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Foxtail & Wolfsbane Part 22

Summary: Your lifelong obsession to hunt down the Nine-Tailed Fox has not gone as expected, and seventeen years later, you find yourself coming back to the place where it all started: Hogwarts. However, with Sirius Black’s escape from Azkaban and Headmaster Dumbledore’s hire of a certain Professor R. J. Lupin, you suddenly find yourself intertwined in the fates of those with whom you thought you had parted ways with long ago. [Multi-Post Story] [Rowan Scamander x Reader] [Remus Lupin x Reader] [Young Sirius Black x Reader] [Tristan Graves x Reader] [Severus Snape x Reader] [Warning: Story Contains Explicit Smut.] [Warning: Rough Sex.] [Warning: Moderate Degradation.] [Warning: Light Bondage.] [Warning: Nonconsent.] [Warning: Reference to Domestic Abuse.] *Note: Rowan Scamander, Tristan Graves, Susana Holmes, Cas Carneirus, Henrietta Weiss, and Thomas Picquery are OC characters. *Please do not repost or copy my work without my permission. Thank You!

Note: I also posted Part 21 today, so if you haven’t read that one yet and would like to, please find it here.

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Severus picked you up not simply by looping his arms around your waist, but while one of his arms held you tightly by the waist, the other slid up your back, until his hand was softly tangled in your hair again. Feeling the length of his arm pressing gently against your back made you feel so safe, like you had a tangible anchor to the warmth and steadiness in your life.

That’s what he is, you found yourself thinking, steady, reliable…

Severus, meanwhile, was having a hard time keeping his eyes off of you. For you were pressed flush against him and nearly sitting in the crook of his arm. Clutching onto him all sleepily, your fox ears twitched softly on top of your hair and your tails brushed gently against his waist repeatedly as the rhythm of his walking made them sway. You were still draped in his clothes, with his shirt bunched up around your thighs, his robe falling out from his embrace on either side of you, those wool socks still bunched up around your ankles, and your poor panties barely clinging onto your ankle as Severus carried you to bed.

Once there, Severus leaned over and slowly laid you down on his sheets. He meant to let you go now that you were safely lying on top of his bed, but you curled up around his arm and looked up at him.

“What? What are you staring at?” Severus asked you, none too kindly.

You continued to stare up at him curiously. It was odd, lying in his bed and hugging yourself to his arm like this. It almost felt as though you were a precious thing to him, though you knew full well that you weren’t. The thing was - while it was true that you couldn’t really imagine Lily with anyone other than James, in this moment you couldn’t help except wonder if this might be a glimpse of how Severus would have been with her – stern, yet soft; unforgiving, yet understanding; difficult, yet sturdy.

“What?” Severus pressed, slightly annoyed. “If you’re going to look at me like that, you must say something. Use your words, little one.”

You merely turned your head and hid your face in his hand, pressing your lips against his palm, to avoid answering that question.

Severus gave an impatient sigh, and he wrenched his hand away from you. He saw your fluffy fox ears twitch and then droop with disappointment, and your tails mirrored that mopey action, but you didn’t say anything to Severus.

However, the next thing that Severus did - namely, to put his strong, broad hands on your thighs, push them open, and then jerk you forward to the edge of the bed - made you whip your head back and stare at him in surprise.

“What – What are you…? You’re not going to actually…?” Your voice trailed off in disbelief. For, in all of the times that you had spent with Severus, he had never made love to you. Never.

Severus glared down at you. In a short, rather peeved tone, he explained, “I believe I must. Even after tying you down and making you cum endlessly on my desk, you’ve still retained your ridiculous fox ears and tails. Normally, they would have gone away by now. But they haven’t tonight. My guess is that because the Fox took such overwhelming possession of your body that her human – well, I’m not sure it was entirely human, but human-looking – form appeared as your own physical appearance, satisfying you with only my fingers and mouth has only brought you back to yourself, but in fox form. To get rid of the fox form - ”

“Ah,” you breathed out softly, as Severus grabbed your spread-open thighs and yanked you until you were positioned you flush against his hips. Your eyes widened for you could feel Severus already through his trousers – stiff and hard and thick. You swallowed.

“Unless, of course,” Severus said, while watching your face carefully, “you prefer to stay like this?” He reached down and gripped your ears in his hands.

You shivered, and your tails shot up. “No!”

“Well.” Severus let your ears go. “That settles it then.”

You lay there, swallowing nervously over and over again. It’s been so long since I made love with anyone. And with Severus? Does that even make sense? But if I don’t, what if I stay in this form forever – with fox ears and little tails? I can’t let that happen.

Severus watched you as you thought very, very hard to yourself. Finally, he said quietly, “You’re overthinking this. But the question is simple – Do you want this?”

You hesitated. Do I want this…?

“Well – Well, yes, I s’pose so,” you whispered, stuttering a little at being asked so suddenly and straightforwardly. “I don’t want to remain in this form forever. Life would be rather difficult, don’t you think?”

“Well, in that case - ” Severus pushed down the front of his pants, and then he pulled his cock out. He was already fairly hard, but he took your wrist in his, and then he commanded, “Wrap your hand around my cock.”

You reached out, your slender fingers trembling a little in the moonlight. Your hand met Severus’ cock. You paused, feeling the weight of his cock in your palm. His cock is so… gorgeous, you thought unexpectedly. All thick and smooth… Honestly, you were tempted to put it in your mouth, and more - a tiny part of your mind wanted you to get on your knees and go down on him until you were drooling all over his cock.

You hid your face a little, so that Severus wouldn’t be able to read the desire written so evidently all over your face. Then, taking his cock in your hand, you began to stroke it, running your palms and fingers over its length, coaxing it to become even stiffer and thicker.

Severus’ breath caught. “Faster,” he told you.

You clasped your hand into a tight fist and then began to pump your hand up and down. “Like that?” you asked, a little breathlessly.

Severus gave you a short nod. His jaw clenched tightly, as he watched your little fist stroke the length of his cock so eagerly. Yes, he thought to himself, just like that. Keep going, little one. He was fighting not to moan for you, but his cock betrayed his feelings, anyways, as he became very hard for you.

Finally, he spat out, “That’s enough.”

Then, unable to wait any longer, Severus stepped closer to you, accidentally causing you to fall back onto his bed, and a soft fwump sounded out as your back hit the mattress.

“Ah, Sev…”

Severus ignored you, except to reach down with with one hand to lift your hips into the air slightly. With his other hand, he stroked his cock a few times, and then positioned himself at your entrance.

You still couldn’t quite believe what was happening. Not that you wanted to stop it, but… Are we really going to do this? After so many years of holding back… Will I finally feel Severus inside of me?

Severus took a deep breath. Then, he pushed himself in, inch by inch, as slowly as he could manage, so as not to hurt you – but still, all in one, slow push forward.

At first, you thought you could take it, but as Severus kept leaning forward, pushing you down into the bed (except for your hips, which he kept flush to his), and pushing his cock into you, you started to squirm because fuck, it’s too much to take all at once.

Reaching up, you grasped the sleeve of his shirt in your hand tightly. “Sev,” you whimpered faintly. “A-Ah, Sev, I t-think it’s – s’ too - ”

“Shush,” Severus told you harshly. “We haven’t even started, and you’re already a blubbering mess.”

You tried to keep quiet, but when Severus pushed into you further, your hand dropped from his sleeve to his stomach, and you pushed against his abs and bleated out feebly, “W-Wait, s’ too much already. S’ too thick.”

Severus sighed. Stopping, he paused to take your hands in his,. Then, he made you reach down and press lightly on your pussy lips, until you were holding open your little cunt for him.

“Sev…?” you mumbled uncertainly, feeling rather – well, rather on-display.

“You are too tight,” he agreed. “So you need to hold yourself open for me. Just like that. Hold that cunt open for my cock, until I’ve stretched you out enough.”

Your cunt throbbed lightly as his words played out in your mind. He really means to take me tonight… Your pussy thumped heavily, feeling the excitement rush through your veins.

Severus hesitated, feeling your already tight pussy squeezing him even more. “You want this, don’t you?”

“No,” you mumbled quietly. “I mean, I do want this, but not – not any more than you do.”

“Don’t lie to me,” he retorted at once. “Your cunt’s already all wet and pulsing on my cock, even though you can barely take me, even though I’m barely inside you. You can’t wait to be stuffed full, to be fucked absolutely dumb, to be cumming on my cock, can you?”

Your mouth fell open in shock at hearing Severus say such dirty things.

Severus smirked. “I’ll take that awe-struck look on your face as a ‘yes,’ little one.”

