.

At first, he was annoyed at this. He just could not shut up about you, can't he? But, he wanted to look at this from another perspective. So, here he was now, trying his best to find out what was so interesting about you in the best way he knew possible. He was bored too, so why not?

"Um please, I really have to go."

"Ah-ah, not yet, sweetheart. Why not stay here for a bit? I can-"

But to his surprise, you were not taking 'no's seriously, only your job was serious in your mind and at that current moment, you really needed to continue it. So, you crouched and ran out of his hold before scurrying away like a skittish animal.

"I'm so sorry, sir! But I really needed to go. Bye."

You kept the politeness before vanishing through the many halls of the facility, leaving him starstrucked. In all his life, there had been many instances of him being rejected. Sure, most of the time the girls were more than willing to flirt with him, but that does not mean there have been a few share who immediately turned him down.

So why was this different?

It was probably the way your eyes looked. Instead of the usual flushed expression followed by an annoyed tone, instead he was met with only a distracted haze in your eyes. Like, your mind did not even set in the fact that he was flirting with you, that you were too focused in whatever you were about to do.

Like you were close to clueless about his intentions. Or maybe, you just did not care at all, finding your job much more fulfilling and important to pay attention to.

And this ignited something in him. He always did love a bit of a challenge in everything, especially women. He'll take on the challenge of making you start to pay attention to him, to the point that you will be distracted by him.

'Hm, let's see how much you interest me even more as time passes, Miss Y/n.'

PABLO CAVAZOS

"You mean, I don't look good in green?"

The Argentinian frowned at the advice, not in a malicious way that he disregarded your opinion, but in a disappointed way that one of his main favourite colors to wear clashed with his bright hair.

"That doesn't mean you can't wear it anymore though. I think a muted green would look really good, just not neon green."

You added with a smile. Out of all the players in World 5, you became the closest with Cavazos a lot (with a few exceptions), and this was due to how in some strange way, you two had a lot in common. From your likes in food and entertainment to the love of cute things and even some of your habits.

And that all started with this certain conversation when the player walked out of his room wearing a neon green sweater, and you being you, started to talk about possible combinations of color that may fit him as well as color theory for some reason.

"But, I think monochrome fits you the best. So your eyes and hair can pop even more!"

Now, Pablo was a man who knew exactly what he wanted, and he did not care for what other people usually told him. Due to his eccentric looks, he was always the point of attention, someone people would pay attention to immediately in a large room whether it was for good or not.

He has been told most of his life how to present himself. What are the best ways to suit his features with something. To wear something that would get the attention off of his hair and eyes and instead have it mix in with the rest of his outfit, or to even cut his hair so he won't be as distracting. But, one moment, it's as if he had some sort of epiphany.

He realized that those people, were not looking out for him as he thought they initially. Instead, they wanted him to stop shining because of who he really is. They wanted to take his star quality and shine away, the things that made him unique out of everyone in the world.

So he stopped listening to what everyone said, and instead, he tried to try and stand out more, to take more space in the eyes of the people, strangers or not. To reject any type of rejection towards his true self.

Atleast, that's what he should do with you. To tell you to stop giving him opinions that just take away to who he truly is. But, instead he listens intently, nodding and even sparing a smile at some lighthearted jokes you'd mix in.

Why? He doesn't know why, either. Maybe it was the tone of your voice. One filled with happiness and genuineness, not that of condescension. You just gave genuine advice, not force them unto him, the shine in your eyes telling him there was no malice or want to suppress him, but instead a longing to find him succeed in even something so small like clothing choices.

So, he listens to you ramble about color theory and takes into mind what you were telling him, even at the expense of changing his fashion choices.

And you continued your mindless chatter, until you realized that you did not have any position to tell a man of his fame and standing what to do, when everything he currently did seemed to work.

On reflex, you tried covering your mouth, gasping a bit at the realization.

"I'm so sorry for babbling too much! I-"

But, he only cut you off. Taking your wrist in his hand, his face remaining emotionless and cool as he just shook his head.

"No, no. I like all your advice. Please continue."

DADA SILVA

"How am I even going to carry all of these?"

You mumbled as you looked at the large boxes that were in the storage room, all stacked upon each other. You can already feel the strain on your back and bones at the prospect of carrying the heavy boxes and transferring them to another room.

The current storage room was deemed a bit big to just be a storage room, so to make use of the space, everything in it will be transferred in a different and smaller room. Unfortunately for you, you were the only one currently available to make the move.

Not complaining anymore, you used your brain to make the move a bit easier. Using carts and other contraptions to move the heavy boxes. But of course, even with this, moving dozens of heavy boxes was not an easy feat for one woman.

"Ugh, just a few more...and then maybe, I can get some rest."

But to your surprise, the box in your hand that was a point of struggle for you was taken out of your hands gently. Blinking at the sudden predicament, you looked up to find a familiar figure standing tall, his arms carrying the boxes with ease as if they did not have any significant weight to them.

"Pardon for the sudden intrusion, but I can't just let a lady continue struggling."

"Oh, Sir Silva, you didn't have to-"

"It's nothing. It's only a few boxes."

He shrugged and continued the walk, you led the way, hand still pushing the rest of the boxes on the cart now that your hands were free. If you were not gonna lie, you definitely felt somewhat nervous.

Why would you not be? You let someone like THE Dada Silva help you out in something so miniscule. Sure, he offered, but he was legit being paid millions by the facility and the JFU, and you were letting him do peasant work? Oh, how the heads will kill you if they find out the stunt you pulled.

Nevertheless, you gave a bright smile filled with gratitude.

"Thank you so much for the help, Mr. Silva...I am REALLY sorry for inconveniencing you."

The man could not help the soft smile that pulled on his face. The look in your eyes, even the fidgety look in your figure, definitely showed how genuine you were about the gratitude and apology. Not that he wanted one. It was just common sense for a man to help a lady that he could see was in need.

But, it did feel a little lighter and more fun when you gave him the sweetest thank you and smile he was ever given by anyone.

You had been the talk between the rest of his fellow players. From Luna's neverending praise for your intelligence and creativity, to Cavazos' rain of appreciation and mentions of your open and kind personality, and even Blake's nonstop plans of wanting to impress you himself, and supposedly redeem himself in your eyes, whatever that meant.

So, naturally, he got curious, too. All the words they threw about you were all a jumbled mess, different perspectives of different people towards one individual. And so, due to this, he cannot really make out who you really were or what type of person you were.

So, he went to investigate himself, not wanting to rely on hearsay. He approached you, finding it a good moment to see you struggling with the boxes. It can be less awkward when he has another reason to talk with you other than his own curiousity!

And, he can safely say he can definitely see what each of them talked about. Your words carried hidden intelligence to them, your words being softly spoken yet had a sharpness to them that only someone with a deep understanding of the topic can ever hold.

He can also see that you were sweet to the core. Just your aura alone exuded that same kindness your voice did, making him ease to you. When was the last time he had a very innocent interaction with someone, especially a woman, like this again?

Now, it was not that he villainized everybody around him. No, he knew some people who were genuinely good. But most of them were only good to him due to some sort of agenda that hid deep in their hearts. Whether it is a professional relation filled with nothing but serious countenance and formal conversations, or a more give and take relationship, one that was a bit more intimate, but not something genuine. Instead, it was all about what to receive off of pretending to be in a more personal relationship, either supposed friendship or romantic relations.

But with this, it feels so much more freeing. So much more chill and flowy, like the careless waves of the ocean. One that was there just because of mutual respect towards each other as human beings who have complex emotions and feelings.

