#lancaster fanfic

[words-etched-in-her-skin]

Happy Kinktober, dears! 🎃👀

I've been wanting to write something with Pirate Captain Alcina again for awhile now and what better time than to kick off our favorite month! 😌 This fic takes place in the same universe as my other Captain Alcina fics and includes my OC Rynn Lancaster as Reader 👀 I do hope some of you will enjoy!

TW: Degradation

Word count: 3,200

The soft creak of weathered wood against leathered boots as you took a step onto the bow of the Bloody Maiden. It was long past the hours that your Captain and current lover usually came to lie next to you in your quarters, and you were more than certain you knew exactly where you’d find her. She had a usual spot - when solemn nights made the Captain’s mind begin to wander further than she’d like, frolicking through past memories of both good and bad. So, just as you'd done many times before, you followed the trail of slickened moonlight up the slightly rotted boards and headed towards the front of the ship. Finding Alcina’s ravened hair shimmering in the dark as if it were a sky of velvet.

Her face looked tired, pensive - though it still shined brighter than any gem within any bounty you could come across. You walked softly so as not to startle her, doing your best to not disrupt her mullings. In all honesty, though, you’d be content just to stand there - with the smell of the ocean breeze upon the wind and her beauty in your eyes - for the rest of the evening.

“You're not as quiet as you think, my dear.”

Her voice was light and playful as she spoke, but you could see the weight of the world in her eyes.

“Pshh.. Whaat? I'm as quiet as a mouse, my dear Captain.” You quipped back, bowing flamboyantly.

She chuckled in a way that made your heart warm over. “Are you now? Is that why I heard you the moment you ascended the stairs?”

You stuck out your tongue at her just slightly and walked over.

“I'd say that has more to do with your innate abilities as a Captain than my lack of skills.”

She caught your smirk and smirked in turn, turning slightly from her position at the hull.

“Mh.. perhaps.”

She gave you a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes and turned them back to the ocean ahead, a soft melody upon her lips that was dipped in melancholy. The dark waves always a mirror of what life as a pirate was truly like. The ups and downs - the ebb and flow. Of course there were always good times to be had, but more often than not, a Captain’s life was a solitary life. Especially for someone like Alcina. And while you wished sometimes that she’d spend more time with the crew, you understood her need for boundaries. And you always respected them.

You walked a little closer to her and laid your arms across the wood of the railing, breathing in the fresh night air.

“What's on your mind, Cap’n?” You asked.

The soft touch of your fingers on hers brought a smile to her lips as she looked over at you.

“Have I ever mentioned that you know me entirely too well for my own liking, Rynn Lancaster?” She smirked.

“Nope.” You replied, shaking your head with fervor. “Never.”

She laughed and took your hand in hers, sighing.

“It would be true to say that both nothing and everything is currently on my mind, pet.”

“Ah, one of those nights.”

“Mh.” She hummed in thought, eyes trailing back to the shoreline.

“Would you care for a distraction then?”

Her eyes flickered back to you, looking almost metallic in the shift.

“Depends. What sort?” Alcina inquired.

“Hmmm.. Captain's choice.”

A glint of crimson in the moonlight as a shark-like grin curled across her lips.

“A rather dangerous choice.”

“I can take it.”

“Mmh, indeed you can.”

“I-” You felt your face heat up fiercely as you stammered and let out a breath. The feared pirate Captain only chuckled, her strong arm coming around your hips to pull you closer.

“You are rather cute when you fluster, dear.”

“Rude. I don't fluster, I just momentarily forget how to speak.”

“Mhm.. and that blush upon your cheeks?”

“Merely a side effect from the moonlight.”

“Ah.”

Alcina chuckled again and pulled you a little closer, her warmth quickly enveloping you. It was moments like these that always reminded you just how privileged you were to see this side of her. Alcina Dimitrescu, feared Captain of the Bloody Maiden and renowned Countess of the Seven Seas. There wasn't a pirate alive that hadn't at least heard of her. She was a legend - known for her innate intuition and expert pillaging. As well as her bloodthirst.

But you, you were gifted with a whole different side of her. A softer side. A side that very few had ever had the chance to witness. Save for her daughters, of course. And maybe Sal.

You looked over at her, her dark beauty brought alive by the nestling of stars behind her and the moonlight that shone so brightly. Her breath calm and calculated, causing a soft rise and fall to her .. very well endowed bosom. The crimson shirt that hugged her in the most exquisite ways was buttoned in a most perfect way - leaving very little to the imagination. She was wearing your favorite corset, a fact that made you hum out loud.

“Thoughts wandering, pet?”

“Hm? Me? I.. no. Of course, not. Never.”

Alcina turned again in your direction, her arm still wrapped firmly around your hips and she leaned back against the railing of the ship. The simple trailing of her fingers down her sternum made your face heat up even more.

“Hm.. pity.” She smirked, lips shimmering in the dark.

You swallowed again, this time turning to face her as well.

“So, uh.. about that distraction..?”

Alcina chuckled and shook her head. “Mhm.. just as I thought. Needy.”

“For you? Alwa-”

The pirate’s hand came abruptly around your throat and pulled you towards her - her lips suddenly pressed warmly against yours. A soft moan lost within the kiss as you melted into it. The grip on her neck was both firm and tender with the smallest amount of pressure on your windpipe.

You felt dizzy when she finally let you go, smiling in a way that you were sure was slightly embarrassing.

“Well, that was unfair…”

“Was it?”

You gave her a single nod and leaned in closer, pressing your body into hers. A raised eyebrow in your direction and a look that told you that you were obviously playing with fire.

But you didn't care.

Not in the least.

You could take it, after all.

“Captain's choice, hm?” She smirked.

“Yep. I am, as they say, at your service.” You replied with a wink.

She grabbed your throat again, making you whimper. A simple kiss upon your forehead before she forced you down onto your knees, your back against the railing.

“Very well.”

Alcina rose to her full height before you, casting you in the dark shadow, her large frame fully blocking out the moonlight. Her gaze luminous, playful, flickering with delight as she unsheathed her sword before her fingers came to undo her belt buckle. You swallowed hard, suddenly very aware of your surroundings.

“Ah.. Captain.. should we.. maybe take this back to our quarters?”

Alcina clicked her tongue as she continued to undress.

“Nonsense. The only person fool enough to come looking for me this late at night is you, my dear. Plus..” She replied with a smirk, dropping the last of her undergarments to the floor and rested one of her legs upon the height of the railing next to you - her exquisite folds glistening with want before you.

You licked your lips and let out a shaky breath. The headiness of her musk already floating upon the ocean air.

“I- .. y-yes.. ah.. you make a very good point, Captain. A very good point indeed.”

“Mhm.. now, get to work.”

Alcina’s large hand came to the back of your head as she pulled you into her. Moaning at the first taste you scooted yourself even closer and wrapped your arms around her thighs. Gods, she tasted divine - intoxicating. Like a cold ale after a particularly long haul - you just couldn't get enough. Not of her. Not of the way she tasted. Felt. Enveloped the entirety of your mouth as you drank her in.

She moaned each time you elongated your tongue into her - her back slightly arched, giving you more. The soft caresses through your hair quickly turning to subtle, rough tugs the higher you coaxed her. If your Captain were an instrument, you had learned exactly where to play her. Where to taste her. Where to keep your tongue playing over to an all too forgotten tune.

And you didn't stop when she began to buck her hips into you. Nor when she dug her nails into your scalp. You only licked harder. Sucked mercilessly. Holding her in place just firm enough to keep her exactly where you wanted her.

That was until her pleasure finally peaked and her desire poured warmly into your mouth - over your lips - giving you maybe a minute to drink in the rest of her before she had you by the throat again. She lifted you to your feet - your face slick with her desire. A swift look of her surroundings and the Captain gave you a smirk, hand falling from your throat.

“Turn around.”

“Ahm-”

“Do as I say.”

Shuddering at her firm command you quickly turned around.

“Hands on the railing.”

You placed your hands upon the weathered wood and waited. Patiently. Obediently. Knowing whatever Alcina had in mind would surely be worth it. And when your eyes caught her subtle, swift movement - large hands reaching towards the pile of rope next to her - you swallowed.

“Any objections?” She smirked, loosely holding the strand of woven twine in the moonlight.