Your brow furrowed and you clasped your lips together, not wanting to answer either way. Instead, you turned your head to the side. You felt your hair fall over your face, and you let it remain like that, hiding your expression from Severus.

Severus scoffed meanly at you. “Don’t tell me you’re shy now. With how much you’ve thrown yourself at me over the years, that would be truly absurd.”

A strange constellation of emotions was sparking across the dark night of your soul, treading a familiar pathway to the small sun that was your heart: a soft, turning fury at how Severus was speaking to you, linked to a flushed embarrassment because he wasn’t entirely wrong, chained to a steadfast defiance that served as the stronghold for your own dignity that rejected Severus’ words, yet shared space with a sense of fondness and gratitude that this tough-hearted man kept being there for you when you needed him most, entangled with a deep want to feel the pressure of his cock spreading out your pussy deep inside of you – and then, most puzzling of all, everything was overshadowed by a deep sense of familiarity and warmth for, without intending to, you and Severus had shared each other’s most vulnerable moments for neigh over ten years now, and all of your quarreling, rather than holding any malice, felt like a comfortable quarreling… And even now, the thought of him having you, as unbelievable as it was, also felt like a natural next step for the two of you. It honestly made your mind spin.

You bit your lower lip, thinking it through. Then, you made your decision. After all, why not? you thought. For years now, Severus and I have had these moments without any consequences. We both know that we don’t have feelings for each other, and neither of us are responsible for anyone else. There are no consequences. So, we should do as we damn well please.

Severus watched you turn around on the bed. You turned your back on him and hid your face in the pillow. He hesitated, wondering if he had pushed you too far, only to be surprised when you reached back of your own accord, spread out your pert ass and your tight pussy for him, and whispered, “Fine, Severus. Have me. Have me however you wish. I want it, too.”

Severus’ eyes traced the beautiful lines of your back. He paused momentarily to appreciate the curves from your waist to your hips, and then his eyes dipped down, and he found himself staring at your pretty ass and your flushed little cunt, already glistening with how much you felt you needed him.

No more words were spoken, but you felt Severus’ hands press into the mattress on either side of you. Then, leaning forward, Severus pushed himself inside of you once more, much more deeply this time.

Perhaps it was a good thing that Severus couldn’t see your face, because as he slowly fucked his cock inside of you, your expression became quite lewd. Your eyes squeezed shut while your mouth fell open and you panted quietly, but desperately into the soft pillow.

When Severus was just over halfway inside of you, he felt your thighs shiver, and your hands slipped. Severus immediately grabbed your hands and forced them back. Your hands grasped at your ass and pussy again, but you let out a little cry into his pillow, and then - your pussy suddenly clenched on Severus’ cock.

Severus groaned heavily, though he tried to keep how desperate he felt to himself. Because, fuck, your pussy felt heavenly all wrapped around his cock. Severus thought that if he had known from the beginning how warm and tight you were, the two of you would have spent the last ten years very differently. He might have never given you a moment’s rest.

Between classes, he might have sought you out, and (with your consent, of course), he would have pinned you down onto the nearest surface in your classroom, and he would have used this sweet little cunt of yours to his heart’s content every single day, and you’d have to stumble and fumble your way through your final classes of the day, with your pussy filled with his cum…

You suddenly felt Severus’ hands pressing down on your lower back, making you sink into the bed, but arch your back and lift your pussy up a little. Severus leaned into you again, and he tried to ease himself in further. You held your breath, trying hard to keep your moans in, but he’d only pushed in a little further when you gasped, and your fingers slipped away again.

Severus growled, trying to hide the fact that every time your pussy clenched on him like this, he honestly had to struggle not to cum because you were just that tight. “I said to fucking hold yourself open. Make your little cunt take my cock.”

With shivering hands, you fumbled your fingers all over your pussy and his cock, until you managed to gently press your pussy open again.

Severus let out a soft huff, when he saw how full your sweet little hole was of him. His cock was absolutely filling you up, pushing at your walls, and even making your thighs strain. He appreciatively ran his hands up and down your thighs for a few moments, as he waited for you to adjust to him.

But then, just as you thought you were starting to adjust to his size, Severus, unable to take it any longer, held your hips down – and then thrust. Not hard, mind you, but still – golden bells went off, clamoring loudly in your head, and you felt such a tight, intense burn flare up between your thighs.

“Ah! N-No!” you blurted out. Without meaning to, you abruptly clutched at Severus’ sheets on either side of your hips, balling up the soft fabric in your fists.

Severus, feeling you squirm on his cock, pulled out just a little, though he kept his cock stuffed inside of your pussy. With a loud sigh, he dragged your hands back for what felt like the hundredth time. “What did I just say? Damn it, do you never listen?”

You finally turned your head back to look at him. “Nngh – Sev, G-God… it’s so deep. C-Can’t believe you – you’re inside of me like this...”

Severus stared down at you, taken aback by how your eyes were misty and your face was so flushed already. “This is what you wanted,” he reminded you.

“I - Yes… Ah…” you moaned out, already starting to lose your sense of control. You had already been so exhausted from everything that had happened today, and now, you had no strength left to resist the pleasure that Severus’ cock, stretching out your tight hole, was promising you.

Severus let out as soft grunt, as he felt your pussy twitch. She keeps throbbing on my cock. She wants it so bad, doesn’t she? She wants it…

With that thought alone, Severus leaned down, pressing his body down on yours, before he snapped his hips forward, pushing his cock deep inside of your warm, wet pussy –

“Oh – my – G-God!” you stuttered out. Almost immediately, your pussy became absolutely soaked with your own cum. It felt so good to have a man take you this way again. It had been far too long.

Inside of you, the Nine-Tailed Fox, who had curled herself up and hidden behind all of her tails, in order not to overwhelmed you again, blinked open her eyes and purred softly, delighting in finally receiving the energy that she needed to truly thrive, and that you had been depriving her of for so many years now.

“Mm,” Severus breathed out against your neck. “You’re a little wetter now. Good, you can take me now.”

Severus began to fuck you steadily. He pounded into your cunt with steady, hard thrusts. Soon, the headboard began to rattle against the wall at a steady pace of thump, thump, thump – and your moans played out in time, too, going, “Ah, ah, ah!”

The way he’s thrusting into me, it’s so – so intense… Your hips were bouncing off of the mattress, but then his hips collided with yours and pushed yours back into the mattress again.

“B-Be more g-gentle,” you pleaded, even as your pussy was getting wetter and wetter with every thrust.

Severus tried to be gentler, but all he ended up doing was slowing down when he first entered you, only to unexpectedly thrust right at the very end. Ironically, he ended up fucking his cock even deeper inside of you, until the head of his cock was kissing your cervix over and over again.

“Ah!” A desperate, strangled huff left your lips. “ I s-said g-gentler…”

“I am being gentle. I can’t go any slower than this,” Severus panted, his own face contorted with the effort it took to keep from just full-out fucking your tight pussy. It was true that he was taking it slow. But, whether he realized it or not, with every stroke of his hips, Severus was making you take his cock from tip to balls, ending every stroke with his balls flush to your pussy.

That was why you were squirming under him like that, with your fluffy fox ears all alert and shivering and peeking out from your silver hair, because his cock was just so deep inside of you. And while he was taking it slow, he kept thrusting right at the end, and besides that, his pace was so unforgivingly steady. He wouldn’t let up at all; there was no respite from the incredible tension burning between between your legs.

Further, Severus’ sturdy chest pressing against your back, his heavy weight gently pressing your breasts and tummy into the mattress, but with his warm, broad hands pressed on your back, keeping you down, coupled with his strong hips pushing against yours made you feel as though there was only Severus Snape in the world – only him and the way he made love to you. Speaking of, the way he fucked you so purposefully – Merlin, he was truly making you his woman, wasn’t he? And in every sense of the word.

Honestly, it was just too much for your exhausted mind and your poor little pussy to comprehend, and you were so close to just losing all sense of reality and melting into Severus’ bed, and becoming perfectly pleased with being his little cumslut for the night…

Also, as Severus carried on trying his best to fuck you slowly, you started to realize that you were completely surrounded by Severus’ warmth and scent – in his bed, still (well, sort-of) wearing his clothes, with his robe and shirt flipped up onto your back and spilling out onto the bed on either side of you, and with his socks dangling around your ankles, tangled up with your flimsy cotton panties now, and you weren’t sure when, but Severus’ hands had slipped up towards your head and now his chest was caging you in against the bed now…

His warmth warmed you, and his scent - the warm, woodsy, and almost herbal scent of him – wafted into your mind, until you were lulled into a sense of drifting off peacefully. You could fall asleep like this – except for the fact that his cock was delving deep inside of you, making your pussy work for him and milk him, You wondered hazily where Severus went home for the summer and whether his house smelled like this, too. Maybe you’d like to visit someday, yes, maybe someday, you could spend some time with him there and see what it was like…

“Visit where?” Severus’ harsh voice suddenly punctured your hazy dreamland, for you’d been moaning and mumbling away without even knowing it.