"Thank you for the small conversation, Mr. Silva! It definitely cured my boredom in moving these boxes."

"Like I said, it's nothing, Ms. Y/n. I had fun too."

For now, there was nothing much to it. Just two people having fun talking to the other, finding the difference and similarities between the other entertaining enough for the genuine laughter.

But, who's to say this moment filled with a barrage of kaleidoscope colors is a one-off thing that can never repeat in this supposed monotonous facility?

ADDITIONAL TIME!

Y/n: *Accidentally rizzing the four World 5 members.*

Meanwhile, Y/n with Loki: You're really cute. I can adopt you too like the other 300 under boys I already adopted-

Loki: ...pardon?

I hate school so much, but your girl has to keep her honour student shebang cause why not?

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

[arc-misadventures]

The Jackalopes

"Ba ba baa ba bahhh..."

"Bzzzt bzzit... bzz..."

"Ba ba ba..."

"Bzz... Bzzt... Bzzzt!"

"Do do dodoo..."

"Bzz... bzzt... bzz..."

"Hmm...? Yep, that otta do it."

"Click!"

"Alright... SALEM?"

"Yes, my Lord? "

"The last of the, 'Kings' are finished. Can my, 'Queen' uplink to the, Kings?"

"I can at once, my Lord. But, may you clarify a question for me?"

"Go ahead."

"If I the, Strategic Attack Logistic Engine Mainframe. Codename: SALEM. I am considered the, 'Queen.' And, these, Kings are the mobile command modules, what are you in all of this, my Lord?"

"Hmm... Well, not to sound vain, but since I created all of you you could call me a, God. But, I much prefer to be called the, Architect if anything. Since I built you, and all the various drones, and since I came up with this plan; Calling myself, The Architect is a more fitting name in my opinion. What are your thoughts, SALEM; Does that sound fitting, or does that still sound a little vain? "

"It does not, calling yourself the, Architect is a far more humble title. Although, others may still see you as vain, considering they will not know the history behind your new moniker, 'The Architect."

"Yes... Even more so if I said I was the, 'The Architect of Ozkin demise... Let us begin, SALEM. It is time for, Ozkin to remember that my family will always keeps their word..."

"Especially when it comes to dealing with those that break their word... "

~~~

Fire, explosions, and screams. On a night meant to celebrate the coming of four nations, a day of unity, The Vytal Festival. And yet, instead the of the city of, Vale being based in the light of neon light, it basked in the light of fire. Instead of the booming echoes, and multicoloured lights from fireworks being shot in the sky, explosions of cars, powerlines, and machines erupted in blazing balls of fire. And, instead of the cheers, and cries of a people celebrating together, there was the cries of the fearful, and the dying.

Vale was in flames.

The White Fang, Grimm, and rouge Atlasian Knights had flooded the city. Hunting, and killing all those that got in their way. Wrecking havoc all across the city. Hunters, both professionals, and trainees were running about, trying to save as many lives as possible, often in vain attempt. For there were too many, Grimm, and fanaticals among the, White Fang raising hell across the city, and too many people were dying. They were losing, Vale had fallen.

And, just like many others, May Zedong, a Huntress-in-training of, Shade Academy was about to meet a grewsome end, just like many others. At least, she thought she was.

~~~

"Fuck... fuck fuck fuck!"

MAy Zedon was panting as she tried to run, she had tried to fight off the, Grimm hordes, but she had been separated from her team, she had been disarmed, her weapon disarmed, and now she was being hunted.

Struggled raspy breaths escaped her lips as she tried to escape, but the gash on her leg was slowing her down as she tried to flee from the Beowulf's hunting her down for sport.

"Ah! Ah! Aaahhh?! Ophh?!" She fell, May had tripped over a piece of broken debris. She turned over to see a Beowulf slowly moving towards her. Tears ran down her face as she felt absolute terror in her very soul as this beast was about to charge her, and kill her.

"Please someone... Save me!" Tears fell down, May's eye as she closed them shut, not wanting to see her death coming. She heard the monster cry out, about to charge, and kill her, but suddenly silence.

May opened her eye, and instead of a group of, Grimm ready to take her life she saw a figure in white. It bore white armour, a large buckler shield that was two thirds it's height, and a long bladed spear, and most noticeably it had large white ears upon it's head. It looked similar to a...

"A... A rabbit...?" May gasped a she watched the rabbit stare at her for a moment before it, and several of it's kind jump away, and make it's way across the city of, Vale.

These white rabbits jumped across the city of, Vale, jumping down upon members of the, White Fang, and running them through with their weapons, or using their strong mechanical legs to jump high up onto ramparts, roofs, or balconies, and started raining down hell on, Grimm, rouge Atlasian Knights, and radical faunas alike.

Qrow Branwen watched on in bewilderment as several of these bunnies race about the city, slaying all those that stood before them as they went about.

"What the fuck...?" Qrow wondered aloud as he saw these bunny knights race about the city. He looked up into the sky to see several white Bullheads dropping dozens more of these bunny knights throughout the city. But, as he watched on, he saw where several of these crafts flying off into the air in a different direction.

"What... They're heading towards, Beacon...? I need to get their fast...?!" He was about to make a mad dash to find a way, any way to get to, Beacon. But, several of these rabbit knights surrounded him, their bodies standing perfectly still, all but one whose head was moving side to side as it looked at him.

"Uhh... You need something...?" Qrow nervously asked as the rabbits looked about him, until one of the rabbits spoke.

"Branwen. Qrow. Human. Gender: Male. Occupation: Huntsmen. Affiliation: Beacon Academy."

"Uhh yeah... Yeah that's me...?" Qrow was confused, he listened as the rabbit spoke in a low, soothing metallic voice, as it spoke several bullet points about him.

"Target identified. Surrender now. Ally of: Ozma the Traitor."

The rabbit knights entered a defensive posture as they leveled their weapons at him. Qrow was taken aback, not by the fact several apparently, robot bunny knights were pointing weapons at him.

On second thought, he was taken aback the fact several rabbit knights that were as high as his chest were pointing weapons at him. But, it was the fact that they said that name, that they said, Ozma, not, Ozpin. They called him, Ozma which meant that whoever, or whatever had built these things knew exactly who, Ozpin was. And, whoever they are wanted, Ozpin's head.

Qrow drew his scythe as a sarcastic smirk moved across his face as he looked at these silly little bunnies.

"Yeah, I ain't going to do that..."

"So. Be. It." Echoed the metallic voice as they charged the veteran Huntsman.

"Rahh!"

The sounds of metal clashing against one another could be heard throughout the air. But, high above them in the clouds none could hear them. Especially atop a flying , Atlasian Battleship.

Upon the ship, a pair of criminals were gloating about their victory, but were preparing to make their daring escape as they had enough with their, 'business partners.'

"Alright, Neo! What do you say, we fake our deaths, and flee to, Mistral? Let's leave this fanatical dogs behind/1"

Roman Torchwick, an infamous criminal of the city of, Vale said to his mute companion who nodded her head in agreement. The White Fang had forced them to partake in their schemes. Sure they had said they would be making a lot of money by doing this, but now that their work was done, they needed to get the hell out of here. Because, at this rate there would be nothing to rule when the, White Fang were finished.

"Alright let's get...?!"

The duo of thieves were about to make their daring escape, but they were stopped as a series of rabbit knights surrounded them. Roman, looked on them in utter bewilderment, Neo swooned over them at how cute they were.

"Torchwick. Roman. Human. Gender: Male. Occupation: Thief. Vanille. Trivia. Human. Gender: Female. Occupation: Thief."