“Objections? M-me? Never.” You scoffed, swaying your hips teasingly from side to side.

“Mhm.”

Her stride was one of an experienced hunter - purposeful, dangerous. Wearing nothing but a partially unbuttoned collared shirt over her corset and a sinful smirk as she walked back over to you. Her alabaster skin made a mockery of the silvered moon above. The ship around you slightly rocked and the ocean breeze blew through your gingered hair. With such experienced fingers Alcina had your wrists bound to the railing in a matter of minutes, the rope firm against your flesh.

“Comfortable?”

You smirked, choosing yet again to play with fire.

“The most feared Pirate of the Seven Seas, going out of there to make sure little ol’ me is comfy?”

You caught about a glimmer of crimson before Alcina's hands were on your hips. A swift tug to pull you into position before her fingers came to the hemline of your underwear ( luckily for you, you never slept in pants ).

“Seems it may be time for me to remind you just what that mouth of yours is best used for.”

“Hmm.. my poetry and humorous quips?”

“No.” She practically growled as she ripped the simple fabric from your body, her large frame leaning in - ravened curls tickling the side of your ear. “You moaning my name.”

“F-fuck.” You shuddered. You both loved and hated how easily she could turn you on. With a simple firm tone and a pull at your hips. You were already wet enough to feel the cool night air between your legs, the measure of your arousal prevalent.

“Spread your legs.” She half growled again, making you whimper. “Do it.”

You felt a hand come around your throat from the back and you immediately obeyed, spreading your legs wider for her.

“That's a good whore.”

Her words were sickly sweet, making your body hot all over. It was a deep heat that resonated from the top of your head and landed directly in your core. You cried out in earnest when you felt her palm make contact with your skin, striking your ass with a sting. Followed by a desperate moan falling from your lips and a gasp as she grabbed your hips again.

“Please…” You whimpered.

“Please, what?”

It was clear by the smug look on Alcina's face that she was enjoying this. You, needy. Already desperate and pleading for her.

“Please, fuck me. Fuck.”

The pirate snorted, fingers gently tracing the outskirts of your core. “With that mouth?”

“You can do anything you want with this mouth, just fuck me.”

You were about the smirk in her direction when another strike landed across your backside, bringing an immediate heat to your cheeks. You whimpered, quite pathetically, and begged again.

“Please.”

With her other hand still firm around your throat you felt her enter you - one finger at first and then another, slowly stretching you out. Your hands bound in such a way that it left you completely at her mercy - entirely helpless.

Exactly how she wanted you.

“M-more. Please.”

She slid her fingers from your core and then drove them back in again, forcing you to bite your lip.

“Patience.”

The pirate paid no mind to your needy pleas, or how you squirmed against her. Her fingers both filling you and leaving you wanting more with each thrust. With each curl of her fingers there was only one thing you wanted. Needed.

“More.” You tried again.

Though, even as she picked up her speed it still wasn't enough. You feared it would never be enough. You yearned to be completely filled by her in every way. How you wished in that moment to be back in your quarters, with your chest of toys nearby and at your disposal. You whimpered as she continued to tease you. Her slow and languid thrusts only making you all the more needy, while your core ached for more.

“Please.” You begged again without shame, forcing your hips back into her.

“Impatient wench.” She hissed, the hand around your throat growing tighter. You swallowed against her palm and whimpered.

“Please, Mistress.”

You felt her fingers flinch inside of you before they slid out. A single second of aching emptiness before she rammed them back into you, finally adding another. The stretch was exquisite, delicious. A perfect mesh of pleasure and pain that sent an all encompassing heat across your body. Fuck, you felt so good. So full. Your core throbbing around the width of her.

“Ah- .. th-thank you, Mistress.”

She growled at the term, curling her fingers deep inside you once again. Your entire self was in her grasp. Wrists bound, hand around your neck. Her large frame caging you in as she held you in place. Each thrust followed immediately by another. Slow and deep. Fast and hard. Shifting each time she felt your pleasure start to peak, with your moans growing louder and a tremble across your legs. The cool ocean air blew against your fevered flesh, making you shiver all the same.

“Please. Let me cu-”

“You'll come when I say so, pet.”

She placed a tender kiss to the back of your neck and slowed her pace even more, her fingers curling deep within you. Your legs began to shake with need, each thrust matched with an equally needy whimper. You were soaked - dripping - your arousal coating her fingers and the inside of your inner thighs. You may have pleaded again, or it may have just been another whimper, your mind was too fogged over to tell. You did your best to slam your hips back into her and this time she didn't stop you. Instead her fingers came to tighten around your neck again as she abruptly picked up her speed.

“F-fuck.”

Your pleasure swiftly built, heating up your whole body. A prickling heat that crept across you like the mist upon an open sea. It was unhindered - unbearable, even - with your hips jerking and bucking back into her.

“F-fuck.. please. Please let me come.” You whined, tears collecting in the corners of your eyes.

Alcina chuckled, pulling your neck back just far enough to make eye contact with you.

“Come, then. Now.”

With that, she drove her fingers into you with unrelenting speed and you screamed out right. A violent shake across your body as it immediately, and without question, obeyed. The world around you blacked out by pleasure, replacing the Bloody Maiden with fireworks and the feeling of absolute bliss. You felt every part of you convulse as your orgasm ripped through you, body still held in place by Alcina's strong grip. Your breath quickened against the palm of her hand, flesh damp against her skin. Subtle shudders meeting each pump of her fingers as you rode out your high.

For a moment you couldn't move. Not even when she slowly removed her fingers from your core and brought them to your lips.

“Clean them.”

And you did, eagerly - even if half conscious with your legs trembling. Your tongue swirled around her fingers at your taste. And Alcina hummed, content, once you’d finished and placed a soft kiss to your temple before freeing your wrists from the railing.

“Think you can you walk?” She asked, looking over your wrists for any signs of of rope burns. And even with the smug tone to her voice, you knew she was genuinely asking.

“Nope. Pretty sure.. I'll never walk again. You’ll just have to.. carry me from here on out.” You joked between breaths, making the pirate chuckle.

*Mmh.. we’ll see. Take a moment and rest before trying.”

Alcina left you to breathe while she dressed. Her fair skin, dampened with sweat, luminous in the bright moonlight - the moon now high, stood directly above you. If you'd had a little more mental clarity, you'd have opened your mouth and told her how devastatingly beautiful she was, but the best you could do was hold yourself up and wait for your legs to stop shaking.

Which, eventually, they did.

“Well? Think you can make it?”

You chuckled as you straightened your back, finally rising to your full height. Your nightshirt was more than a bit disheveled and your underwear now a mere memory as it lay tattered on the floor.

“Hm. Think so. Probably.”

You took a step and immediately wobbled, making Alcina snort.

“Hardly, pet. Remain still.”

You waited where you stood, with a warm blush across your cheeks that only deepened when your Captain took you into her arms and lifted you with ease.

“Heh.. thanks.”

A tiny smile upon her lips as she looked down at you.

“It is the least I can do, no? Consider I'm the one who left you in such a state.”

“I mean.. true.. but still, thank you.”

You looked up at her a bit sheepishly and she hummed, holding you a little closer.

“Did it help?” You asked, drowsy.

“What, dear?”

“The.. distraction..”

She laughed warmly. “Mh.. very much. Now rest.”

You nodded and curled into her bosom. Her warmth and steady breathing was all you needed to feel safe in the world. As your eyes grew heavier with each step, your mind began to fog again. Though, before it fully drifted off you couldn't help but have one final thought: which of the crew would be the first to find your discarded underwear left in pieces on the deck.

[ephemerasnape]

Comic! Paying the Piper

So pleased to present the following illustrations for my fic Paying the Piper. Oswald and his dynamic with Elisabeth have been captured so well in this! The comic is SFW but the fic is not.

This comic does an amazing job oversimplifying the basic premise of the first couple chapters.

✸ Paying the Piper

Ashwinder Scout x OFC The newest shopkeeper in Hogsmeade is met with an unpleasant surprise when a handsome young Ashwinder shows up at her door demanding payment.

ETA: I've made a video of this comic!

[lord-of-rain]

Ruby vs. Mama Arc pt. 1

#You have one new message#

"Hey mom..."