“N-Nothing,” you replied, a bit startled. “I mean, nowhere – ah, Sev, fuck, I swear you’re getting bigger inside me.”

It was true. Severus’ cock was getting stiffer and stiffer, because although he was pushing his cock into your warm, tight hole, he was holding back and unable to fully take you as he desired. Truthfully, if it had been anybody except Severus, anybody except the man who exuded and practiced an incredible level of self-control and focus, you’d likely be taking cock a lot harder than you were right now.

“Can you take more of me?” Severus muttered, his voice was taut with need. An unspoken ‘please’ whispered through the air, chasing after his heavy pants as he held himself back for you.

As Severus asked you, he kept rocking back and forth gently, keeping his cock inside of you, and neither of you could quite ignore the soft squelches that were coming from your wet, wet pussy. You blushed. You were definitely wet enough to take more… But you were a bit scared, for it’d been so long since you’d chased release like this.

You shifted and turned around in bed, so that you were on your back and looking up at Severus. The two of you gazed at each other for a moment. Severus’ eyes, as always, were dark and impenetrable, and his mouth was still pulled into his trademark frown, but there were other telltale signs that even he couldn’t hide – like how his chest was rising and falling so quickly, and how his brow was furrowed in intense concentration to keep from hurting you or doing anything you didn’t want…

Hesitantly, you reached over and pressed your hand against his cheek. “All right,” you whispered, “yes, I do want more – more of all, all of you.”

To your surprise, Severus wordlessly leaned into your touch a little. Severus sighed when he realized what he was doing. He hated that he was sinking into this tenderness with you. He hated that he was letting his guards down before you. But if he was, if there was tenderness, was it truly his fault? Feeling rather defensive, he retorted childishly, “From what I’ve seen so far, you’re being rather ambitious.

You rolled your eyes at him, recognizing his defensiveness and sensing that it had shattered whatever sweetness you’d manage to conjure up in that moment. But you shifted, opening your legs up for him again.

Severus kept himself hovering over you with one hand beside your head, pressing down onto the mattress, and with his other hand, he held your hips down. In that position, he pushed his cock back inside of your wet little hole.

You both breathed out a sigh of relief. But then, Severus started to build up a pace in earnest – and there were no sighs of anything from either of you, but just a fair amount of unwilling moans and restrained, but desperate gasps filling up the air between you two.

As sinfully wet as you were, your pussyhole was still so tight that Severus could feel you gripping onto the entire length of his cock, and you swore that you could feel exactly how deep and how wide his cock stretched you out as it plunged deep into your pussy repeatedly. Besides that, you felt how the tip of his cock always caught just at your pussyhole right before he pushed inside of you again.

You shivered with pleasure. With any last bit of internal resistance falling to pieces in your head, you confessed to yourself, Merlin, he’s so good at making love. He uses every inch of his cock, every time, pushing it all into my tight little hole, and - fuck, it’s so hard to think when I feel him pushing into me like this…

In fact, Severus was, quite literally, pushing the breaths out of you, as he thrust his strong hips forward, making his cock delve roughly into your tight cunt. Receiving those hard thrusts, you shifted up the bed, thrust by thrust, until the top of your head finally bumped up against the headboard. Instead of placing a pillow or something between the top of your head and the headboard, Severus just trapped you down on the bed, using his arm as an anchor across your middle to keep your right where he wanted you, and then he started to fuck you harder, so that the headboard was now going thumpthumpthump –

Some word was spilling out of your mouth – you thought you were just gasping as your pussy was taking a rough, deep, steady pounding – but no, you kept calling Severus, “cruel, cruel, cruel…” Until he grabbed your chin, forced you to look at him, and tell him what you meant by that.

“Why are you saying that, little one?” he huffed out, annoyed by how you kept talking nonsense when he was making love to you, but also worried that he might be pushing you to your limits. “I’m not hurting you, am I?” But as he buried his cock deep inside of your waiting pussy, he whispered knowingly, “No, that can’t be it. You’re so very wet now. If anything, you want more, don’t you?”

“It’s like I said before,” Severus murmured, not realizing the irony of his now being the one speaking absolute nonsense to you. “You have the sweetest little pussy, it’s your head” – he gripped your hair hard in his hand and yanked your head back, making you gasp – “that gets you into trouble.”

“N-No, no trouble,” you whimpered, having a hard time speaking when your head was held back like that and you couldn’t breathe very well as Severus kept fucking you.

He pressed you for an answer. “Then what?”

“I just – ah - meant that – that…” You tried to hold back your confession, but then it came bursting out of you, like a startled sparrow taking flight, “Severus,” you moaned out, and your voice ached, dripping with all kinds of want, “it feels s-so g-good! Ah!”

Severus stared at you in surprise, as you nearly sobbed, “So good, so g-good – uhn, fuck, yes, just like that, ah, a-ah, feels so good when it’s s-so deep inside me like that – oh God, I love your cock in me, love your cock in m’ pussy, S-Sev, please d-don’t stop – no, Sev, I said don’t stop, please – ah…! ”

“Don’t stop what? Stop babbling, and use your fucking words.”

“D-Don’t stop f-fucking m- nngh,” you moaned out, as Severus suddenly leaned forward. As his cock had already been buried deep inside of you, with his leaning forward, you could suddenly feel his cock could pressing up into your tummy.

“AH!” you yelped.

Severus shook his head at you a little. “If you can’t speak coherently, little one, don’t say anything at all.”

“How can I be quiet when y-you’re inside me l-like this? Ah!” you gasped loudly, as Severus jerked his hips back and forth again.

Honestly, Severus hated how you blubbered, absolutely hated it. Why couldn’t you finish your sentences? It wasn’t hard. But then, in his heart of hearts, Severus was well aware that actually, he loved it, he loved the way you turned into a scatter-brain when you were with him like this. He savored the knowledge that he could render you so helpless with want and warmth and lust.

“I said, shush,” he repeated, glowing with a secret pride at being able to scold you this way.

“Ah… I- I can’t just s-shush!”

Severus smirked. “Then you’ll have to take more cock – as your punishment.”

“What?” you asked, not understanding. A moment later, you cried out loudly, “Uhn! S-Severus! Ah, fuck!”

It was a good thing that Severus had cast Silencing and Noise Distortion Charms on his door, or else the whole castle might have heard your desperation and ecstasy as you were getting fucked hard by Severus Snape that night.

Because at that moment, Severus had sat up, grasped and lifted your hips off the bed, and then, pulled you down flush against him, so that literally, he was sheathed all the way inside of you. Holding you like that, he pulled out about halfway, and then thrust, harder than he ever had that night, inside of you.

For a moment, your hands fumbled thoughtlessly over Severus’ chest, until you closed your eyes and pressed your palms hard against his chest, as you felt his cock ram roughly right into your sweet spot again.

“No!” you burst out, not because you wanted Severus to stop, but because you could not believe how deep his cock was inside of you, and your mind had blanked out entirely, unable to comprehend in any rational sense the intense tension and pleasure that was coursing through your body, playing on your senses like an angel plucking at a taut harp chord. Golden shimmers seem to run up and down your body, teasing your nerves into an electric frenzy.

Severus paused, unsure if you were asking him to stop. However, the next moment, your hands dropped from his chest to his hips and you tugged wantingly at him, obviously indicating that you wanted him to fuck you harder, fuck you rougher, and fuck you now.

Severus complied. He started to bounce you up and down on his cock, while he was still thrusting inside of you. His cock slammed into your pussy so deep, pressing into sweet places hidden away deep inside your core.

Your ears were twitching frantically. At the same time, your hands, no longer able to hold onto Severus’ hips as he fucked you into ruins, scrabbled frantically at the headboard above you. You whimpered incoherently, “M-mm-mm-mmm!”

Severus’ moans also became a stream of low, thrumming hums as he kept fucking you. She’s taking me so well, he thought, watching how your tight, pulsing cunt was bouncing on his cock, swallowing up his entire length over and over again.