Roman reeled back in shock as a robot rabbit thing called him out, but not nearly as much as, Neo did since it said her name, more so that it said her birthname. She looked on in fear as she saw the various weapons these rabbits were carrying.

"What the... How the hell do you bunny's know her real name?!"

The rabbit that spoke, walked forward, it was different compared to the rest of them, it bore a crown upon it's head with golden trimming. They watched the rabbit as it's eyes changed from a black opal to a ruby red as a new voice echoed through it's speakers.

"Roman Torchwick, and Vanille Trivia. Or, should I call you, Neoplitian?"

Instead of the low, soothing metallic voice, the rabbit spoke in a warm, motherly human voice appeared as they addressed the pair. Neo nervously nodded her head as she answered the robot bunny.

"Okay, so you know who we are... what do you little rabbits want?" Roman pulled out a cigar, trying to calm his nerves, and project an aura of control. He reached into his pocket trying to find his lighter, only to realize it was gone.

"Crescent Moon wishes to offer you a new business opportunity. One that I am sure you will be all too willing to accept."

Roman's eyebrow arched upward in shock, 'Crescent Moon' was a secret business partner he had had been working for, for years. Often, he acted as an information broker, or stole schematics, and raw resources for. And, working for, Crescent Moon always paid, it paid very good.

Roman eyed the rabbit knight as it walked forward, the tip of it's bladed spear started glowing red as, Roman felt heat emanating from it. He smiled as he walked over to it, placing his cigar on the blade tip, feeling the heat emanated from the tip before blowing a few buffs of smoke. He drew in a deep breath of smoke before letting it out, watching it fly through the air before looking back at the rabbits with a wide grin on his face.

"You've got my attention~!"

Roman laughed as, Neo started cooing over the rabbits. The rabbits swiftly took command over the, Atlasian Battleship as they charted a new course towards the, Amity Colosseum.

Several of the white Bullheads, Qrow Branwen had seen before he had been engaged in a fight against the white rabbits. Dozens of them were seen flying towards the, Amity Colosseum. Unloading dozens of these rabbits throughout the colosseum. Several of them landed by the docks, unloading their cargo of warriors before ushering everyone from civilians to, Hunters inside.

One such person was rushing over to see who these unexpected saviors were, hoping to gain any information on who these saviors were.

"Who are you?! I am, General Ironwood, of the, Atlasian Military! I demand you identify yourselves right this instance!" General Ironwood ran over to the rabbits knights. Several of them stopped to stare at the, General before fanning out to block him from reaching the, Bullheads.

Ironwood stopped as he looked at the dozen, or so rabbit robots adopting a defensive position before him. Ironwood's grip on his pistol tightened as he watched these perfectly still robots stare him down.

"Ironwood. James. Human. Gender: Male. Affiliation: Atlas Military. Atlas Academy. Occupations: High General. Headmaster."

Ironwood turned on his heel as he heard his name, and a his position being called out. He turned to see another rabbit knight, this one armed with a longsword, and a crown with gold trimming. It was flanked by several other rabbit knights armed with what he assumed to be pulse rifles.

"You know who I am? They it would be best if you identified yourselves. Least you want to deal with the wrath of, Atlas!"

"Target identified. Surrender now. Ally of: Ozkin the Traitor."

"Ozkin the traitor...? How do you know that name, and what do you mean by calling him a trai...?!" Ironwood's breath fled his lungs as he saw an emblem etched into the shield, an emblem he had learned who it represented, or more correctly, who it represented.

Ironwood drew his pistol, and fired off two rounds; one round struck the head of the rabbits, causing it's head to erupt into a cloud of smoke, and metal fragments. The second shot hit the raised shield of a, Jackalope knight. It didn't pierce the shield, but it left a sizeable dent in the shield.

But, before he could fire off another shot, the Jackalopes were on him. Ironwood, could feel his body being hit back as two blast from their pulse rifles hit him, despite their small size they packed a large punch, a punch strong enough to knock him to the floor. As he try to stand back up, several of the bunny robots bladed spears were thrusted into his robotic arm, and leg destroying the cybernetics in an instant.

Ironwood screamed in rage as he felt his cybernetic limbs being torn bit from bit, as his he was dragged into a, Bullhead, and sent away.

As the Bulkhead escorting the prisoner rose into the sky, it passed several much bulkier air transports that were making their decent upon the battlegrounds of, Beacon Academy hell was still being unleashed.

Several Bullheads had landed, and unloaded their cargo, sending dozens, upon dozens of white rabbit robot knights across the grounds of, Beacon Academy. Hunting down any, Grimm that they came across. But, even more battles were happening within the halls of, Beacon Academy.

"AHHH!"

A scream of pain echoed through the ruined cafeteria of, Beacon Academy as a girl dressed in black cried out in pain as blade was ripped out of her belly.

"You have hurt me, and our cause... We were suppose to light the flames of revelation against humanity! And, yet you ran away? Like the coward you are..."

The girl placed her hand over the wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding as the faunas dressed in black with a red rose across his back walked over her bleeding form, gloating his victory as the flames of revolution were ignited.

"Well, I could keep you alive, but I think sent your head to your parents would send a good message to you parents, to all faunas! Of, what should be done with traitors!"

"No! Adam, wait! Please no!"

The girl screamed out in terror as she saw her vengeful former lover raise his blade above his head preparing to strike her down.

"Goodbye, Blake... RAHHH!"

"NOOOO!"

His blade was about to fall, but was stopped when he say several, white rabbit robot's enter the cafeteria.

"Wha...? What the hell are those?!"

The girl saw one rabbit turn to look at him as he screamed, it's head twitch to the side as they looked at him. Before speaking in a low, soothing metallic voice.

"Taurus. Adam. Gender: Male. Faunas: Bull. Affiliation: White Fang. Terrorist organization. Rank: Commander. Command order: Terminate on sight."

"What?! You dare think I will allow, Atlas's special little robots to kill me?! Bring it on you bastards!" Adam Taurus roared in rage as he charged the robot bunnies.

Adam slashed his sword, unleashing an energy blast cleaving two of the robots into pieces. But, several more darted around him slashing with their blades, slowly chipping away at his aura as he tried to block their attacks, but failing to do so as the quickly darted around him, faster than what he expected.

"RAHH! You dare think you pitiful bastards can stop me?! I will destroy you! I will destroy you all! I will... GAHCK?!"

Blake watched on in horror as a bladed spear erupted from his back, as his body was effortlessly lifted into the air. She watched as, Adam's body further slide down the bladed spear, coughing up blood before his body hung limb upon the bladed spear. His body was lifted up higher before being thrown off the bladed spear to land pathetically on the ground. Dead.

She looked at the robot rabbit, it's pristine what armour stained red from freshly spilt blood as it slowly slide off it's armour on the the floor. It turned to look at, Blake, blood dripping off it's face.

"Belladonna. Blake. Gender: Female. Faunas: Cat. Affiliation: Student. Beacon Academy. Former affiliation: White Fang. Status: Injured. Requesting medical support."

Several of the rabbit robots broke away from, Blake, and started making their way through, Beacon Academy. While three of them, particularly the one drenched in blood. She watched on as he hand tried to cover over the hole in her chest as her blood continued to spill out.

Her breath started becoming heavy as she the adrenaline spike was wearing off as she continued to bleed out. She was starting to feel weary, and her vision bleary but she could hear with her heightened hearing she could hear something coming closer. She turned to her side to see another trio of rabbits walking towards her, with the one in the center looking different that the rest of them.