Jaune's voice filtered through the speaker, his face came into focus on the screen.

"So uh good news... We won, I didn't think I'd make it this far but I guess I'll be coming home after al-"

Jaune was cut off when someone tugged his arm from off-screen.

"Come on, Vomit Boy~ let's get to bed~"

The camera jerked to the side revealing a girl in a corset tugging on his arm, smiling suggestively. The camera snapped back to a blushing Jaune.

"Haha okay, Rubes! Uh, I might bring a girl home too, love you, bye!"

Tears rolled down Mrs. Arc's face as her son awkwardly ended the message, she tried with every scrap of willpower not to break down sobbing.

"Iris, what's wrong?"

Her husband asked rubbing her shoulders.

"Our baby boy."

He voice was faint

"He's been seduced by some... some... Hussy!"

Iris cried out as she imagined what weird kinky stuff that goth floozy was doing to her sweet little prince.

"There's only one thing I can do."

Mama Arc said menacingly.

"Please don't threaten her with the Billhook."

Papa Arc pleaded, suddenly his wife turned on her heel.

"That's a great idea, honey! I'll get my old Billhook to scare off that Bimbo!"

Iris strode out of the room her heels barely touching the ground, her husband looked over to Saphron and her son who looked up at his mother.

"Mama, what's a bimbo?"

Saphron nearly spat out her coffee.

"Ack! Uhh, It doesn't mean anything, but you're gonna see Uncle Jaune soon!"

Saphron obfuscated.

Adrian gasped in excitement, Terra breathed some things never changed and she did not envy Jaune's girlfriend.

[rwac96]

Prompt

OG Gigolo

It is time. Jaune has been telling Ruby that it is coming, so let him give her exactly what she wants. Time for him to ruin Ruby's pussy for her birthday.

Plapp!-Plapp!-Plapp!-Plapp!-Plapp!-Plapp!

"Haaahh!! Jaune!!!" Ruby Rose wailed as she was rocked back and forth on her bed, bent over the king-sized bed. "Oooh, don't stooop!!"

"Anything for the birthday girl," the blonde gigolo replied as he hammered his hips against her shapely cheeks. "I did promise to ruin this tight lil' pussy~."

With their clothes scattered all over the motel room floor, Jaune pumps his manhood in and out of Ruby's clinging slit. The silver-eyed girl gripped at the bedsheets beneath her, as she endured the gigolo's thrusts. Jaune has his hands on her waist, while he pumps his cock at a steady but deep pace. His ocean-blue eyes gazed at the redhead's jiggling buttocks. With each thrust the gigolo gave the birthday girl, the bed they were on rocked and creaked.

Schlap!-Schlap!-Schlap!-Shclap!-Schlap!-Schlap!

"Ooough, fuck yesss!!" Ruby shuddered as she felt Jaune's girth pushed deeper into her slight depths. "Keep--Oooh!! Fuck, at it!!" She leaned her head back as she felt his hips slammed against her cheeks.

"Nnngh, Ruby!!" Furrowing his brows, the gigolo slides his right hand down to squeeze one of his client's jiggling buns. "Such a nice grip! You've been waitin' for this--Hnngh!!"

"Haaaahhh!! Yesss!!" The silver-eyed girl squealed as she felt his manhood plunging in and out of her twat. "The way you--Oooh!! Ruined Pyrrha's--Aaahh! Weiss' and her mother's pussies--FUCK!!" She turns her head to the thrusting Jaune, "It turned me on--Ooouughh!!" She buries her head into a pillow, her insides clamping down on the invading organ.

Whalp!Whalp!Whalp!Whalp!Whalp!Whalp!

"Hmmph! Yeah!" Jaune picked up the pace of his movements, leaning towards the redhead. "They were previews of what you're experiencing--Nnngh! What I'm gonna do to this tight pussy!" He closed his eyes, as he hammered the bulbous tip against Ruby's cervix.

"Fuck--AAAAUUGHHH!!" Ruby raises her head from the pillow, drool running down her chin, "C-Cumming!!!"

"Me too!" Jaune said, as he continued humping as semen erupts and floods her womb. "Take it, Ruby!!!"

"JAAAUUNEEE!!" She hollered as she gushed pussy juice all over the blonde's lap. "FUUUCK!!"

As Ruby arches her back, the gigolo slaps her shapely rear; making her squeal again. Grinding his hips against her Rubooty for a while, Jaune began humping the birthday girl once more. She shrieks happily as she felt her gigolo spreading her slit wide again, even as cum seeped out.

[trekscribbles]

The Bushwhack Job: Chapter Fourteen

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen

(Disclaimer: This is a relatively rough draft and subject to change when I post to AO3. I'm just overly excited and want to share what I have.)

Eliot hit the ground forearm-first, rolling along the left side of his body to spare himself as much pain as possible. Lancaster’s shot went high—he heard it thud into the wall, well past the desk he’d landed beneath—but his attention was on the sound of Parker’s footsteps as she broke from cover. One, two, three... The door crashed open, and Lancaster’s answering shot came four seconds too late.

Parker was safe. The rest, he’d figure out.

The radio buzzed against the floor in the middle of the lobby, and he heard a muffled, “Ford, I have Parker. Come around to the front. Lancaster’s still inside with Spencer.”

Thank God for J.B. He really didn’t know how he was going to repay him.

“Hear that?” Eliot called. “Now it’s just you and me. We can still walk out of here before the police show up.”

“No one’s walking out,” Lancaster said. “But you’re right about one thing: we don’t have time to play. Stand up. I won’t shoot, I just want to talk to you face to face.”

Eliot snorted. “Somehow, I’m doubting your sincerity.”

“I give you my word.”

That was as good as useless, but if Eliot wanted to keep him talking long enough to chance an escape, he had to play along. “All right,” he said, sucking in a fortifying breath before straightening behind the desk. His right leg throbbed, and he could feel the blood soaking into his jeans—another pair of Sunny’s ruined. He’d never pay her back at this rate.

Lancaster stood across the room, his derringer aimed at Eliot’s chest. “See you worked your hands free,” Eliot said, rolling his shoulders. “What took you so long? We shouldn’t have been able to beat you down the stairs.”

Lancaster grinned. “I had to stop at my safe. Didn’t want this to get caught up in the explosion.”

He lifted a gun belt, and Eliot snorted. “Don’t you think you’re taking this cowboy thing a little too far?”

“This isn’t a cowboy thing,” Lancaster sneered. “This is a Colt Model 1860 Army Percussion Revolver, owned by Jesse James himself when he rode with the Quantrill Raiders. I bought it for $230,000, but I figured once I found the James treasure, it would sell for twice that.”

A flicker of color outside caught Eliot’s eye: police lights. Their sirens joined the wail of the alarm, and Eliot did his best to push the noise to the back of his mind. “Hard to dig up a treasure on someone else’s property,” he said.

“Well, with you out of the way, that won’t be much of a problem.”

Eliot eased a step backward, shuffling to keep from putting too much pressure on his right leg. “You don’t know Sunny June very well.”

“I don’t need to,” Lancaster said. “That’s the beauty of money. You never have to get your hands dirty.”

“Until now,” Eliot said.

“Until now.” Lancaster lifted the gun, sighting down his arm and closing one eye. “A fact I’m about to remedy.”

Eliot braced himself to turn and run, but Lancaster didn’t shoot. Instead, he bent his knees, set the gun at his feet, and slid it across the floor toward Eliot.

“Pick it up,” he said.

Eliot stared at him. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“Shooting at the range is one thing,” Lancaster said, sliding the gun belt off his shoulder and fastening it around his waist. “But I’ve always wanted to know how I’d measure up in a real gun fight.”

“Your gun is 150 years old,” Eliot said. “And mine has a range of like seven yards. Not exactly worthy of the O.K. Corral.”

“You scared?” Lancaster needled.

Eliot laughed. “That don’t work on professionals, hoss. I got nothing to prove to you.”

“Then put it this way.” Lancaster spun the cylinder on his revolver, sliding bullets in as he spoke. “I’m shooting either way. You can pick up that gun and defend yourself, or stand there and take a bullet. Doesn’t matter to me.”