It made for a rather beautiful view, Severus thought, as your pussy was dripping wet. As your thighs kept colliding together, they both began to glisten wetly, too. Severus growled lowly, “Fuck, what a wet, naughty pussy you have, little one. You love taking cock, don’t you?” He panted briefly before he muttered at you, “You’re a right little slut.”

“No,” you bleated out again. But your pussy was throbbing away on his cunt already, and you couldn’t help but bounce your thighs against his, couldn’t help but want to give your needy cunt every inch of thick, hard cock you could get inside of you…

“Ah…” you breathed out. “Mmmm…”

As you relaxed just a little, your pussy softened for his cock, and you melted into the realm of pure, golden pleasure. Your hands slipped down the headboard and landed on the sheets, on either side of your head.

Severus saw the way you slowly rested back against the bed (except for your hips, which he was still holding up and you were still working to take his cock like a good girl), and he saw your abs stretch out in a rather lovely manner, elongating your torso so that your curves became very evident, and then, there were your soft breasts, bouncing prettily in time to your taking cock.

Severus’ voice became deadly soft, for he was a man whose voice became quieter and quieter as his thrusts became harder and harder, as he insisted, “You are. Don’t deny it.”

“W-What about you?” you huffed back. “Are you any better? Ah… A-Always insisting that you won’t make love to me, and now, h-having me in your bed and u-using me like this? I know you said you w-would – ah - save me, but this goes beyond that. Uhn, f-fuck, yes… N-Now, you’re just making love to me, Sev. But d-doesn’t that - ah, ah, ah - make you a s-slut, too? Huh?” But even though you were pushing back against him, you, too, shared his soft, quiet tone. Instead of being aggressive and actually arguing, as you two undoubtedly always had, it was more about pushing the other to admit that they felt something for you – not friendship and certainly not love, but some kind of empathy, compassion, or understanding, that had actually sprouted its first tiny roots back when the two of you were at Hogwarts as students, both loners and outcasts and both quiet and focused people who sought intelligence beyond just books. You had never been friends, of course, or even thought of each other beyond passing glances, but even in that manner, you had both been alike – lost and hidden away in your own worlds.

And now, here you were, still hidden away from the rest of Hogwarts, still tormented by the idea of never fitting in and your dreams never really living up what you imagined them to be, and both having lost, in some manner, the ones you have loved most…

Yes, the truly inexplainable thing was that there something seemed to be happening here: unfolding, not as events did the real world, logically and quickly, but unfolding as events in a dream world unfolded. It was as if a strange tumult of foreboding happiness rolled in through the door of another universe and captured both you and Severus in its bizarre typhoon. Consequently, in this moment, it felt as though the two of you were wrapped up and living in an alternate universe. And Severus could imagine, if only for a brief moment, that this was home for him – that every night, when he returned to bed, you would be there, waiting for him, dressed in his clothes, and then, when he would come to bed to meet you, you’d spread yourself open, just like you had tonight, with your small hands beautifully resting atop your thighs and then spreading your pussy open, before pleading for him to take you just like this, asking him to make your little pussy all warm and full – and he would, Severus would. He would give you wanted, would make you feel the way you wanted to be felt, and if that included feeling that you were his, he would make damn sure to give that to you.

A muffled growl left Severus as he leaned over and bit your neck, softly clamping his teeth down on your soft skin.

“Ah,” you breathed out, feeling his teeth sink softly into your skin. He covered your neck with soft bites, then your shoulders, and finally, he sucked and bit gently at your breasts, too.

“Mmm,” you moaned softly.

“So sensitive,” Severus murmured.

“Play with my nipple more, Sev,” you begged, in a soft, hushed voice. “Put your tongue on it, please. Want your mouth on – on me… Yes…” Your hands snuck into his hair and you gently tugged him forward, making him press his mouth against your breasts again.

“You’re a sweet little thing when you’re all captured like this. I imagine that’s what foxes are like, too,” Severus murmured, voice a bit muffled as he sucked on your breast. “Free-spirited in the wild, but when they recognize their master, they know to be good. Isn’t that right?”

“I wouldn’t know, because you’re not my Master,” you fired back, not wanting to be pulled in by any of his taunts. Yet, you wondered, can I really deny him so straightforwardly? Even now, you realized that he was hunched over you in what looked like an incredibly possessive manner, with his abs all tight from the effort of leaning over you, so that he could suck at your breasts and fuck your pussy at the same time.

Severus let out a disappointed sigh. “Of course not. That’s not the point,” he muttered, while roughly biting and tugging at your nipple and making you gasp, “Trust me, I would – nngh, still so tight – I would n-never let a disobedient pet like you roam around under my name.”

“What d’you m-mean?” you whispered. “Ow, Sev, don’t bite so much. It h-hurts.”

“Well…” Severus paused, distracted momentarily from lavishing your breasts with attention when he felt his cock push up against your cervix again, and he took a moment to moan appreciatively, “fuck, such a good little pussy, swallowing up my cock so well,” before continuing to explain, “I’d keep you in my bed and – uhn - make sure to fuck you into submission before letting you go anywhere.”

You scoffed, though with some difficulty, as you had to make room for the haughty little sound amidst all of your frantic panting. “Oh, r-really?” you huffed out. “And you t-think I’d let you do that to me?”

“We’re already doing just that,” Severus whispered into your ear. “Don’t you see? This is me taming you, putting your little empty, anxious brain at ease, by stuffing your tight little cunt full of me, you little slut.” Then, he let out a heavy moan. “Uhn…”

You wanted to respond – but you couldn’t anymore. The heat and scent of sex was creating an impenetrable fog around you both, but also infiltrating your mind and making your thoughts go all hazy. In this strange, misty world, rather like the inside of a crystal ball, it felt like time was moving more slowly and everything was weighted. You thought fuzzily that you probably felt this way because of the manner in which Severus made love you – He was working your body hard, but at the same time, every thrust and touch was so controlled that it all felt dreamlike – slow, heavy, yet strangely romantic and touching. Even now, the words he had just spoken – they had been degrading, yes, and you wanted to set him straight and say, “no, you’ve got it wrong; it’s not about taming me, I’m already free and I always will be,” but in the subtext and amidst the low humming moans, you could sense that there was something deeply tender and protective about the way Severus was with you and speaking to you tonight.

And honestly, you barely heard Severus’ words, because he was reaching your sweet spot so well, and pressing on it incessantly, so that there was a slow build-up of some intense, golden, thrumming running through your body. It had started in your pulsing little pussy, gone up to your soft, warm tummy, and then ran up your body all the way to your head, until all you were thinking was yes, yes, yes, please, please, please – and Severus wasn’t letting you down, no, he kept going, kept fucking you just as you wanted, just as your cute little cunt was begging for.

Your moans became higher and higher-pitched. Tears welled in your eyes, so you threw your arm over your face and hid your expression again. But Severus could still watch your little ears curl up and then flop softly on your head as he took you repeatedly, claiming your tight little cunt for himself.

Thumpthumpthumpthumpthump went the headboard, broken only by your labored moan– “uhn!” – before it went back to its steadfast rhythm of thumpthumpthump.

You felt yourself about to cum. Severus, too, could feel your cunt throbbing wetly and heavily on his cock. In fact, your pussy walls were tightening around his cock, squeezing his cock like he’d never felt before.

You wanted to warn Severus, but couldn’t manage words at the moment. So, you tried to close your legs, but you found that you couldn’t because Severus’ hips were still in the way. You held your breath and tried to control yourself, but you couldn’t stop the wave of pleasure about to crest in your tummy.

Severus hissed, sucking in his breath through his teeth. He couldn’t believe how tight you’d gotten all of a sudden. Her little pussy’s throbbing away on my cock, pulsing all heavily – Why?

But Severus didn’t have long to question this, for in the very next second, he suddenly felt you arch off the bed. “Mmm!” Your cry ripped through the air, followed quickly by a wretched gasp, “Ah!” You threw your arms around his neck and hugging him with all of your might, you dragged him back down onto the bed with you. Severus hissed softly when he felt your fingernails dig into him, pressing tiny crescent marks into his skin.

“Ah!” you burst out again, crying out with no restraint whatsoever. For you were cumming. Yes, you were cumming for him - and all over him.

Severus’ eyes widened in awe as he felt your warm, white cream spurt from your tight cunt, which was still wrapped around his cock, and then began to drip down his balls.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whimpered, still trying desperately to close your legs. Your tummy buckled over and you moaned, all curled up for a second. You hugged onto Severus even tighter, sobbing into his chest as you came.

But all Severus said was, “Shush.” Only, this time, it sounded kind, as if he were reassuring you that you had done well to cum all over him and that he didn’t care how messy you made him.