This robot had a buckier body, a large backpack on it, with bulkier gauntlets, but what stood out most to her, was instead of the beady eyes the rest of these robot bunnies commonly had, this one was outfitted with focal lenses. It scanned over her before kneeling in besides her, placing it's hands over her wound.

"Analyzing blood. Analyzes complete. Blood type: B-. Minimal blood lose. No requirements for blood transfusion. Puncture wound. Cause: Blade. Lethality to patient: Minimal. Executing recommended treatment procedure."

Blake marveled as the evidently, 'combat medic bunny' started treating her injury. It first quickly stabbed her with a needle, leaving, Blake to yelp in pain as she felt the sudden jab in her arm, but her body slowly started to relax as she felt a warm current flow through her veins, obviously some sort of pain killer.

She watched in amazement as the robot pulled out gauze from it's back pack, and socked up some of the excess blood on her arm. She felt a spray, most likely a sterilizing spray over her wound, before she say it's fingers on it's right hand open showing a needle that effortlessly, within the time it took a person to blink stich up her wound. It cleaned up the wound one more time, before placing a patch over the wound.

"Treatment complete. Recommendation: No movement. Movement may result in stiches rupturing. Rest." The 'medic' spoke in a calm. soothing yet metallic voice before it turned to address it's fellow robot rabbits. "New call for medical treatment received. Departing imminently. Stay to protect patient. Recovery team inbound."

"Understood."

Blake watched as the medical team departed, she could feel her consciousness slowly begin to fade no doubt a result of the pain killers. But, she had to ask one more question before she succumbed to sleep.

"W-Who are you...? What are...?" Blake's voice was weak, straining to remain conscious as she asked the question that had been no doubt asked a thousand times today. She watched as the blood stained rabbit turned to face her while it's companions were keeping watch.

"We are the, Jackalopes. Servants of the, Architect."

"T-The Architect...?"

"The Architect of, Ozkin the Traitor demise."

"O-Ozkin... the T-Traitor...?" Slumber so swiftly overtook, Blake as she faded into darkness. The robot rabbit knights, the Jackalopes watched over her resting body as others darted within, and without the halls of, Beacon Academy.

Within the many yards of, Beacon Academy the majority of the invaders had been dealt with by the, Jackalopes. But, still some of the larger threats remained.

Several of the stolen, Atlasian Paladins were still engaged in combat with, Beacon's students, and faculty along with an array of visitors. Unlike the previous one several students of, Beacon Academy had faced, these were the fully equipped, and armed, more than a match for even veteran Hunters. Particularly for the, Glynda Goodwitch, Deputy Headmistress of, Beacon Academy.

Glynda kept creating glyphs to act as barriers to protect her precious students from the raging, Paladins attacking them. Blocking their fists, and heavy weapons form smashing them to bits. But, they were having a damnable time to break through these damned machines.

"Pull back! Take the wounded away from here!" She shouted as she saw several students pull injured students away from the frontline.

Glynda was struggling to stand as her aura was near depletion, and her semblance was barely holding back the vicious attacks from these rouge, Paladins. She was not willing to die here, she would not allow herself to fall down leaving her precious students in harms way. But, as another strike from the paladin broke through her barrier, sending her flying into the air. She landed roughly on the ground, pulling herself up as she looked through broken glasses at the oncoming, Paladin.

Glynda cried out in despair within her mind as she stared down this hulking mech. She feared that she was going to die now. She feared that she would not be able to protect her precious students from harm. That she failed her duty as a teacher. And, as the Paladin hover over her, and she prepared for death an unexpected savior appeared.

As the foot of the, Paladin came down to crush, Glynda, she was swiftly grabbed, and pulled away. Glynda looked to her sides as she saw a pair of rabbits pull her away. She was shocked by what she saw, but more so by what she knew these rabbits represented.

"J-Jackalopes? When did you get here?!"

But, before, Glynda could gain an answer the pair of, Jackalopes they let her go aways away from the, Paladin before rushing in to engage it in close combat. They darted around the, Paladin hacking, and slashing the armour of the, Paladin. They bounced off harmlessly of the armour, but there overall goal wasn't to destroy the, Paladin, but to draw it away from, Glynda, and her students.

Glynda watched as, Jackalopes that had just slashed at the, Paladin run away as a series of explosions ripped across the back of the, Paladin. It turned to see a massive, Jackalope, only a few feet taller than the, Paladin making it's way towards it, launching several more rockets from missile pods across it's back.

The Paladin fired several rounds at the heavy, Jackalope, but it raised it's shield up blocking the attacks for bashing the, Paladin with it's shield, sending it reeling back. It threw a wide, wild punch at the heavy, Jackalope that effortlessly cut it's arm off with it's sword lance. As the, Paladin's severed arm still fell the, Jackalope thrusted it's bladed spear through the, Paladin running it clean through. It's super heated blade ran through the mech like a hot knife through butter. Is placed it's foot upon the, Paladin, and kicked it off it's blade. Letting it fall upon the ground with a dull thud.

"Since when did...?" Glynda watched as hundreds of Jackalopes flooded across the grounds before darting into the forest surrounding, Beacon. Glynda watched as several more, Jackalopes came rushing forward, only this time with several, Jackalopes equipped with large backpacks rushing over to check on the injured students.

Glynda then turned her head to the side as she saw a trio of, Jackalopes rush over to her, only with the figure in the center holding a war hammer instead of a bladed spear, and a gold trimmed crown upon it's head. As it neared her it addressed her in a calm, soothing metallic voice.

"Goodwitch. Glynda. Human. Gender: Female. Affliction: Beacon Academy. Deputy Headmistress."

Glynda looked at the, Jackalope as it rattled off information about her, before stopping, and it's eyes delved into a ruby red shade, and adopted a more warm, human motherly tone of voice.

"Greetings, Lady Goodwitch. We have been searching for you since entering, Vale airspace."

"My apologies, SALEM. I haven't reached for my scroll since the attack started. I've been focusing on protecting my students, but I thought the plan was to invade after the, Vital Festival?"

"That originally was the plan. But the, Architect deemed it an opportune moment to strike while the, White Fang, and the Grimm were invading the city."

"Because it would make the, Jackalopes, and subsequently the, Architect look like the saviors of the day. And, while that is happening, you can make it look like, Ozpin and all those that stand besides him died during the liberation..."

"Precisely." The ruby eyed, Jackalope replied as, Glynda let loose a heartly laugh as she ran hand through her disheveled hair, as a vindictive smirk spread across her face.

"Finally! After all these years, our family will be avenged! You will find, Ozkin... Ozpin at the top of his tower! Find him, and make him pay for what he did to us!" Glynda yelled in a bloody rage at the, Jackalope. As a mad delight echoed in her voice. She had been playing the faithful follower for that bastard for years now, and now it would finally, finally come to an end.

As, Glynda screamed her furry, she watched as the, Jackalopes eyes changed for a ruby red, into a deep vibrant blue. It spoke in a voice of a calm, yet vengeful fatherly tone as it spoke to the girl before him.

"That's my girl."

The, Jackalopes jumped away from, Glynda as they made their way towards Beacon tower. She laughed as she saw the little rabbits make their way towards the tower. She smiled, while today was going to be a painful day for her, no doubt a number of her students had been killed today. But, her family would have their revenge this day, and that's all that mattered.

As a dozens of, Jackalopes rushed up the stairway leading to the top of, Beacon Tower, Ozpin's office. Ozpin was looking over his desk, checking over all of contingency plans to help him deal with the after math from this attack. He would need to contact, Ironwood to help come up with plans to subjugate... liberate the faunas from the, White Fang.