Fire sirens joined the cacophony of alarms, but no one was coming inside. Waiting for the bomb squad, probably—he had to keep stalling. Slowly, he lowered himself into a crouch and reached for the derringer, his eyes on Lancaster’s right hand. He’d holstered the gun and stood with his feet planted wide, grinning.

“How do you see this going down?” Eliot asked. 

Lancaster flexed his hands. “You pick up the gun. It’s already loaded, but you’ll need to cock the hammer. Stand with it at your side, and then we draw. Fastest man wins.”

“Speed’s got nothing to do with it if you can’t land a hit,” Eliot said.

“Then I guess we’re about to test your aim.”

Great—Eliot had no idea if he could shoot. Probably, given his other skills, but it would be just his luck that guns weren’t one of the weapons he was apparently proficient with. But even if he could shoot, even if he could manage to hit Lancaster at the edge of the derringer’s range, he wasn’t sure he wanted to. Whatever he’d done in the past, whoever he’d been before… he didn’t want to be a killer. Parker had trusted him to follow her out, and if killed Lancaster now…

He wasn’t sure how much of himself would stay behind.

“On three?” Eliot asked. He’d picked up the gun, frowning at the feel of the short handle in his palm, but was careful to keep it pointed away from Lancaster. 

“So you can shoot on two?” Lancaster said. “You’re not getting inside my head, Spencer. Just draw.”

“It’s not really drawing if I don’t have a holster,” Eliot muttered. He lifted the gun carefully, keeping it at his hip as he rose on his good leg.

“There’s no talking your way out of this one,” Lancaster said, sneering. “Either way, you’re not getting out of this alive.”

Eliot went still. “Either way?”

Lancaster’s fingers twitched, and his gaze darted toward a clock on the wall over Eliot’s head. “You think you’re the only one who can stall?”

Alarms and sirens screamed. Eliot’s heart pounded, sending stabs of adrenaline through him—but no fear. Time was up, and he was getting out. 

He’d made a promise.

“You assumed I had to call to set off the bombs,” Lancaster said, misinterpreting his silence. “That ain’t the only way to do it. I would’ve taken a long lunch, only to come back and find the evil Mr. Ford had made good on his threats again—but this will work. You’ve got about ten seconds to decide whether you want to go out with a bang or a bullet.”

Eliot fired. He aimed high, hoping to take Lancaster by surprise, make him flinch—hoping to steal an extra second while he turned for the door. Lancaster’s gun clicked behind him—a misfire—the idiot had probably tried using the ammunition in the gun belt. He didn’t look over his shoulder to see if Lancaster was following. He fixed his eyes on the doors—on the golden hair he could see beyond them.

The explosion started above them. Without the charges in the basement, the building shook, but held—windows burst overhead, raining glass down on the sidewalk outside. The firefighters and police flinched at the sound, hurrying to usher spectators out of the way. Eliot’s leg gave out and he stumbled, caught himself on one hand, and ran on. He was ten feet away—seven, five, two.

The next charges blew as his hand hit the door, and the force of the blast threw it open, glass shattering around him. He lost his feet, crashing into the sidewalk as heat exploded against his back, and then something hit his head—

[newcathedrals]

favorite winnix fics pt. 2

pt. 1

these are all "long" winnix fics (like the first list), which I'm defining as around 20k or more. they're in in no particular order, either, they're all great!

duology by leoandsnake, 118k, series, explicit. felt very "realistic" in its own way. Winnix the long way around, which is my favorite. heavy on Nix's alcoholism. I adore the ending to this, as well.

He Shall Live This Day, and See Old Age by CorvidCordelia, 56k, explicit. Great writing, very classic long Winnix fic.

A Spell of Riot by churchkey, 62k, explicit. very intense portrayal of alcoholism and recovery from addiction. depressing and very well written.

A Different War by x_art, 28k, explicit. Dick keeps having dreams about Lewis. Very sweet, great writing.

Lancaster County by raquelelpillo, 37k, series, teen/mature. AU where Nix visits Lancaster as a teenager with his mother and stays for the summer. Essentially Nix and Dick are teenagers in the 1940s and fall in love. definitely one of my new favorite longer Winnix fics. very creative, great writing style, very sweet. made me feel nostalgic for a summer I never lived <3

Long Ago and Far Away by churchkey, 18k, series, explicit. very classic Winnix, well written. the best fic in this series is "This Tender Offering."

[bonnibellexox]

Fanfiction Snipet Requests!

Any scenes from my stories you’d like to see get the credit they deserve?

For example:

-sad scenes from Time Together

-flirty scenes from Caught Red-handed

-cute scenes from Privacy

I also have many White Rose and White Knight scenes to choose from so let me know.

(Here’s a progress screenshot for “We All So Happy for You”)

[seedsinmygarden]

MC's Wedding Day

for: @rosy05

this was a fun request!! i randomized every (former!) student and used that as my basis. while there were certainly some I could have done easily (like MC and Amit inviting Shah or MC and Imelda inviting Kogawa), I wanted the challenge. enjoy!

Word Count: 2,017 words

Tags/Warnings: Set in a time where Fig didn’t die in the Final Repository Battle; takes place seven years after the Battle Below Hogwarts— thus, all student characters aged-up to their early 20s! Fluff, some found family.

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“HEADMASTER BLACK and a plus one are cordially invited to the union of Mr. Phillip Hans and Mx. MC. Dinner and dancing to follow, owl with regrets only.”

          What in Merlin’s bloody beard is this? He scoffs, preparing to owl back, but then his wife, Ursula Black, spots the letter over his shoulder. “Is that a wedding invitation? Darling, we should go!” “Absolutely not. To be quite frank, I don’t even know why I was invited!” “Perhaps it’s only a formality?”

          After some persuasion from his wife, Headmaster Black attended the event. He started off still grumbling, but eased up only a tad as the ceremony turned out to be rather lovely (and both Eleanor Gryffindor and the Minister of Magic were in attendance as well, seeing as Phillip, MC’s now-husband, was a renowned Auror). Besides, it was free food and he supposes there was some good conversation to be had among the other… witches and wizards, in attendance. He exchanged brief conversation with Phillip and MC when they visited his table (shared with a few other professors and their spouses) during dinner, only just congratulating them after a firm nudge from Ursula on his right.

“PROFESSOR MATILDA WEASLEY and a plus one are cordially invited to the union of Mr. Thomas Dharby and Mx. MC. Dinner and dancing to follow, owl with regrets only.”

          Professor Weasley was shocked to say the least, but not too shocked. She had remained in touch with many of her former students, but she had never been invited to one of their weddings before! Since it was only just outside of Hogsmeade, it wouldn’t take much of her time to attend and so she did. It was a beautiful wedding, especially when Tommy loudly proclaimed his vows as if he wanted the whole world to hear them because, well, who could blame him.

          Upon the first opportunity she saw during the reception, she had made her way to the lovely couple and thanked them for inviting her to join them on their day, to which MC had smiled and invited her to an embrace. “Oh, how you’ve grown into the wonderful adults you are. May your lives together be full of fortune, love, and happiness.” 

(PROFESSOR ELEAZAR FIG)

          Well, Professor Fig didn’t quite need an invite as he was the person walking MC down the aisle. When MC had asked him to walk them down the aisle alongside their father, Professor Fig could not have been more honored to do as much. He won’t admit, but he cried after MC had left. He got to watch them grow up into the wondrous person they are now and he was ecstatic to be there as they take their next step in life— quite literally.

          He watches as MC wedded Peter Green, the quiet Ravenclaw that was seemingly Madame Scribner’s favorite student in all her years as librarian of Hogwarts (and he was sure she would have been invited had she not passed away so soon). The dinner and reception were both lovely as ever, and he could see the love in both their eyes as they had their first dance, not far from the love he held for Miriam when they first wedded. MC was in perfectly good hands.

“PROFESSOR DINAH HECAT and a plus one are cordially invited to the union of Mr. Lucan Brattleby and Mx. MC. Dinner and dancing to follow, owl with regrets only.”

          When the former Unspeakable first received the invitation, she was a bit surprised. It certainly wasn’t everyday that former professors would be invited to the wedding, though perhaps she had more of an effect than she thought back when they were students. 