Severus let you hold onto him while you finished cumming. You kept holding onto his shoulders for support and moaning lowly in his ear, with your knees were pressed up hard against his sides. Finally, Severus felt you relax a little and your fingernails disappeared from his back and your knees stopped pressing so hard against his obliques as your body finally released…

Severus waited a beat. Then, he gently yet firmly pulled away from you. He wanted to have a look at you. You resisted a little, trying to keep your arms around him, until finally, Severus grabbed your wrists, and then, once he had pulled away, he yanked your hands together and held them down, pressing them down into your soft tummy, holding you hostage as he examined you.

You were sporting bite marks on your neck now, and your breasts were pink from how much he had sucked and kissed them, and with your legs still so beautifully splayed out for him, Severus could see how you’d cummed so beautiful for him, with your pussy throbbing as soft, sweet white cream slowly showed itself.

You hesitated, wondering if Severus had pulled away because he’d somehow been disgusted by you. But his voice had been so kind…

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, rather embarrassed. “I didn’t mean to – to cum so hard. Or to cream like that. I just couldn’t control it anymore - ”

“I know,” Severus said curtly, cutting you off. “You never can control yourself.” He reached down and pressed his thumb against your clit.

“Ah, w-what are you d-doing?”

Severus watched as your pussy twitched, and more white cream came out and graced your throbbing little pussyhole. Severus didn’t know why seeing your pussy filled with your cum affected him so much, but it did.

Your embarrassment, which had been growing ever since you came by creaming all over his cock, right in the middle of his fucking, finally reached an unbearable point, and you made to close your legs.

But Severus reached up, grabbed your knees, and stopped you. “I told you already – stop being shy. It’s too late now. Rather, will you allow me to keep going?”

You paused. “You – You still want to take me? Even with my pussy all messy like this?”

“Yes. Especially with your pussy messy like this.”

You blinked. Then, a blush spread over your cheeks as you regarded Severus in awe. “Really?”

“Yes. Really. So keep those legs apart, little one,” Severus told you, his voice noq quite raspy and harsh with want.

You compiled, slowly opening your legs all the way again.

Severus groaned when he saw your cum-coated pussy. He debated whether or not he wanted to go down on you or not, but the desire to fuck you with his cock won out. Severus positioned himself once more and then he continued to fuck you softly.

“Mmm,” you breathed out, rather pleased with what was happening. It felt so good to be taken so softly after such an intense orgasm.

But Severus’ mind was going in a different direction, reaching a realization he hadn’t quite grasped yet, as he thought, Yes, fuck, I love seeing my cock coated in her cum, in the signs of her undeniable pleasure. Severus kept going, kept pushing himself inside of you until your little pussy was ringed in your own white cream – and then – a low, beastly growl erupted out of him, as he realized, I want to cum inside of her. Seeing my cum inside of her - That’s what I truly want.

“Mm, mm, mm - ah!” Your soft moans suddenly cut off as Severus suddenly pushed your legs up, so that your knees were pushed into the mattress by your head.

Leaning over you once more, Severus pressed you down into a little ball, all curled up beneath him, with your pussy lewdly presented to him. Holding you down like that, Severus fucked your pink cunt until it was blushing a soft red – and then, with a rumbling growl that surprised even you, he came – first, inside of you, but then, when he abruptly realized what he was doing, he tried to pull out, only to end up cumming all over your pussy and (because of the position you were in) even on your face. You gasped softly as warm ropes of cum hit your mouth and chin.

Horrified, Severus mumbled out the first apology you’d ever heard him say to you: “Sorry! I – Shit, sorry, it wasn’t intentional – I would never - ”

You flicked your tongue out and caught all of the cum that you could on your lips. You gave yourself a moment to taste, with curiosity, the salty taste of his cum before you swallowed. Then, you whispered, “It’s fine, Severus. It’s all right.”

Severus shook his head, but you repeated, while smiling a little, “Shush, Sev.”

Hearing that familiar word, Severus finally calmed down a little.

“Yeah,” you murmured, while you gazed down at yourself, to see your pussy filled with his cum, mixed with your cream. “You don’t have to worry about anything. To tell you the truth, it’s what I wanted. I would have been disappointed if you hadn’t. After all, we’ve held back for over ten years…”

Severus remained motionless for a minute. Then, he spoke softly, and tiredly, “You should clean yourself up.”

You nodded in agreement. “All right.”

You went to the bathroom, where you performed anti-pregnancy spells on yourself and cleaned yourself up in the bath. Afterwards, you wandered out and picked up that silver robe that your own clothing had transformed into. You found it on the floor, near Severus’ bed. You paused, wondering if you should slip into it.

“Don’t.” Severus, who had been sitting upright at the foot of the bed, saw you contemplating whether or not to put on the robe. “It might make you feel cold again.”

“But I don’t have anything else to wear.”

“You can stay in my clothes.”

“I’ll wash your clothes for you before I give them back,” you promised.

“However you like.”

You folded the robe neatly and put it on top of Severus’ armchair.

Severus spoke again, to tell you, “It’s nearly dawn.”

You went over to where Severus was standing, for that was where one was directly facing the slit in the curtains. You turned your head to glimpse the first, soft rays of light creeping into the room through that narrow slit.

As you turned your head, Severus noticed that – “Your ears and tails are gone.” He reached out and gently turned your head, so that you were looking at him. Examining you, he murmured, “No frost, either. In fact, your face is warm. You’re still… blushing.”

Your eyes met Severus’. Without speaking, he read in your eyes what you were thinking: It’s because we made love.

Severus swallowed. Quickly letting go of your chin, he muttered, “You’re definitely human again.”

You didn’t reach for him, but you said, as softly and warmly as could, “Thank you, Severus.”

Severus didn’t reply, but he didn’t protest either when you lay back down on his bed again. He watched as your eyes fluttered shut.

“We have a staff meeting in less than an hour.”

“Mm…”

“I won’t wake you,” he warned you.

“Sure, sure…” You dozed off at once, exhausted to your very bones after the many unexpected adventures in the past forty-eight hours.

* * * * * * * * * *

When you startled awake, you found yourself still in Severus’ chambers – but all alone. You tiredly rubbed your eyes as you sat up. I feel like I barely slept. But wasn’t there something I was supposed to wake up for? Hm… Then, you remembered – “Ah!”

But you couldn’t just run over to the staff meeting now, you were still wearing Severus’ clothes and no pants or panties. With a groan, you grabbed the silver robe off of Severus’ armchair and pulling it over your head to try to hide your face and wrapping it around your waist as well for security, you ran off to your chambers as quickly as you could.

* * * * * * * * * *

“Good morning,” Professor McGonagall greeted you, her eyebrow arched sternly at you as you entered the staff meeting room five minutes late.

“Good morning,” you croaked back.

Snape looked at you with deep disapproval. “Late again?”

Catching the smirk playing around his lips, you glared at him. “Shut up.”

McGonagall shot you both a look, and you hurriedly shut up yourself.

As Dumbledore informed the staff of recent notices, you subtly tried to nap, despite the fact that you were standing up. You closed your eyes and let your head nod away on its own time…

I’m so sleepy… Thank Merlin I was able to return to my fully human form, but… Goodness, I’m tired today… Maybe I can sneak a nap under my desk during classes… Hm…

“ – our our newest addition to the staff, Defense Against the Dark Arts professor – Remus Lupin!”

Your eyes shot wide open. What!? Did I just fall asleep? What was that name I just heard? I must be dreaming, because it can’t be – it can’t be –

You frantically scanned the staff room, despite the fact that there were only about thirty people there. You searched for him, for Remus, without really believing that he would be there. Only – your jaw fell – there he was.

Remus had stumbled forward and was humbly bowing his head in little dips over and over again, as the rest of the staff applauded in welcome.

Your heart skipped a beat – or several, actually. Because you had momentarily forgotten how to breathe. An unexpectedly and unjustifiably intense sense of thrill flooded your veins. Adrenaline, you immediately recognized.

Oh no, not good. Especially after what happened yesterday night with the Obscurial, my soul and body are vulnerable to possession by the Nine-Tailed Fox. But I can’t let Remus see my fox form. I can’t!

It didn’t even cross your mind that Remus was honestly the least of your worries, given that the entire staff of Hogwarts was standing there. But you didn’t care a rat’s ass about any of them. It was Remus that made your heart gallop like a young, wild beast.

Calm yourself, the Fox whispered uncomfortably. I can feel your soul calling for my power. I’m trying not to give it to you, but it’s tough. We’re both still weak and recovering from our encounter with that Dark Spirit.