Yes, he thought. This would help deal with the faunas, and bring the world to peace so the, Brother Gods would return, and that magic would return. Yes, this was the prefect plan to...

Ozpin turned around as series of smashing against the wall. He watched at the section of the wall where a hidden door that lead to the staircase that lead to the top of the tower was bulging outward as something was bashing it, tryin to get in.

Ozpin reached for his cane as the wall exploded as dozens of white rabbits flooded the room, surrounding him, cutting off any chance for him to escape.

"What the...?! Who are you!" Ozpin demanded as he saw another rabbit, only this one was equipped with a long bladed spear, and a white crown with gold trimming approach him. It had deep vibrant blue eyes as it looked at, Ozpin giving him the once over.

"Who are we? We are the remnants of a memory you sought to destroy. The essence of an ideal you thought was wrong. Embers of a legacy that refuses to go quietly into the night. A vengeful fury that will never be quenched. I am the, Architect. the Reclaimer. I will have my revenge, I will reclaim what you stole for me, and I will ensure that you never forget what you did to me, and my family! Ozkin the Traitor!"

Ozpin's eyes widened in shock as he heard his old name being uttered once more. And, the way that his name was spoken spoke of a history, and a rage unforgiving in it's origin.

"Who are you, I demand that you reveal yourself!" Ozpin leveled his weapon at this, shouting as he demanded that they identified themselves.

"You tell me who I am? Let's see if you remember." The Jackalope King presented it's shield towards, and he saw a pair of golden crescent arcs upon a white field. He recoiled in fear as he remember that emblem, and the fury that would soon be brought upon him.

"No... Nononono! You died! I made sure of it! You died along with your families legacy after the, Colour War! The Arcadia lineage ended!"

"And, yet, here I am..." The Jackalope King walked towards, Ozpin walking towards him with his weapon dragging across the floor, leaving groves in the ground followed by the sound of scrapping of metal upon glass.

"How! How is this possible?!"

"Wouldn't you like to find out..."

The Jackalope King lunged forward, smashing his bladed spear across, Ozpin's barrier. He smiled at the, Jackalope King's failed attempt to attack him, but that smile quickly fell when dozens of the other, Jackalopes attacked him, slashing away with their blades across, Ozpin barrier. They struck so many times that he lost count of the amount, he saw the cracks in the barrier form before it shattered into a million pieces. He was was going to cry out in pain, but felt hundreds of slashes upon his body, chipping away at his aura in a flash, it too breaking into a million pieces.

Ozpin was about to make a final attempt to escape to end his existence in this body before, jumping into a new one, but before he could he felt searing hot pain cut through his arm. He looked over to see his right arm from the elbow flying through the air, the superhot blade spear passing by in a red blur.

"RA-AHHHHH?!" Ozpin screamed in pain as one of the, Jackalopes severed his arm, his screams, and pain only grew louder as he felt his other arm, and his leg being severed, and cauterized in a single instance.

Ozpin body effortlessly fell upon the floor like a sack of flower. He felt his heart was raging as raw unfettered pain surged throughout his body, he hopped that this searing hot pain would cause him to go into shock, and kill him. But, he felt the pain across his body slowly fade away as a cooling wave flood across her body. He looked up to see a pair of, Jackalope Medics treating him.

"You really think I would allow you to just kill yourself, Ozkin? No, no I will not allow your death to come to you so easily." Spoke the, King Jackalope as it marched over, and placed it's foot upon his chest.

"GAH?!" Ozpin screamed in pain as a, King Jackalopes stepped on his chest, and thrusted it's bladed spear was slammed into the ground inches from his face.

"Now then... You pledged your loyalty to me, and swore to serve me, and my family. And, yet you betrayed me, and my family. Destroyed my families legacy, and all we sought to build, and protect. You will now suffer for your crimes. I will uproot all that your treasonous hands have built. I will remind the people of this world who I am! That I am there lawful, King! That I am, Jaune Lunaria Arcadia! King of the Kingdom of Valaicia!"

The King Jackalope thrusted it's blade high into the air, followed by the rest of the, Jackalopes thrusting their blades into the air as well as a salute to the, King triumphant return.

But, as the King Jackalope, no. King Jaune Arcadia looked down upon the traitor, Ozkin. Even if his eyes could not express the slightest bit of emotion, Ozpin could feel the unbridled rage burning within them.

"But, before we do anything else. I have one question to ask you, and you will answer me this question!" King Jaune Arcadia placed it's face upon, Ozpins as he asked him the one question he'd been wanting to ask him for years.

"Tell me... Where is my queen?! Where is my wife?!! Where is, Queen Salem Arcadia?!!!"

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Phew... This was certainly a long one... This was going to be a spinoff from, Hunter Drones. But, that story idea wasn't going anywhere. So, I started writing it as a, Jaune created the, Jackalopes instead of the, Hunter Drones. That wasn't going anywhere either...

So, I started writing it as if, Ozpin betrayed his, King. Jaune Arc, well Arcadia in the story, and it just lead from one thing to another as I was writing it.

And well, here we are.

And, it all started because I wanted to write a story based on this photo.

Consider this the, Jackalope.

And, yes I know there are two, Salem's in the story. They're different beings, and I'm too lazy to come up with a new one. Shut up.

[sleeplesstoast]

Back with some more RWBY band AU and lore 😼

The bees met when their bands were on tour together. Blake joined RWBY band after the downfall of The WhiteFang (relating to it’s lead singer/guitarist) :3

[milaisreading]

Reporter: What is your ideal type?

Luna: My lovely girlfriend, (Y/n) Itoshi!

Reporter: And what is your ideal type?

Adam: Luna's lovely girlfriend

Reporter:...

Luna: Sounds great- WHAT THE HELL??

[short-wooloo]

If I had a nickel for every time a cartoon had a Sapphic couple be hurt by a dickhead named Adam I'd have two nickels, that's not a lot but it's weird that it happened twice

[lovingdabeessss]

BAP BAP BAP RWBY MEMES BUT JUST BLAKE AS CAT

My favorite criminal 💖❤️💖💖Bby

[adamsvanrhijn]

"I saw you at church that morning, by the way. With someone tall, and dark, and handsome..."

2.01 ▹ You Don't Even Like Opera THE GILDED AGE (2022–)

[poguelandia]

THE SECRET CIRCLE 1.14, “Valentine”

[darksaiyangoku]

RWBY: Grim Tales

Bargain

Blake could only watch in horror as Jaune was stabbed through the heart by Adam's blade. Seconds felt like an eternity as he was pushed to the floor and his once vibrant blue eyes had suddenly turned dull. She screamed out his name, crawling to him in desperation.

Blake: *reaches to Jaune* Jaune! No! Please. *shakes him* You can't do this to me. No. Please no. *cries* Jaune!

Blake looked at Adam and raised her hand. A small, purple coloured magic circle appeared and a panther-like shadow beast emerged, lunging at him. Adam scoffed and simply cut it with his sword. Blake momentarily left Jaune and drew her tantō, whispering a spell to enchant it. It glowed purple and she charged towards him. Her attacks proved fruitless, as Adam's swordplay was devastating, yet refined. Each blow she tried to land was effortless parried. Seeing an opening, he grabbed her by the throat and hoisted her up.

Adam: Did you honestly think that you could beat me with that pathetic excuse for magic?

Blake: Ack! Y-You monster! *stabs Adam's arm*

Adam barely had a reaction, not even a flinch. Instead, black liquid began to seep out of the wound and seemed to shift. It began to crawl up and down his arm, slowly enveloping him until it spread all around his body and transforming into jet black armour. Blake was horrified.