          She later learned that with both MC and Lucan long out of school and working in the same department as Aurora, of course they were going to reunite and, as it seemed, a relationship kindled from there. When she arrived and witnessed the couple tell their vows, she knew the love they held was true and wished that it would live forever for them— one of a kind, she told them when she got the chance to speak to the couple. 

“PROFESSOR ABRAHAM RONEN and a plus one are cordially invited to the union of Ms. Annabelle Sallow and Mx. MC. Dinner and dancing to follow, owl with regrets only.”

          To say he was giddy was certainly an understatement. He cheered so loud, one could have heard it clear across the castle. He knewwww, he kNEW, from the moment Anne and MC sat together in 6th year Charms (how she was cured, Ronen will never know, but he always had an inkling that MC was involved) that they would come to spend the rest of their lives together. Now to get an invitation to their wedding? Merlin, he was pleased!

          The venue and reception were beautiful, and he could see the hint of charmwork weaved into the space, including Avis, the very first charm he had taught them in their 6th year. To know they had valued him so much in their lives that they would invite him to witness their marriage brought him to tears alone, and he was ready— more than ready— to sing their praises (and maybe brag a bit about some of the present charms as he had taught them so long ago). When he finally came face to face with the newly married couple bearing MC’s surname, he gave them both a great big hug and wished them all the best on their new lives together.

“PROFESSOR ASEOP SHARP and a plus one are cordially invited to the union of Mr. Everett Clopton and Mx. MC. Dinner and dancing to follow, owl with regrets only.”

          Well, this was certainly a surprise. An unexpected one. Yet, it was also rather welcome. He found himself itching to go, but at the same time, he wasn't exactly a party person, he had always been much more introverted... but then again, MC was one of his best students (and possibly the most powerful ever) and they were a joy to have in his classroom, though he would never admit that out loud. 

          In the end, he decided to attend the ceremony and since he had a plus-one, he took along Professor Ronen to keep him company. He knew the man's giddiness would rub off at least a bit and allow him to enjoy the wedding— and enjoy the wedding he did! He didn't quite dance, but he got to sit in on the scenery and atmosphere, and found himself grateful that he had decided to attend. (Even Professor Ronen managed to drag him out to the dance floor for one dance and of course, bragged about it later.)

“PROFESSOR MIRABEL GARLICK and a plus one are cordially invited to the union of Ms. Amoria Dovah-Fawkes and Mx. MC. Dinner and dancing to follow, owl with regrets only.”

          Professor Garlick gasps happily at the sight of the wedding invitation, and to see that it was located in MC's own conservatory, a beautiful location on its own... Merlin save her. Though it had been a while since the two were out of school, Garlick was rather close with MC and Poppy as they started a combined herbology/beasts in the Gilded Perch corridor, a dream they shared since they had found it all those years ago (as MC had enthusiastically shared with Garlick shortly before graduation). 

          When she arrived, she could feel all the love that was put into the new conservatory, and the love that the now-married couple had for each other. Amoria always had a fascination with beasts, particularly dragons, so of course there was a couple baby dragons about without their mothers (whether it be abandoned or the mother was dead :( ). She congratulated the couple when she was finally face-to-face with them, happily wishing them all the best on their new lives together like a pair of beautiful budding roses. 

“PROFESSOR CHIYO KOGAWA and a plus one are cordially invited to the union of Ms. Poppy Sweeting and Mx. MC. Dinner and dancing to follow, owl with regrets only.”

          Like Professor Sharp, Kogawa was rather surprised to have received this invitation— unexpected, yet welcome. She found herself sighing with a smile as she looked at the beautiful artwork on the invitation itself— a phoenix and a badger, no doubt reminiscent of the couple whose wedding she was invited to. She decides then and there to attend— MC was a wonderful person and to be marrying Poppy Sweeting… Kogawa knew they had found true love with the sweet yet stern Hufflepuff girl. 

          The wedding ceremony was beautiful, of course, as was the reception. MC had expressed their excitement upon Kogawa’s arrival and chatted with her a bit while Poppy danced with her few bridesmaids— some mutual friends of her and MC’s— and Kogawa, of course, wished them well. 

(PROFESSOR MUDWAI ONAI)

          Professor Onai couldn't have been happier to walk her daughter down the aisle to MC. The two have been inseparable since they first met in Charms class in their 5th year and even through all the hardships they had experienced, well… they experienced them together and it only brought them closer. 

          Handing her daughter off was truly a gift in itself. She had heard MC’s muttered compliment and Natty’s giggle in response and smiles. The ceremony itself was beautiful and went off without a hitch, and when the reception came with dinner and dancing involved, Professor Onai sat and watched the lovely couple. She remembered the excitement Natty brought with her after her first date with MC, and she certainly didn’t need to be a Seer to know that her daughter was in good hands.

“PROFESSOR SATYAVATI SHAH and a plus one are cordially invited to the union of Ms. Scarlet Fawkes and Mx. MC. Dinner and dancing to follow, owl with regrets only.”

          Professor Shah scoffs. A former student inviting her to their wedding? Please, this must be a joke. However, after a brief conversation with Professor Garlick, who was also invited, Professor Shah decided it was worth her time and went only as long as Professor Garlick joined her. Of course, Garlick was excited, and even shared the color of her gown with Shah so they could match if Shah so wanted to.

          The venue itself was beautiful, but the reception area was extravagant. So much more than Shah was expecting. It was in the Highlands, and it was a clear sky, and they were so lucky to have picked a date where there would be a few constellations and even planets spotted in the sky. MC visited with Professor Shah, thanking her for coming and the two shared in spotting some constellations. Shah wouldn’t say it aloud, but she was proud of her students and the wonderful people they grew up to become. 

“PROFESSOR BAI HOWIN and a plus one are cordially invited to the union of Mr. Leon Hans and Mx. MC. Dinner and dancing to follow, owl with regrets only.”

          Certainly a pleasant surprise when Professor Howin received the owls. She knew that MC had been traveling the world with Leon as he played Quidditch, and they studied, rescued, and rehabilitated various beasts that they found around the globe, often owling Howin with their finds and anything else interesting they see along the way.

          She attends the wedding, marking it the first time she saw them in years and MC was excited that Howin was there. She doesn’t converse much as she wasn’t a party person, but she still wishes the couple all her best and only the best lives together going forward. 

“PROFESSOR CUTHBERT BINNS and a plus one are cordially invited to the union of Ms. Florence Watts and Mx. MC. Dinner and dancing to follow, owl with regrets only.”

          Unfortunately, he cannot even leave Hogwarts as he's confined to its walls. (It's a ghost thing.) He sends an owl with regrets, but adds a letter wishing them all the best and a few books as a wedding gift. Hopefully they understand. 

[tanakavox]

Jaune:Hey ladies, sorry the misson took longer then expected. There turned out to be mor-

Jaune was interrupted by Weiss leaping on to him. Jaune's refilx allowed him to catch her, wrapping his arm around her waist. Before Jaune could ask what's up, Weiss gave him a searing, passionate kiss. After a bit, weiss pull back and look him dead in the eyes, her own clouded in lust.

Weiss:Baby! You! Give me now!

Jaune(confused) H-huh?

Ruby:She wants a baby.

Jaune turned to see Ruby leaning on a wall looking a bit annoyed.

Ruby:Every since Saphron left with Adrien she hasn't shut up about having a baby.

Weiss:Because their cute and brighten my day, Ruby, and I'm not getting any younger, so your knocking me up tonight!

Jaune simply stares at Weiss blankly before giving her a wide, goofy smile and begins to Weiss upstairs before stopping to look at Ruby

Jaune:Ruby? Do you wanna join

Ruby simply scoffs.

Ruby:No. Not interested in having a baby right now.

Weiss:Suit yourself! JAUNE!

Jaune, without saying a word, rushed up stairs. Ruby sighed and sat down to watch T.V. However, it didn't take long for Ruby to start hearing Weiss moans and the sounds of thumping above her. She gritted her teeth as she felt a heat build up in her. Jaune had been gone a awhile and Weiss was too busy ranting about wanting a baby to really have sexy times. And Ruby didn't feel like getting any toys.

Ruby:Godsdammit, screw it!

Ruby pulled off her pants and rushed upstairs, knocking down the door, shocking Weiss and Jaune.

Ruby:I still don't want a baby yet, but I'll be damned if I'm not getting laid tonight!