Right, you replied. Then, forfeiting all sense of grace, you fled the room with all of the speed you could muster, galloping wildly just as your heart was because there he was – Remus Lupin, your heart whispered, and your entire soul went into disarray and suddenly, you were sent back seventeen years. In your mind and in your heart, you were a mere fifth-year in Hogwarts all over again, waiting eagerly for a certain brown-haired, hazel-eyed boy in his soft, patched-up jumpers to come and join you in your spot, where you allowed yourself to fall in love twice: first, with the idea of the Nine-Tailed Fox, as a mythical solution to achieve your desire for freedom, power, and beauty, but second, with the very real person of Remus John Lupin, with his uncertain, but gentle gaze; his unfailing empathy and kindness; his quirky sense of humor; his adoration, accompanied by a sense of doubt, for future-oriented studies like Astronomy, Astrology, and Divination; and then - all of those strange, unexplained scars that didn’t match the gentle manner in which he moved about the world.

* * * * * * * * *

You were very careful going up to your classroom the next day. You ignored students’ curious glances as you hid behind hallways and peeked out of corners. You also continued to wear your cloak, with its hood up, in case you were caught off guard and your ears and tails found fit to pop out again.

Reports of “a very short dementor” reached McGonagall. She tracked you down, only to be very irate when she ripped your hood back and discovered it was you.

“What are you doing, Professor?” she asked you shortly, folding her arms impressively over her chest. “Acting like a criminal in broad daylight!”

You blinked as the mid-morning sunlight abruptly flooded your vision. “Um,” you replied, “well, since I’m doing this in broad daylight, doesn’t that tell you that I’m not a criminal?”

McGonagall’s nostrils flared. Suddenly, you were very grateful that Professors couldn’t give other Professors detention. Deeming it was best to get a move on, you flashed her an apologetic grin before scurrying away, up to your classroom.

* * * * * * * * * *

After you finished your classes for the day, you went down to Hagrid’s hut. You let out a sigh of relief as you left the castle. It was nice to be out in the fresh air and out of the castle. No chance of bumping into Remus out here, you thought to yourself.

When you were about thirty yards away from Hagrid’s hut, you thought you could hear voices coming from inside the hut.

“Yes. Thank you, Hagrid.”

“O’ course.” Hagrid’s front door opened. “Come down anytime, yeh hear?”

You skidded to a soft stop on the stony path and immediately began to turn around. Unfortunately, the sound of the few loose stones you’d kicked up scattered brightly before you.

“Oh! Good timin’!” Hagrid exclaimed, noticing you. “I’ve a favor to ask of you.”

You closed your eyes and said a quick prayer – although for what, you weren’t entirely sure. Then, you slowly turned back around. As calmly as you could, you replied, “Sure, Hagrid. What is it?”

“One of the baby thestrals ran away from its mum this afternoon,” Hagrid explained. “And you know, what with the strange things happenin’ recently, I thought maybe you wouldn’t mind if you tried to go lookin’ for the poor foal before he gets into any trouble.”

Meanwhile, standing beside Hagrid, Remus Lupin was politely looking at your feet, with his hands clasped in front of him.

“Yes, sure,” you confirmed, impatient to get out of there. “I’ll go right away.”

“Ah, but wait one mo’, Professor,” Hagrid said. “Can you see thestrals or no?”

You shook your head.

Hagrid frowned. “It might be tricky to capture the foal then, and dangerous to you as well. I’d give you Fang, but he tends to scare away the foals.”

You shrugged. “I know thestrals are attracted to the smell of blood. I can simply cut my hand a little.”

“No.” It was the first time Remus had spoken up, but his voice was firm. “There’s no need for you to hurt yourself. I can see thestrals. I’ll go with you.”

“That would make me feel better. Not that you aren’t capable, but you never know what the forest will bring you in the dead of night,” Hagrid said sagely. “I’m sorry, Professor Lupin. I’d go meself, but I’ve got to… Well… Something happened with Buckbeak today, and I figured I best go see him, give him a ferret or two.”

“Not at all, Hagrid.” Remus graciously bowed his head towards Hagrid before he glanced over at you. “Well,” he said, putting his hand out to gesture at the forest, “Shall we?”

* * * * * * * * * *

Meanwhile, back at the castle, Severus had finally booted the students of his last class out of his classroom. Exhausted, he made his way to his chambers, eager to sleep. But just before he fell into bed, he pulled out his wand. Closing his eyes, he scoured his mind for not just the happiest, but the lightest and most peaceful memory…

Many, many years ago, back when he was a little boy, Severus discovered the magic of Potions. His father had gone out of town for a business trip. That day, his mother, Eileen Prince, had brought out her old Potions kit. “Severus, look,” she whispered. “Look what happens when I do this.” She poured a bubbling, red liquid into a vial containing a tiny drop of silvery, cloudy liquid.

Severus gasped as a mini explosion of silver and red sparks erupted from the vial. His mother laughed as she watched her young son run around, trying to catch the sparks in his little hands. When he had finally exhausted himself, Eileen went over to her son and pulled him into her arms.

“Mummy, what was that?”

“It was a Sparks Potion. I prepared it for you. I mixed Bloodroot and Frog’s Spleen together a few weeks ago to make the red liquid – Flammable Potion, and then I tipped it into Mercuric Elixir today. That’s the silver drop. It contains animatic properties, you see, and will react with just about anything. You need to be very careful with it, but when used correctly, it can bring about amazing results, as you just saw.”

“Wow…”

“It was for your birthday. Happy Birthday, my love.”

Severus frowned. He looked up at his mother. “But, Mummy, Daddy said birthdays weren’t important. Remember, he got mad the last time we celebrated?”

“I know, sweetheart. But birthdays are important. Especially yours?”

“‘Specially mine? Why?”

“Because you’re my son,” Eileen told him. She gathered him up in her arms and whispered lovingly, “My little Prince. No matter what your father says, that’s who you are and don’t you forget it.”

Clutching his wand, Severus whispered fervently, “Expecto Patronum.”

Whoosh.

Severus’ eyes flashed open – and he watched in complete awe as a silver doe appeared before him.

For once, Severus’ eyes were not impenetrable, but totally vulnerable, as he fell to his knees, bowed his head, and cried for the days long past, for the days we cannot get back...

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strqyr · 3 years ago

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Looking over your RWBY-STRQ foils/counterparts, what took me by the most surprise was that Weiss was Raven's foil and Blake was Qrow's. In my mind, it was always Weiss-Qrow and Blake-Raven, but these make so much sense it's not even funny.

i have to admit, part of the reason why i finally sat down and wrote that post is because over the years, i'd seen weiss and qrow being paired as foils and i just... could never see it. like, i get why blake and raven, ruby and summer, and yang and taiyang are, but weiss and qrow just never clicked.

and i realized it was because how the others were judged. ruby-summer and yang-taiyang were more down to their role and personality, while blake-raven was due to one singular action that may-or-may-not have had a similar motivation behind it; obviously, all of them foil each other, but they're being judged differently. and because it was always "one foil for each", that left weiss and qrow as the odd ones out, who were kinda "forced" to foil one another because there was no one else left.

that's why i think strq foils more than just one member of rwby each – and honestly, you could throw jnpr in there too.

plus, the "one foil for each" is a pet peeve of mine, because it usually ends with treating these characters like they have no differences beyond "rwby didn't fail because they are better than strq". like, ruby is summer's counterpart? that means everything ruby does parallels summer, which then leads to summer being just ruby 2.0 and so on.

strq foiling just about everyone gives a little bit of variety, and honestly, i feel like it gives a better understanding what they were like during their beacon years until we get to see that properly for ourselves.

#rwby #miki-13 #ask.strqyr #sorry this got longer than i expected #i just have many feelings about strq #and i am tired of them being treated as just rwby 2.0 #they have layers #layers that yes include foiling rwby but also jnpr and sometimes villains as well #they have the range

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ixar-of-the-bargains · 2 years ago

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Anyway more coherent thoughts about RWBY: Ice Queendom

Things I liked

Port a) not being an absolutely creepy pedophile the first time we see him and also b) actually teaching? Both of these, added to the fact that Ozpin is a lot more serious here than he appears in web series canon or the regular fandom, make this Beacon take itself a lot more seriously.