Blake: Adam... what have you done?

Adam: *chuckles* I have surpassed the weakness of humanity. I offered you a share and what did you do? Cast me aside like I was nothing. But I don't need you or the White Fang anymore. I'm part of a new era, one where I'm promised the rightful title of ruler among you and the Faunus.

There were no words left for Blake to say. Her best friend, her brother, was gone. It may have Adam's face and voice, but not his soul. For the first time in her life, she felt truly defeated. Adam grabbed the tantō from his arm and stabbed Blake right in the abdomen.

Blake: AAAAAAGH!!!!

He threw on top of her dying husband and slimy, black wings protruded from the back of his armour. As flew off into the night, Blake reached to Jaune's cheek and stroked it.

Blake: Forgive me, Jaune.

* * *

The voice of Blake was ringing in Jaune's ears. He tried to open his eyes, but he could feel an intense, burning heat that kept them shut. Blake's voice began fading and in its place was a deep, sharp growl.

???: Jaune.

Jaune: Wha? What the-?

???: Jaune Arc.

Jaune: Who are you? What's going on?

???: Open your eyes.

Jaune slowly opened his eyes and found himself in a dark, desolate landscape. Volcanoes were erupting and the sky was a deep red. Surrounding him were all types of Grimm, hungry and itching to kill. Jaune jumped back and tried to reach for his sword. But it wasn't there.

Jaune: What the hell? Where's Crocea Mors?!

???: Even if you had it with you, I doubt you'd be able to fight all of us by yourself.

Jaune turned around and saw a large, indigo dragon-like man sitting atop a black, bony throne. The Grimm growled gently and all bowed their heads to it. Jaune couldn't believe it. He was the presence of the progenitor of Grimm.

Jaune: Y-You're the God of Darkness.

GOD: Indeed I am. Though you'll forgive my curiosity as to why a man of your virtous character ended up here. You're far from perfect, but you hardly belong in the Land of Darkness.

The God of Darkness stood up from his throne and approached the young man. Jaune slowly backed away, terror coursing throughout his body. The dark dragon stared deep into his eyes with intense focus, not even blinking once.

GOD: Oh... now this is interesting. In your heart lies vengeance and a deep desire for bloodshed. Oh we could use that *chuckles* Someone has wronged you.

Jaune: I... I... I remember being stabbed in the heart. By... *gasps* Adam!

GOD: I know him. One of my finest soldiers. Or at least he used to be. *walks to throne* Tell me, boy, how much do you desire Adam's head?

Jaune clenched fists. He thought back to all the times he and Blake were pursued by Adam. Countless deaths of innocents had followed him, including that of the White Fang. To see him betray his own family like that, who raised him, cared for him and taught him the ways of a Magic Knight, made Jaune furious. And now he had taken him from his beloved wife and son. Tears ran down his face.

Jaune: I'll do anything. Anything.

GOD: *smiles* I see. I can offer you a chance at revenge, a chance to see your family again. But, I require something in return. You must serve me. You must become my Grimm Knight, slaughter my enemies and become my weapon! *clenches fist* In exchange, you shall be stronger, faster, more dangerous than you will ever become with your pitiful human magic. Will you do it?

Jaune: I will! Whatever it takes, just promise me that I'll see Blake and Anthony again!

GOD: It shall be done. But swear your loyalty to me first.

Jaune didn't hesitate to bend the knee.

Jaune: I Jaune of House Arc, hereby swear my loyalty to you. I will be your weapon to vanquish all who stand before you. I will be your servant of darkness. I will make Adam pay for what he did to me.

The ground below him cracked and hundreds of small tendrils latched onto him, piercing bits of his skin. Jaune grit his teeth as he tried to bare the pain. The tendrils shifted into dark armour and his chest bore an emblem of a dragon's skull. Jaune's once luminous, blonde hair had now become white as a ghost.

GOD: You now serve me. Rise, Wyvern.

Jaune rose his head and gave a threatening, guttaral roar. His journey to retribution had begun.

[bumblebybelladonna]

Beauty and the Beast references with Bumbleby and Adam (1 part)

Adam is Gaston. It's confirmed, so don't deny it.

[aninipanin1]

Bachira may not like Lavinho trying to get with their manager, but which of the Blue Lock boys might actually try to get their manager with their coach? Do they support their coach or is it more like, “I don’t exactly like that our coach like our manager, but I would rather it be our coach than a different one.” And of course Anri is trying to get manager-chan with Ego, so his mood is better lol

I will just make a list of a few of them about this instead of a scenario if that's fine!

IS SUPPORTIVE/THE WINGMEN FOR THEIR MASTER COACHES:

ISAGI - Gets a little too competitive about this. Since he is a huge Noel Noa glazer, he is, of course, supportive of him and wants him to win your heart. Would ask for you to come to their stratum for advice just so that you and Noa can interact with each other. He may have been pissed with what he found out in the PXG match about Noa's intentions, but he knows that his master is trusted when it comes to other matters, so he is more than okay if you two do end up together. Lowkey, just want to make you happy, and if it means having a boyfriend who would cherish and love you. Sweet boy thinks that growing old alone is so sad and he doesn't want that to happen to you, so he is all in.

OLIVER - Listen. He loves the drama. He likes seeing Snuffy inwardly pissed off when he sees any of the master's come to you in the days of the matches or in the live cameras. Will spur Snuffy too to make him as jealous as possible by recounting to him moments between you and said other master's. Did Lavinho compliment you that day? Whispers to Snuffy about it. Did Noel Noa call for you in his office and you were there for quite a bit? Head straight for Snuffy. Thinks he is slick with women so he tries to give him advice. He also doesn't mind his coach possibly being with you since he is one if not the most responsible and emotionally available man of the four, so he wants his coach to win.

OTOYA - Loves the drama pt. 2. He is fine with Lavinho being with you, mainly because he can see how down bad his coach is and he feels a bit of pity. Thinks he is slick with women so he tries to give him advice pt. 2 (even though Lavinho doesnt really need it). He is also a gossiper when it comes to this, talking with Chigiri and Oliver for the newest gossip about the so-called reverse harem.

SPECIAL MENTIONS:

• ANRI (ships you and Ego)

• LOKI (because he just wants you to pick one of either the coaches or the World 5 because all of them always contact him for any news about you, because you treat him like you treat the Blue Lockers, and he is so damn tired.)

• KARASU (finds it all amusing)

DON'T REALLY CARE/DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO THINK OF THE SITUATION:

BAROU - He legit couldn't care less. Your and his coach's love life is personal so why would he intrude? Well, as long as Snuffy or any of the masters don't make you cry, he's fine. He has sisters, so he's definitely protective of women as a whole, it doesn't help at all that he views you as some sort of elder sister he made in the facility, and so I bet you, he'd be the first one to beat up any of the masters, especially the one you may choose, if they ever break your heart.

CHIGIRI - Same as Barou, although he's a little bit more on the gossipy side. Listen, he's one of Blue Lock's gossip girl, convince me not. He does it with sass too. Prone to sassing Prince when it comes to him talking about you. It's nothing harmful just a bit of spazz like: "I don't think Y/n-san likes men that are this or that," whenever Chris Prince is doing or saying something questionable which will, of course, stop the master striker from doing anything. But, overall, he doesn't really care, finds it amusing, yes, but he doesn't go out of his way to spite or support any of the coaches, he's just the 3rd party watcher and listener.