[brunossan]

RWBY JAUNE WITCH HUNTER AU

Part 3: Jaune and The Girls

*in the Last Episode, Jaune Arc discovered that Witches have a way to find their mates by seeing a certain light in someone's eyes. Now, this Witch Hunter apprentice is The mate of 4 Witches: Ruby Rose, Yang Xiao Long, Blake Belladonna and Weiss Schnee.*

*Now, The Narrator is gonna let Jaune tell How he is right now. After all, in The time of this AU, one week has passed.*

Jaune: Hum... I am supposed to read something?

*no, Jaune. Just Tell me, How this week has been.*

Jaune: Oh! Its... Been great. Im living pretty well actually.

*So They are treating you well?*

Jaune: I mean... In their own way. *Blushes.*

*If you do not feel ashamed, Tell me. How They are with you?*

Jaune: Can i Tell in Order? *The Narrator nods* Ok. I Will start with Ruby. She is gentle, kind and Very cute. And she loves weapons. Like, a lot!

flashback on

Ruby: Here, right here. *She shows her scythe to Jaune, focusing on The Blade* You see? Its getting blind.

Jaune: Blind?

Ruby: It means The Blade is getting Weaker. But with my Magic, i can revigorate It. *she uses her wand and The Blade is shining like New* See? Good as New!

Jaune: That's Very cool!

Flashback off

Jaune: And that night i discovered that It also affects organic things.

flashback on

Jaune: *panting, no clothes on bed* Ruby... Please... No more... Its been 6 times already... The others are gonna get angry...

Ruby: *on top of him, with a grinning Smile* Well, I was the one to bring you here. And I convinced Yang that you would Last The entire night in my First time so...

*she Takes her wand and touches The tip of his Dick with It. Without any further Warning, The massive dong rises again, Ruby smiling in a pervert way, while Jaune looks terrified.*

Ruby: Get ready for more 4 rounds of riding.

Flashback off

Jaune: Yeah... Ruby can be cute and kind. But in bed... I must pray to survive her lusy.

*And The other girls?*

Jaune: Oh, yeah. Well, Blake is like a cat. She is serious, acts like Nothing matters but... She has a Very cute and needy Side too.

Flashback on

Jaune: Is that... Cat ears?

Blake: Yep. *Reading an erotic book, sitting by his Side in The couch* I use to hide them in a bow, as Its a way Witch Hunters finds either Witches like me or Familiars.

*Jaune looks at her cat ears, an urge growing Inside of him. Blake notices his looks, grabbing its hand and putting it in her Head.*

Blake: Listen. If you ever Tell anyone that i like being petted, i Will turn you into a Frog And dissecate you. Got It?

Jaune: ... I got It.

Blake: Good. Now you can pet me.

*Jaune moves his Hand in Blake's Head, patting her. The Black haired girl then lets a small and cute purr, while clinging in The Blonde one*

Blake: You know, you have a good talent with hands.

Jaune: I was the best at polishing armors and giving massages in The academy.

Blake: Massages? *She lays in his lap, letting her back visible to him, smiling in a smug way* The girls Will take her time to Go back, so How about you give me a special massage?~

*Jaune gulps, as he looks at her back and butt. He looks around, trying to see If They are truly alone. Suddenly, his neck is pulled by a Black cat tail, making him get on top of Blake's back, his crotch near her butt. She smiles as she feels his bulge grows beetween her buttcheeks*

Blake: Oh, so you are Anxious for that~

Flashback off

Jaune: Blake is The boldest of them all. And likes to take risks. Different of Weiss. Weiss is... A princess. She is Very bossy and its on Command of everything. But there's The thing. She... Knows How to motivate everyone.

Flashback on.

*Jaune is swordfighting with Weiss in The forest, The girl overpowering him with its Rapier. Suddenly, with a fast cut, Weiss disarmed him, slicing its rusty armor in half. Jaune drops his Sword, putting his hand up*

Jaune: I surrender.

Weiss: Good. *she makes her Sword disappear* Its Very rare for a Witch Hunter to surrender.

Jaune: Im not totally a Witch Hunter, you know.

Weiss: Yes That's why i Said It, dolt. *she cleans her hands*. You need to improve If you wanna have a chance against me. Or anyone.

Jaune: I got it... *He turns around, going towards The house.*

Weiss: Where are you going?

Jaune: Im tired. I wanna rest. *he bumps into an Ice wall* ouch!

Weiss: You are not tired. I can Sense it. Come here and Tell me what's wrong.

Jaune: Im saying im Fine! Its not enough?

*Weiss opens its arms, Jaune dont understanding any of this. Suddenly, an Ice Pillar pushes him towards her, The girl embracing The taller One in a gentle hug.*

Jaune: W-weiss what are you doing? *He asks as he blushes, his Head in her chest*

Weiss: People used to treat you harsh, right? And your calming mechanism... Was hiding. Lying that you are tired Just for staying alone... *She touches his hair, stroking it.* And crying.

Jaune: I dont cry. Im Fine.

Weiss: Jaune... *She pulls him down, making him knee* You know that a week has passed and The light didnt faded away, right?

Jaune: ... Yeah.

Weiss: So dont be afraid of crying on my shoulder when you want to. Ok? You are my mate, our mate. And... I wont think you are weak If you show me your feelings.*

*Jaune Arc stopped resisting The hug and started letting himself be embraced by Weiss arms, all while sunking its Head in her shoulders and, in silence, letting The tears flow. Weiss stroked his hair, while thinking that Maybe They werent so different after all.*

Flashback off

Jaune: I like that she is The Ice Witch but gives me The warmest hugs. Even in bed. Her favourite position is anyone where she can hold in me. In my opinion, i think she is The most clingy.

*I see that your Relationship with them has improved. But i have a question for you. And Yang? You still didnt talked about her.*

Jaune: Oh. Yang. Of course. Well... She is... Difficult. Very difficult. I dont think she likes me much. In fact we still didnt did... Anything. *Sigh* I still think she wants to Crush me.

*I as The Narrator knows everything. However, i cant Tell you much. All i can Tell to you its to be patient. Because you still need to Dig deeper Into her Heart.*

Jaune: Can you give me some advice?

*Unfortunally, only on next episode. Also, If someone wants to know something more about this séries, The Askbox and The comments are always open. See you later.*

*To be Continued...*

[thannwriting]

Yang sneaks up on Ruby (Lancaster)

Ruby peeked from behind the tree, watching Jaune chop the wood they were going to use for the campfire. Technically, she was supposed to be gathering berries right now, but she’d already done it. 

Berries were nowhere as good as cookies, she harrumphed. And that was final. 

No matter how much Ren tried to convince her and Nora otherwise, with his disgusting green smoothie shakes... 

Uncle Qrow had made them do everything they needed to do to live out in the wilderness, which included foraging and hunting for food. Once the cookie snacks ran out, there were no more cookies...

Jaune stood tall, a heavy axe in his hand. Ruby watched as he brought it down, grunting, making a noticeable dent. He brought it back up for another round, and slammed it home on top of the wood, splitting it cleanly in two. Both pieces fell to the side, and he was already bending down to get another block to hew. 

J-Jaune was shirtless! 

Ruby unashamedly watched, as the tight muscles of his arms flexed and rippled with every grunt. With every forceful swing of the axe, muscles across his body rippled. Biceps, triceps, deltoids, pectorals. 

In the morning sun, his sweat glistened on his skin. He set the head of the axe into the next chunk of wood, as he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, perspiration dripping onto the ground. 

Since when was Jaune lean and beefy, and almost tan? Noodles weren’t supposed to be beefy, they were supposed to be limp and skinny! Beacon, and more specifically, Percy’s and her dad’s training routine, had done him nothing but favors.  

“Hey Ruby.”

Ruby would have ‘eeped’ if not for the hand muffling her mouth. She kicked and struggled for a few moments, but eventually gave up. She couldn’t physically overpower Yang. 

“So, whatcha looking at?” Yang whispered conspiratorially, “Ladykiller again?”

“What do you mean again?” Ruby whispered back furiously. 

“Aww don’t play coy~” her elder sister grinned, “You’ve been watching him for the past thirty minutes haven’t you, you dirty little sister... Watching his muscles at work, dripping sweat~”

Ruby’s face and ears turned red at the image her dirty mind conjured up. 