Not Jaundice Arc, and by proxy Cardin appears in little more than a cameo. The negative point here however is no Velvet, but otoh we're not seeing her be bullied so that's also still mostly a plus

The fact they cut the Dockyard Fight scene in its entirety. On one hand, it makes Sun look less stalkery, on the other hand, it lets them basically summarize half the four trailers and the entire first season in ~1 hour of screentime. Also, giving Yang and Weiss some time to interact -which was amazing imo

Jaune in his entirety. He's not a horndog creep for Weiss, he doesn't go through Jaundice Arc (arguably his lowest point -I was never pissed he got more screen time than RWBY in Vol 1, but I was annoyed that screentime went to fkn Jaundice)

The fact they changed Jaune's backstory a bit to give him better physical conditioning. The fact he just passed initiation without Aura at all and only learned that from Pyrrha afterward makes things a lot funnier, but they also make him a lot more badass. He tanked a hit from a Deathstalker and basically shrugged it off the same as Pyrrha -who has both Aura and years of training

The fact that the only trailer thing they cut off was Yang beating up thugs in Junior's Club. Don't get me wrong, I like Yang beating people up as much as the next guy, but the whole plot point about Yang's mom just didn't get brought up until 3 seasons after.

More Taiyang -in fact Taiyang even being there at all

Adam being more than just Blake's Abusive Ex. Don't get me wrong it's not unlikely they'll make him into it anyway, but I already like this Adam more than I ever liked RWBY's Adam.

Things I didn't like/am not quite sure about

The fact they cut off initiation. It works, don't get me wrong, but it guts the best bit of the whole scene before they're thrown into the Emerald Forest, which is Jaune and Ruby meeting.

Mild pet peeve, but the fact Ruby does not look as much of a Baby compared to virtually everyone else in the anime as she did in the web series. It's not something I dislike

all in all, as long as they don't kill off Pyrrha, I think I'll like this more than the canon show all the way lmao

#RWBY Ice Queendom #RWBY

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fadedneonzzz · 3 years ago

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Does anyone have RWBY fan fiction pet peeves? I’ll list mine

Referring to Pyrrha as (and I’m cringing writing this out) P-Money. Now there’s nothing wrong with wanting to give characters nicknames….but please try a little harder than this

Making Cinder a 100% Femme Fatale. This one seems to be fading away now that people seem to be more interested in making AU fan fictions about her becoming a better person. But from 2014-2016 it was like no one could think of any better way to characterize Cinder in fan fiction

Using Monty Oum’s name in the place of the word God. I get it, he’s the creator of RWBY, so technically he is the god of RWBY, but something about it rubs me the wrong way especially after his passing. I could be more forgiving if it was written before he passed away, but after that I think people should refrain from doing that.

Writing Ruby like she has the mind of a 10 year old. Ruby is innocent and pure, but it doesn’t mean she’s naïve

Making Weiss a super tsundere. Please stop reminding me of V1-V2 Weiss, she’s so much better now. Again, this one seems to be fading away, but it does appear more often than it should.

That’s all the ones from the top of my head, go ahead and add your own if you’d like.

#rwby #rwby fanfiction

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random-french-girl · 4 years ago

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I wonder if Yang asking “Do you think she thinks less of me?” is also in part due to her having expressed some - very minor, don’t get me wrong - resentment, or frustration, at other people choosing to follow Ruby instead of helping her and the boys with Mantle. The way she reacts in episode 1 when Penny (the Protector of Mantle!) declares she’ll go with Ruby, and no one else volunteers for the Evacuation Mission, makes me feel like, deep down, she’s a little bit peeved about it: “Do what you gotta do, I’m going out there to see what I can do”, she says, in a tone that’s kind of hard to read, a mix of acceptance and disappointment, before leaving without another word. Assuming we’re not getting flashbacks of any missing scenes - and we still might! who knows! - it is kind of an abrupt goodbye. Not inconceivably so, given the high pressure situation, but still striking, especially contrasted with Blake and Weiss looking at her with concerned/sad eyes. Add to that the way she reacts when Fiona mentions them working without their teammates - eyes narrowing, arms crossed, “we’ve been doing just fine” - and I can’t help but read a hint of resentment in her. A hint of insecurity. Her abandonment issues rearing their ugly heads.

And because she has these small moments, it would be so easy, so natural for her to assume Blake has them too - after all, if Yang feels even the tiniest bit abandoned, disappointed, by Blake not coming with her, who’s to say Blake doesn’t feel exactly the same way?

And of course, she couldn’t be further from the truth. Gosh, I really can’t wait for them to talk.

#yang xiao long #bumbleby #blake x yang #rwby #rwby spoilers #rwby vol 8 #random meta

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littlemisssquiggles · 4 years ago

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...Sooo...about Rosegarden again...

As I was discussing with my good daikon buddy and fellow Rosegardening Pinehead @jealouscartoonist, you might as well fit Oscar with a shirt that reads “WHEN LOST, FIND RUBY ROSE” only to pan over to Ruby sporting a matching shirt that says “I’M RUBY ROSE” since at this point, I think the only person who has managed to successfully keep Oscar out of harm’s length is Ruby when she makes that her priority like how it was back in V5.

I’m not just saying this as a Rosegardener, I think it’s worth noting that each time Ruby has taken her eyes off Oscar or left him under the protection of someone else, he’s either gone missing or ends up separated from the team in some way or form. It is also worth noting that each time Oscar disappears, Ruby is more or less the first one folks make sure to inform.

Back in Argus, it was her Yang and Blake called out to first after they found Oscar gone. The same can be said for when the JNR Trio discovered Oscar missing from his room and Jaune tried to tell Ruby before Ironwood cut him off.

I also love the added detail that Ruby was also the one Yang asked regarding Oscar’s feelings about their decision to deceive the General. Though it wasn’t actually stated in the series, the implication I got from that moment at the start of V7 was that Ruby’s choice to deceive the General came from a place of her mistrust in him given the treatment of the Mantle and possibly a need to protect Oscar as well since, on two occasions, Ruby has witnessed Oscar being hurt both physically and emotionally for Oz’s mistakes after the truth came out.

The fact that she chimed in with a lie the instant Ironwood started questioning Oscar about Oz gave me this vibe. That and the fact that Ruby glanced in Oscar’s direction with an almost guilty expression following what she had done. It’s these little things that speak volume about this dynamic.

It is for this reason why I get peeved whenever I hear antis claiming that Rosegarden is forced. It is very evident from previous seasons that Oscar and Ruby have been shown to care deeply about one another. While they may not share the same history from the Beacon Days back in Vale as Ruby's other companions since she's only known Oscar since they met in Mistral. However it is notably impressive how protective and supportive Ruby has grown to be of Oscar since the two first met and the same can be said of his attachment to her.

While this season seems to be testing that loyalty, it is for reasons such as this why this squiggle meister is highly fond of the dynamic between the Rosegarden friendship and why I pay so much attention to it. While you can possibly deny the two might not be interested in one another romantically at the moment, you can't say they don't care about each deeply as close friends.

For Pete's sake, above any other character on the hero team, Ruby was the first one to volunteer to go pick up Oscar from the slums. While she was accompanied by Weiss with Maria as their certified Granny Urber driver, it was sweet how Ruby was the one to greet Oscar first when he originally pegged the airship to be a threat based on Oz’s initial warning.

Not to mention that Ruby was also the only one to stand next to Oscar on the entire plane ride back to the bar and show him support and comfort while Maria flew the plane and Weiss stood in the corner and let the two beans have their moment.

I’m going to chock this up to mean that Weiss must’ve known how concerned Ruby was for Oscar after learning he had disappeared again (especially since Blake’s remark was that the group thought something bad had happened to him after he didn’t arrive on the ship with JNR) so out of respect for her “best friend” and teammate, she kept her distance and allowed Ruby to be the one to have her time with Oscar. At least, that’s how I’m interpreting it.

You cannot convince me that Ruby isn't the closest thing to a close confidante or best friend that Oscar has on the hero team. Nevermind that he also shares her with characters such as Weiss and Penny. In respect to Oscar's affiliates, Ruby is his closest. She is the true rose in his little prince story; assumingly.

He's not even that close with Oz and Oz practically lives rent free in the little prince's head until the Merge.

Bottom-line, given the development of the season so far, I'm curious to see what little or more the showrunners may do to continue to progress the budding bond between our two, smaller more honest souls.

While I understand that Ruby is more or less the leader of the team and Oscar is a member of the team, I still find it pretty interesting that when Oscar disappears, Ruby is one of the first people to be informed. Makes me wonder how it will be for tomorrow’s episode in the event that YJR fail to rescue Oscar from the Hound and they’re forced to break this depressing news to Ruby and the others JUST AFTER they had reunited with Oscar earlier that very same day.