NAGI - When does this boy ever care about anything? Like legit. But, of course, he does care for you one way or another, so he tries to be there for you when you are a little confused as to why the coaches were starting to act weirder and weirder around you. But, he gives like...bad advices. Like really bad, which fits his personality. He tries, okay? He's just not emotionally gifted, so forgive this cutie patootie. He's also very oblivious, like you are. I mean, you two probably share the same braincell when it comes to the matters of the heart. But, if he does find out the real reason, then he still won't care. Your life is your life anyways.

KURONA AND YUKIMIYA - They mostly just watch and react, yet theg don't actively seek information/gossip about you and the masters. Sure, they feel quite amused at what they see or even hear, but they don't have any deep care about this. Doesn't mean they don't care about you, but they just believe your life is your life and you can do whatever you want, especially since you're an adult already, and a trusted one at that. But, they won't reject any gossips they may hear or shared to them, nope.

SPECIAL MENTIONS:

• Most of Bastard Munchen and PXG (GAGAMARU, KIYORA, RAICHI, KAISER, NESS etc...)

AGAINST IT/THE PROTECTIVE BROTHERS LMAO:

BACHIRA - Numero uno hater of Lavinho along with the other masters and even the World 5. Nope. He heard SOOO many celebrity gossips about how men who have fame are infamous for being quite the playboy, even heard some said gossips on the coaches and the world 5 themselves. He read it all, Adam Blake and his ever-changing girlfriend every 2 weeks? Nope. That old ass article about Marc Snuffy's previous life in his prime? Skip, once a playboy always a playboy. Lavinho, who he sees everyday and see how he is quite the lady's man? HELL NO! He'll only hurt your feelings. Bachira is a mama's boy, so he's quite protective over women as a whole, but especially those he consider important to him. And you were the maternal figure that stepped in for all of them ever since Blue Lock started and he doesn't have his mom, so of course, he cares for you and doesn't want you to get hurt.

RIN - Listen, his master is innocent and not involved, yes. But does that lessen his dislike of those lukewarm men who hits on you when they are literally around? Hell no. Whenever a match is between the other team and you watched personally (you always do), they get too close and touchy-feely with you and he hates it. Who the hell wants to die? See, even if he tries to make it out that he hates his brother fully and unconditionally, deep down, in the roots of that hatred is a broken-hearted Rin, who felt so betrayed about Sae changing and misses having an older brother to be with. But, you somehow started to heal that hole, being the elder sibling that he needed in this insanity of a facility. So, you bet he's ready to ward off those men who don't deserve you.

REO - He hates it. He has been around famous celebrities and rich businessmen all his life. He knows how they can really be behind closed doors when it came to their romantic relationships. Short to say, it's not good. And he doesn't want anything to happen to you. Always gets in the way of the coaches, especially Prince when he tries to talk to you. He's quite brainy and slick with it too, using his smarts to give the most believable excuses for you to leave the conversation with any of the men, and he would be giving thay mischievous smirk everytime it works. Due to this, the coaches hate this chameleon menace. How is he so good at lying and hiding his true intentions? He's truly a damn chameleon.

HIORI - He's not as pronounced about his dislike like the others. But if he was asked, then he would immediately say no. He trusts you, wishes you were his guardian except of his own parents because he can see that you love and care for him, not just because of what he can do. He doesn't trust others easily now due to this, and well, that applies to those men who are after you. He doesn't want the only person he has such a deep connection with to be heartbroken and betrayed, just like how he found out he was just being used by his parents. He knows youre the adult here and that you can handle yourself, but even if youre the adult and he's the minor, he is still so scared for you and doesn't want you hurt just because of a stupid man:(

SPECIAL MENTIONS:

• SHIDOU (he vibes with you so well and he actually listens to you, so he becomes a bit weird and violent when it comes to you)

• CHARLES (he likes you alot. And he likes you even more since Shidou does! This little imp is not afraid of biting ankles if you need it!)

• NIKO (tries to gaslight himself that the coaches don't like you, but he fails. At the surface he acts nonchalant, but deep down, he doesn't like it, thinks all the masters and world 5 are huge icks.)

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

[arc-misadventures]

MFK Blake: Vampire, Werewolf, and Ghost.

Blake: MFK II

Yang: Blake~?

Blake: Yeah?

Yang: Merry, fuck, kill...

Blake: Oh~?

Yang: A vampire, a werewolf, and a ghost?

Blake: Oh-hohoho~! This is going to be good!

Blake: Okay, okay...

Blake: Question: Am I banging a generic ghost, or am I banging the ghost of someone I know?

Yang: Mmmm... Let's go with the second option. I bet you can have more fun with that~!

Blake: Oh you know I will~!

Blake: Okay, I kill the ghost of Adam!

Yang: Ouch, he's already dead babe!

Blake: Okay... hmmm... let's make the vampire... Weiss?

Yang: You want to make, Weiss the vampire; Why?

Blake: She has an aura that projects that she could be a vampire. And, Weiss would look damn hot as a vampire.

Yang: Vampire Weiss...? Fuck... just thinking about it sounds hot.

Blake: See! So I would marry, Vampire Weiss!

Yang: Hoping that she lovingly bites on your neck as she sucks your blood, eh?

Blake: I don't mind the odd bite, or two in the bedroom~!

Yang: Kinky~! So, you're gonna fuck the werewolf then; who's the werewolf going to be?

Blake: Jaune!

Yang: Jaune's the werewolf. Why, Jaune?

Blake: Because if anyone can make me feel like that pineapple gif, it would be him!

Yang: The pineapple gif...

Yang: If.. if, Jaune was a werewolf... And, you two fucked... can I have a go with him too?

Blake: Sure!

Ruby: Can I have a go too?

Blake: Yes!

Yang: Yeah sur... Wait, what?!

[milaisreading]

i wonder what would happen if the world 5 were to meet the ex husband/fiance

🌱🩷: HERE U GOOOO!! Took me a good minute to finish this😭 thanks for the request!

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

⚽️Blue lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

It was a semi-normal day in (Y/n)'s life. Well, as normal as it could be now that Ego had left her to supervise the World 5 around Tokyo. After days of begging and pleading from Pablo's side, Ego and their managers approved of them going on a small spree around Japan's capital. (Y/n) was dragged into this by Loki, although the boy meant all the best, she still would have rather stayed in the warm facility than walking around cold Tokyo. But, she couldn't complain much either, she got a paid day off!

'Well, at least they get to relax today. Ego-san can be really tyrannical with pros as well.' The woman chuckled nervously as she watched them look around the market while she drank the hot chocolate, then looked back to where Loki was.

"What do you have there?" (Y/n) asked the teen, who was holding a box with some anime prints.

"It's a figurine from a show I used to watch when I was still in elementary school! I can't believe I actually found this!" Loki said excitedly, causing (Y/n) to smile in endearment.

'Prodigy or not, he is still a kid. He reminds me a lot of Niko when he behaves like this.' She thought, watching as the boy took out his wallet to pay to the salesman. The woman quickly sprung into action and followed after him.

"Wait. Let me do the talking."

"Huh? Why?" Loki wondered as the woman moved closer to him, keeping the same smile on her face. Although, it looked a little bit tense.

"We are at a local market here, Loki-kun. And people here will charge you more if they hear you speak English to them."

Loki blinked at her.

"Why would anyone do that? I am sure that's just a rumor."

"Oh my sweet summer child." (Y/n) sighed dramatically and pat his head.

"Just stick by me in this one."

"But, what about them? They would be in the same boat as I am." (Y/n) looked over at the 4 adults Loki was pointing at, who were looking at the different souvenirs the salespeople were offering them.