“Yang!” she launched herself at her sister, tackling her into the brush, further from Jaune. Still, it only widened Yang’s stupid grin. They grappled for a few short moments, before Yang came out on top, pinning Ruby beneath her.  

“Alright, alright, I think it’s interrogation time,” Yang grinned. 

Noooo-

“So, why do you like Jaune?” 

“W-What do you mean?” Ruby played innocent.

Yang looked at her. 

“Sis, you are the worst liar I’ve ever seen,” Yang rolled her eyes, “Come on now, out with it.” 

“Okay, fine!” Ruby tried to throw her hands up in exasperation, but suddenly remembered that Yang had pinned them to her sides. 

“I like him because he was there for me, okay? He was just like me. My first friend at Beacon.”

Ruby could still remember when she blew up dust and made a crater, and he was there for me, offering her his hand. It made her feel fuzzy and warm inside, thinking of him. Appearing to her like her knight in shining armor, unafraid and unrelenting.  

“We were two awkward dorks that had each others’ backs. He’s nice, and honest, and dorky, but that’s what I like about him. He’s clueless, and dorky, and a klutz, but all the little things he does are what I like about him. He told me about his tr-”

Ruby cut herself off abruptly, internally panicking. She couldn’t betray Jaune’s trust like that! No way! Not after he confided in her! 

“He told me about his troubles,” Ruby amended, mentally clapping herself on the back for the quick thinking, “He confided in me. He trusted me. He’s honest, and caring, and kind. That’s what I love about him.”

Ruby finished, looking up at Yang hopefully. 

The blonde had a massive grin on her face. 

“I think someone’s in love~” 

Yang sobered up, “Okay, I approve. You like him for him. You can date him, but on one condition:”

Ruby didn’t like this. 

“No fooling around in the dark you know? We’re all trying to sleep, so at least keep it quiet if you’re too pent up, you know~”

Ruby moaned in distress.

—From Chapter 33 of my PJO x RWBY fanfic, Never Change. Feel free to check the fanfic out!

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14077305/1/Never-Change

Never Change - Chapter 1 - Wattpad

[shinobirain24]

Sunsprite Arc

Full name: Sunsprite Summer Rose Arc

Nicknames: Lady Arc, Lieutenant Arc, Sunny (by her parents)

Hair color: Blonde

Eye color: Silver

Occupation: Leader of the Knights of Arc, Second-in-command pf Vale's military, Member of the Resistance, huntress

Affiliation: Clan Arc, Knights of Arc, The Resistance, Vale's military

Semblance: Aura Amp, Rose Manifest

Weapon: Crocea Mors (upgraded into a scythe)

Family: Ruby Rose (mother), Jaune Arc (father), Yang Xiao Long (maternal aunt), Taiyang Xiao Long (maternal grandfather), Summer Rose (maternal grandmother, deceased), Qrow Branwen (honorary great-uncle), Jaden Arc (Paternal grandfather, deceased), unnamed paternal grandmother, Saphron Arc (Paternal Aunt), Terra Cotta-Arc (Paternal aunt), Adrian Arc (paternal cousin), Unnamed 6 paternal aunts, Unnamed paternal great-grandfather, Unnamed great-great grandfather, Mirak Arc (great-great-great grandfather, deceased)

Biography:

Sunsprite was born to Ruby Rose and Jaune Arc. Named after a yellow rose that represents to feel positive and hope, and the promise of a new beginning. Like her mother, Ruby, Sunsprite is born with silver eyes.

She was born during the time of the 2nd Great War in Vale. As an infant, it was the only time Sunsprite sees her mother, but Ruby feared Salem will come after Sunsprite (due to the fact that she has silver eyes). To lure Salem away from her daughter, Ruby resolves to leave. But not before telling Jaune, and asked him to give Sunsprite a letter when she turns 17.

After Ruby left, Jaune was left to raise his daughter on his own, with the help of his older sister, Saphron, and Ruby's older sister, Yang. This way, Sunsprite will still be surrounded by love and family, even during the hard times in the 2nd Great War.

As Sunsrpite grew up, her aunt Yang would not only spoil her and spend some time with her, but also taught her niece hand-to-hand combat. Then Jaune would teach her swordsmanship, but she prefers to fight without a shield in order to excel in her speed.

Later, she would meet her honorary great-uncle, Qrow Branwen, one of the surviving huntsmen that has been watching over Sunsprite from a distance until now. And the one who taught Sunsprite's mother the ways of the scythe. Qrow then taught her on her to use a scythe.

When Sunsprite is ready, Jaunes passed her his own weapon, Crocea Mors, which has been in the family for generations. With this, Sunsprite would readjust the family sword so that it can also turn into a scythe. Jaune doesn't mind this, since he acknowledged her creativity and strategy.

After she turns 17, Jaune finally gives Sunsprite the letter. On the letter, Ruby explains her reason for leaving for the fear of her safety. But encourages her to fight for what she believes in. It also includes a journal that tells her stories about her friends, her time in Beacon Academy, and her journey for the four relics.

During one of her missions, she is helping evacuating the civilians in the town of Sunset Island, when the Grimm got too closer to the crowd, Sunsprite wasted no time to fend off the protect the citizens. It also unlocks the semblance of Rose Manifest (which turns her into Rose pedals to switch from one to to another).

Personality:

Since then, Sunsprite has become the leader of the Knights of Arc. A group of hunters that serve as protectors of the weak and aiding the Resisatnce. Because of this, Sunsprite unlocked her father's semblance, Aura Amp. Which is surprising, cause never before a huntsman and/or huntress can unlock two semblance, and she is the first to do so.

And because of her dedication for the rebellion, Sunsprite became known as "the Silver-eyed Knight of Remnant."

Sunsprite is similar to her mother, Ruby, intelligent of strategy, and filled with dreams despite being involved in the 2nd Great War. And filled with nostalgia when hearing fairy tales as a child. She tried her best to remain positive throughout her battles. Like Ruby, she also has a sweet-tooth for sweets such as cookies, or other baked goods. And would make them from her grandmother's recipe.

She would refer to her father, Jaune as a "Super Dad," who told her fairy tales in Ruby's absence and spending time with her when not fighting in war. For that, she is close to her father, even if he is absent for busy reasons. Which Sunsprite doesn't mind.

Sunsprite dreams of writing her stories, and would write down her journal previous events, so that if the war is won, she can convert them into a book. Writing down her journal, Sunsprite longed to meet her mother since she left. And was curious about what caused her to leave.

[reashot]

New Years Hangover

Jaune is woken up by the first sun of the new years.

Jaune: Uhhh my head what just happened... I felt like I been hit by a truck... Why am I naked?

Ruby: Ahhh Good morning... And happy new years Jaune. ☺

Jaune: R-Ru-Ruby why, why are you in my bed. And where are your clothes. D-did we do it last night?

Ruby: What? N--

Why yes... We did do it last night. Multiple times actually. And we did it all night long and in every position imaginable and unimaginable. You even filled me with so much of your baby batter I can't even close it right. 😏

Jaune: Oh gods I'm a monster... I'm a horrible drunk monster for laying my hands on you.

Ruby: It's true. You actually took my first time. And I didn't have the time to give consent. 🫢

Jaune: What? Say it is not so. Please Ruby tell me I didn't do you know what...

Ruby: I'm afraid so. You forced yourself on me Jaune... Even when I told you many times not to... 😌

Jaune: I, I, I will give myself up to the Vale Police the first thing I do... I'm sorry Ruby, I'm so sorry.

Ruby: 😧!!! Oh no you don't! You can't give yourself up! 😨

Jaune: B-but Ruby I did something horrible to you...

Ruby: Y-you just can't! Okay, because, because I'm pregnant with your baby!!! 😫

Jaune: You what???!!!!

Ruby: Y-yes that's it. Ain't no way I'm gonna let my baby daddy go to prison. You don't want little Jaune junior to grow up without a dad do you? 👶

Jaune: I, I guess not but a baby... I guess I have to take responsibility by marrying you then. I mean you're my best friend. So getting married to you maybe isn't so bad.

Ruby: Yes Jaune you have to take responsibility for putting a bun in my oven. Now you have no choice but to marry me. 😈

While Ruby gaslight Jaune into marrying her something stir under a blanket near the two of them.

Ciel: *Yawn* Good morning everyone... Oh it's this time already.

Jaune: Why are you naked too? Oh gods did I do something to you too?

Ciel: *grabs Jaune arm to snuggle* Can't you tell?

Ruby: What?! No don't trust that hussy! You only did it with me Jaune. 😡

Ciel: Actually you did it with both of us... You made us service you together, then you take your time taking turn with us, forcing us to came and then you finished inside both us... I think I might already be pregnant with your child, daddy.

Jaune: I, I, I....

Ruby: You lying Bitch!!! Stay away from my man! 🤬

Ciel: Hey all is fair in love and war... And besides a Man like Jaune is wasted on you. He is better suited with someone like me.

While the two girls trying to claw each other eyes out. Something starts to stir under the blanket again...

Penny: Salutation! Friend Ruby, Ciel and Jaune.

*glomp at Jaune's chest*

Ruby: Penny? What are you doing here and why are you also naked?

Penny: Greetings friend Ruby, both Ciel and I were invited to celebrate new years festivity. Then friend Jaune accidentally ingest some alcohol....

Jaune: That's it! Please tell me what happened Penny. Did I do something to both Ruby and Ciel while I'm blacked out?

Penny: Ahh.... No you did not do anything to both friend Ruby and Ciel.

Jaune: Oh sweet, mother of. Thank you, oh lord. I'm not a rapi-

Penny: You did it with all three of us.

Jaune: *internally screaming*

Penny: In fact after you done with both of them. You start lusting after me saying. "Ha, ha, now that I had both Rupus, and Cipus now I want the Ropus" Then you starts to ravish me, tore of my dress, then stuck your gigantic cable inside of me, then pour some white liquids inside of me. And now I might have a little mini penny soon.

Jaune: I-I think might need some time to process this...

Ruby: No Jaune she's lying, you only did it with me and Robot can't get pregnant. 🤰

Ciel: Yes you only have to take responsibility for me. Don't worry about these others two. Just dump them somewhere in the alley.

Penny: He, he Friend Ruby and Ciel this game is so fun.

Jaune: Don't treat me like I'm some sort of a game!!!

Meanwhile outside the room peeking inside to watch the scene of carnage.

Yang: LOL this is so much fun. I should give Jaune more alcohol if I get to see more of this.

Weiss: You seriously need to get another hobby.

Blake:

Heh, heh, *slurp* more, more, I need more. More fuel for my novel!

Yang: And I think Blake has lost it...

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[lord-of-rain]

Why is Atlas Acadamy so cold?!

Ruby thought as she crept to the common room looking for some extra sheets, blankets, or something.

"Oh hey, Rubes."

Ruby nearly jumped whirling around to see Jaune sitting at a table, his hoodie splayed across the wooden surface.

"What are you... Doing?"

Ruby asked, Jaune shrugged gesturing to his hoodie.

"I was just patching a new hole I found. I think I'll get a new jacket."

Jaune sighed, Ruby looked disappointed.

"Why? I like the hoodie."

Ruby asked, Jaune gave a short laugh.

"Yeah to laugh at maybe, besides I think I've outgrown it in more ways than one."

Jaune said, thinking back to when he got his new armor.

"Well, when you put it like that... I."

Ruby conceded, Jaune quirked an eyebrow at her.

"I mean If you want it, you can have it."

Jaune offed standing up. It was Ruby's turn to laugh.

"Oh come on, it's way too big..."

Jaune shrugged.

"Well, guess I'll just leave it for someone who does, night Rubes."

Jaune said, walking back to his dorm. Ruby waited until she heard the faint click of Jaune's door. The new huntress hugged the patchedwork hoodie to her chest and petal burst back to her bed.

[madmanwonder]

The Knight of Lancaster or Something by Sai-Dui

[anretoga]

Day 6: First kiss

Talking about it

After RWBY+J arrived at Vacuo everything was almost like perfect. As the Tree said they were just in time when they were needed. It was amazing how all the kingdoms were united for the war against Salem. Hunters and huntresses united for the cause. Everyone organising for the day/s that this will take. It took just some time for RWBY+J to also be part of this. Everyone were so relieved that they were alive. However, during that time Jaune noticed something odd and he was finally able to talk about it with Ruby.

Jaune: Hey Ruby, can we talk for a moment?

Ruby: Oh... I-I need to talk to my team I’m sorry—

Jaune: I’m sure they’ll understand. Please just listen to me

Ruby: ... okay

Jaune: Are we... *sighs* Are we good?

Ruby: What do you mean?

Jaune: You know what I mean. In the Ever After we—

Ruby: Jaune of course we are. Don’t worry alright? Can I go now—

Jaune: Then why you don’t talk to me? Ever since we arrived every time I wanna talk to you, you aren’t available there’s always an excuse just like now and when you want to tell me something is either your team or someone else who does it for you. It’s like you’re avoiding me and I can’t help but think it’s because of what happened in the Ever after-

Ruby: It’s not that. It’s just...I-I don’t think this is a good time-

Jaune: Then when would it be a good time? We are about to face a war and it’s better to settle things now.

Ruby: Please it’s not what you think. I-I’m sure we can talk it later. It’s not that much important now-

Jaune: It is important to me! *sighs* Ruby I’m sorry for what I said in the Ever After I wasn’t in my right mind. You’re an special friend to me and I need to know if you could forgive me, if we could be friends just like before..

Ruby: Jaune... neither of us were in our right mind I also hurt you back there. I’m the one who feels sorry. The thing is.. I don’t think our relationship is going to be the same as before. Whenever I see you I think about us arguing there, I can’t face myself talking to you like before, it hurts me that I hurt a dear friend and that I might do it again. Because I know I’m not perfect and you don’t deserve a friend like me-

Jaune: Ruby.. You know I understand for what you went through. I don’t need a perfect friend. No one is but that’s the risk we take when we trust in someone. If I could go back in time I would choose you as my friend again without a doubt because you’re just the friend I need.. just the way you are.

Ruby: *sniffs* Why are you doing this? Why does it matter now?

Jaune: It matters to me because I care about what you think, I care about you. In my hardest times you brought the best out of me, and also to the people around you. Perfect or not I loved that you were capable to give hope in any circumstance and you’re still that person! I want to remind you I still trust you and nothing it’s going to change that even if something happens during the war, you can count on me

Ruby: Stop... *sniffs* You know what you are doing. *sniffs* You know me so well and that’s the thing you knew where to hurt me but you also know how... *sniffs* y-you also know how to-

Jaune: Ruby?

Ruby: You also know how to make me feel things! Things I never experienced before. It’s so strange *covering her face* How can you say those things so easily? I can barely look you in the eyes. Is it because I’m the only one feeling this?

Jaune: Ruby... *getting closer to her*

Ruby: *takes steps back* To be honest with you I can’t be your friend again without feeling uneasy about these feelings. I just can’t pretend that nothing changed because it did and I can’t ignore it. Whenever I see you, I feel overwhelmed, I feel angry, sad, fear, relieved, happy, nervous then again angry, sad-it’s like an endless cycle. I have a lot of thoughts and all of them get in a conclusion.. but I shouldn’t feel like this. We are about to face a war that depends on everyone’s life I can’t- I mustn’t feel like this. That’s why I distanced myself from you. I didn’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable so we can stay focus on what’s more important. I know it was selfish I’m sorry for putting you through all this..

Jaune: You... You are not the only one dealing with those feelings.. *gets closer*

Ruby: *raises her head* I- No- D-Don’t look at me like that. W-we can’t. What if something happens? What if someone dies? What if I have to make a sacrifice? I don’t want to see you suffer again I want you to be happy even if it’s not with m-

Before she could finish Jaune kissed her. Instantaneous yet so gently. His hands were around her face, kissing her shaking lips softly, evoking from her sensations she had never know she was capable of feeling.

Jaune: Wouldn’t be better to have something to look forward after the war? And if you want to know I’ll choose you to spend the rest of my life with *smiles*

Ruby smiled at him with teary eyes and before he could say something, she kissed him back with a swift gradation of intensity that made him cling to her as the only solid thing in a dizzy swaying world.