"I will deal with that as well. For now, you are more important since you are a child."

(Y/n) hummed a little and took the box out of Loki's hands, the boy quickly following after her.

Nearby, an unfamiliar man stared at (Y/n) in surprise, face going pale like he saw a ghost.

'(Y/n)... Am I seeing things?! Is that really her?'

----

"What do you have there?" Adam raised an eyebrow as he saw Luna hold a bag, peaking inside, he saw it was a (f/c) bear.

"A plush toy? I didn't take you to like stuff like that." Adam teased the blonde, who glared at him while trying to fight down a blush. The Spaniard looked down at the bag the Brit was holding, only to find a (f/c), stuffed dog.

"Shut it. It isn't for me- And you have one as well!"

"What isn't for you?" Pablo raised an eyebrow while holding 2 bigger Hello kitty dolls. This sight didn't surprise the two, knowing how much the Argentinian liked cute things, or whatever he deemed cute.

"Shouldn't we go and look for (Y/n) and Loki? We really went further away from them than we should have." Silva argued, interrupting their talk for a moment.

"And why do you have a stuffed animal?"

The three pros wondered as the saw the Brazilian holding a (f/c) dolphin plushie.

"I bought this for (Y/n). She said she likes these things to collect." Silva explained simply, not giving his words much of a thought.

"What? No, you can't do that!" Adam and Luna yelled as some of the passerbys sent them confused looks.

"And why not?"

"Because... I got her that already. And,I did if first, so you pick something else." Adam said proudly, earning glare from Luna and Silva now.

"Since when do you make the rules here? And I got her a plush as well. A much better one." Luna smirked as the other two protested. Pablo, growing annoyed cleared his throat, catching the attention of the three.

"All of you get some petty little plushies for her-"

"Hey!"

"Pablo, they are not!"

"Who died and made you king?"

The Argentinian ignored all three and pointed at the two Hello kitty plushies he was holding.

"I, on the other hand bough a plushie for her and myself. Hello kitty ones. The ones couples buy for each other."

Pablo smirked when he saw their faces turn redder in anger, but before anyone could say anything, Loki ran towards them.

"Thank God I found you guys. I need your help." Loki panted as he stopped running, the anger the trio felt got replaced by confusion.

"Why are you running?" Adam wondered.

"And where is (Y/n)? Don't tell me you left her alone and defenseless." Silva wondered as Loki sweatdropped.

"Calm down, she is fine.... Somewhat."

"Somewhat?" Luna raised an eyebrow.

"And why did you put the translators on?" Pablo wondered.

"I needed them. Listen, there is a guy talking to (Y/n) right now, and as far as I got he wants her to come home with him? I don't know, but they seem to know each other-"

Loki stopped talking as he noticed the blank looks on their faces, regretting he blurted it out like that.

'Shit...' The French boy thought as Luna cleared his throat.

"Ok. Hold this. I will handle it. Where is she?" The Spaniard gave Loki the bag he was holding as the player pointed in the direction he came from.

"Dowm there. At the entrance of the market."

"Ok." The cold tone in Luna's voice scared Loki even more as he watched the Spaniard put on the earbuds Ego gave them.

"I will come with you." Silva said, handing the plush to Loki and following after Luna.

'I never saw him frown like that! Scary!' Loki shuddered, as the other two gave him their items before following after the two, not saying anything.

'I will kick that guy's ass.' Adam thought, keeping his anger in check as Pablo pouted, equally mad.

'Some guy wants to take her home? The hell?!'

---

Meanwhile, (Y/n) was trying to find any possible way out of talking to the man who previously spotted her. Who was her former fiancé. The woman was basically at her wits end by now, with him not being able to take a no, and now Loki being gone.

'What do I do now? I couldn't have lost him, right?' She tried to excuse herself, but the man quickly grabbed her hand.

"What now?" (Y/n) asked, sounding annoyed as she looked back at him.

"Come on, please. I know I messed up. But, I am really sorry. Can't you reconsider your answer?" The man asked, tightening his grip around her wrist. The woman flinched a little, not wanting to cause a scene, especially with how popular Blue lock was getting, they didn't need unnecessary press.

"No. I don't love you anymore, and you don't love me either."

"I do love you. I really want you back."

"You had me at one point, but you lost me the moment you cheated. I really wish I didn't buy that wedding dress if I knew."

The man sighed, looking annoyed that she brought it up. (Y/n) rolled her eyes, finally tugging her hand out of his grip and backing away.

"Hey wait." The man said, about to grab her hand again.

"I think that's enough." Luna's voice surprised both of them, especially the man since it was in English.

"Huh?" She blinked as Luna pushed him away, quite harshly if she could say so.

Pablo and Adam quickly pulled her behind Silva.

"Where did you guys come from?" (Y/n) asked in surprise and confusion, thinking that they may have already left the market grounds, and not expecting them to be at the entrance again.

"Don't worry about us. We are here to take care of this asshole for you." Pablo said as he joined in on Silva and Luna berating the man in English and in their native languages.

"It's fine. You don't have to put your reputation at risk here." (Y/n) quickly said as she tried to calm everyone down, but it fell on deaf ears.

"No need to worry about us. We will take care of the creep very fast." Adam sent her a smile before joining the rest. The woman heard footsteps behind her and quickly turned around thinking it was the police, only to find Loki holding a bunch of plushies.

"I am so sorry for leaving you alone like that. Is the creep gone?" Loki said apologetically as he looked at the group and then back at (Y/n).

"He isn't a creep, I think so. And don't apologize. I wasn't in any danger." She tried to calm the boy down.

"Not in danger? But, a random man asked you to come to his home. That's creepy."

The woman chuckled a little, not noticing that the 4 men had stopped talking to look at her.

"While he is annoying, he isn't a random man. He is my ex-fiancé."

The 4 men tensed up while the ex gulped as he felt Silva's grip around his arm tighten.

'Ex... Ex-fiancé?! This loser?! He doesn't look like he could take care of a fenced-in herd of sheep, let alone get married to (Y/n) of all people!' Luna thought in disbelief as he looked at her and then the ex.

'This is a joke, right? No way did this ugly man ever date her. She must have been brainwashed into liking him.' Pablo sent the man a glare, which caused him to flinch a little.

'This ant dated her? Was supposed to get married to her? He looks like he struggles with the basic tasks.' Silva hummed, his anger flaring up even more.

'My cute (Y/n) did so much charity work with this one. Good thing she left that behind.' Adam internally sobbed as he glared at the man as well. Even Loki was a little baffled by that revelation.

"Really? I never knew that."

"Well I never really mention him for reasons."

"Reasons?" Loki asked in genuine curiosity as the four listened in.

"Yeah, he kinda found a new woman a month before our wedding." (Y/n) chuckled nervously, unaware of the mayhem of emotions the other 4 men felt.

"So... You cheated?" Adam wondered out loud, looking back at the man, who understood a decent amount of English.

"It's not like that. We just didn't see eye to eye-"

"So you ran off to another woman? While you had someone like (Y/n)?" Silva asked in disbelief as Luna sent him a sarcastic smile.

"Well, at least she got rid of this deadweight."

"I can't believe the amount of audacity..." Pablo blinked in confusion as (Y/n) continued to call out to them to leave him alone.

"I don't think they hear you..." Loki said, getting out of his own shock.

"I can see that... I will go and solve it, you stay here."

(Y/n) told the youngest and walked up to the group to talk some sense into them.

'He.. cheated on her?! What in the world?' Loki wondered.

[short-wooloo]

Happy Anniversary!

5 Years baby!