Should be interesting to see Ruby’s reaction to Oscar getting kidnapped by a monstrous talking Grimm to be taken to Salem (since who else would send a Grimm of that threat level after Oscar who is the incarnation of Salem’s former lover from a previous life turned mortal enemy).

I’m hoping that either during this volume or afterwards (especially after the group rescue Oscar from George the Hound) that Ruby takes a more overprotective stance towards Oscar. I mean she already looks out for him a lot but imagine if…the little red rose’s overprotectiveness of the little prince is dialed up to like a 50 after Atlas.

The group keep losing him! Someone’s gotta keep the little hazel eyed wandering sheep of the hero team in check, especially from all the wicked witches and big bad wolves out there trying to get him!

I’ve seen other Pineheads refer to Oscar’s animal counterpart as a deer given his name. But I dunno. To me, Oscar’s more of a sheep since he keeps getting separated from the herd. Plus a sheep fits Oscar given the Little Prince reference too. Why not?

Now I wanna squiggle some Stray Sheep Boy Oscar fanart. I think I’ll do that later for my own amusement. Until then, those are my thoughts.

~LittleMissSquiggles (2020)

#rwby #oscar pine #ruby rose #rwby rosegarden #rwby volume 8 spoilers #rwby remarks

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heliosthegriffin · 4 years ago

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The Burdens of Lordship

Jaune decided he needed to go get out for a night, and by himself.

It had been a long couple of months at Beacon, hard, difficult, and nowhere near-easy for a fake like himself.

But, he had made it so far with Pyrrha and his teams help.

He be dead without them, hells, he’d be dead without Ruby too.

But, with all these new teams coming in today... It felt so damn suffocating, even more than usual. Like they could see through him, see that he didn’t belong here.

So, it brought him here, getting dressed for a knight on the town, heh, he’d made a Yang.

A nice pair of cream slacks, a royal blue dress shirt, a black vest on top of it lined with faux-gold buttons, a pair of nice brown loafers, and fine leather belt to bring the suit together. Contrarily to Yang and Weiss’s opinion, he did know how to dress himself, being raised by his parents plus seven overbearing sisters taught him enough, it’s just, since he came to Beacon he’s actually had the freedom to wear what he wanted.

Tonight though? He want to look better than he felt. So, he brushed his a hair enough to look presentable, and went out into the dorm.

“Well, how did I dooooo-” Jaune didn’t get to finish as Nora barreled pasted into the bathroom, knocking him to the side.

Pyrrha stifled a laugh and Ren gave the barest hint of a apolegtic smile.

Jaune steadied himself, giving a laugh at his own expense. He couldn’t blame Nora for having to go to the bathroom, could he?

“Well, how do I look?” Jaune asked his partner and his friend.

Pyrrha gave him a friendly smile and nodded approvingly. “Quite lovely, Jaune. You look dashing.”

“Ah, thanks Pyr.” Jaune said with a slight blush, it always felt nice to be complimented.

Ren looked on more skeptically, with a hand on his chin. “Turn around.”

Jaune did as asked.

“Ok, do some stretches.”

Jaune complied with his team-mates wishes, surely he would notice if he missed something.

“Alright, you look passable. Here,” Ren approached Jaune squirted a few drops of cologne, and helped straighten out his outfit. “And now you look, as Pyrrha put it, quite dashing.” Ren said with a light smile.

“Thanks, Ren.” Jaune said another light blush on his cheeks. “Well, I guess I should be going then.”

“Wait,” Ren said putting a hand on his shoulder. “You’re forgetting something.” He looked over to Pyrrha and she handed the boys Crocea Mors.

Jaune looked on incredulous. “Why would I need Crocea Mors?”

Ren shook his head. “You’re a huntsman, you must look the part at all times. Plus...”

Jaune frowned, knowing where he was leading. “It’ll make me less likely to be mugged or something.”

Jaune knew he was a still noodly, and looked kinda weak. But he was working really hard on that!

Jaune still took his blade without complaint, admittedly he has gotten so used to wearing it, he started feeling off when not wearing it.

Pyrrha rubbed a hand on his shoulder. “It’s not like that Jaune, it’s not we’re concerned about you getting hurt, far from it, the odds of someone attacking you and them being huntsman trained are one in some hundred. We’re actually more concerned that someone might mug you and...”

Ren chimed in, “Well, you’re not Nora strong, but you’re being trained and have Aura, and that’s more than enough to hospitalize someone without one or both.”

Jaune grimaced at the idea. While he didn’t fancy himself strong or powerful, it as kinda hard to deny he hadn’t been making progress, last week he had managed to take off the head of one of the old drones that General Ironwood had donated to the academy. A regular human probably require much, much less effort.

So he nodded. “I see your point. Better to deter them, before they make a attempt.”

“Also, Ruby would be peeved if you didn’t start taking this.” Then Pyrrha pushed a black hand-canon into his hand. She then looked him in the eyes. “I’d also be rather put out, considering I paid for it.” A sly grin in her eyes.

Jaune sighed and equipped the gun to his waist opposite of Crocea Mors. Ever since he had started training with Pyrrha seriously, she had quite insistent about covering his ranged issues. So his devious partner, had behind his back teamed up with his best friend and local gun-nut, Ruby Rose, to make him a custom-hand canon.

Her evils truly knew no bounds. They had even come up with a name for it the devils! Noctis Mors.

Ruby had been a cruel task-master in teaching him the in’s and outs of shooting Noctis Mors, she had made him assemble and reassemble her until his hands bled gun oil. Suffice to say, while Noctis Mors felt a little strange on his hip, he was getting used to it.

“Thank you, Pyrrha.” He said, and pulled her into a hug, which she reciprocated.

“Better to have it and not need it, then to needed and not have it.”

Jaune smiled and shook his head, his friends were too good to him.

“Tell Nora, I said bye.”

Ren nodded his head. “You should leave before she loads you up with some grenades.”

Jaune shivered at the thought, he might be coming around to using Noctis Mors, but he doubted he’d ever get used to high-caliber explosives, He’d leave that to his crazy ginger bomber.

“Well, bye guys, I’ll see you later tonight.” Jaune said to his friend and Partner.

“Bye, Jaune.”

“Try not to eat to unhealthily!”

“I make no such promises!” Jaune said with a laugh, slipping out of the dorm.

Jaune made his way down the hallways of the dorm toward to the stairs that led outside. Where he encounters a quartet of familiar faces.

Jaune gave a friendly wave to Team RWBY as he walked towards them.

“Jaune!” Ruby said speeding over. “What are you up too? You’re not trying to ask Weiss out again are you?”

Jaune gave a eye-roll. “No, just heading out for the night. Just thought, I be a good friend and say hi.” Jaune said with stress on the word friend.

Ruby gave a laugh. “Sure, you are.”

The rest of her team caught up. Weiss in particular looked at him with suspicion,

“So, VB, whats the occasion for looking so sharp, you got a hot date tonight?” Yang asked giving him a approving nod.

“Hah, no, not tonight. I, uh, just gotta to get out for a night. You know? I just feel so trapped lately, and I want to not really think about things for a night.”

Ruby gave him a sympathetic nod.

While surprisingly Blake, the one he probably never interacted with, looked at him with a surprising level of empathy. “Yeah, I know what you mean. I hope you find what you’re looking for tonight.”

“Yeah me, too.”

Weiss then choose to cut in. “So, you don’t know what you’re looking for then?” Giving him a sharp look.

Jaune almost buckled under her gave, but straighten his back. “Uh, no, but, It’s not like I’m just idling around in Vale all nigh, I’ve got a couple places to hit up, but it’s not like I’m keeping to strict schedule, I either get to them or I don’t, I’m just trying to de-stress is all.”

Weiss huffed in disapproval, but said nothing in return. The Ice Queens love of schedules and appointments was approaching that of legend.

Yang then slung an arm around his shoulders, though she had to lean up to so. “Well, VB, that sounds fun and all, but Team RWBY as places to be and butts to kick, so go have your fun.”

Jaune untangled himself. “That’s the plan, you guys go stop crime or whatever trouble you’ll get up to.”

“We don’t always do that!”

Jaune raised a suspicious brow at that.

“We don’t!”

“Sure.” Then Jaune turned and walked away, feeling as though he had won that conversation.

As he was leaving, he heard Weiss call out. “Arc.” Jaune turned to looked at her. “Try to not make a fool out of yourself, tonight.” The barest hint of what may one day be a smile on her face.

“That’s not on the list, but I’ll add it in anyway.” He said turning around, not bothering to try to find sort of conversation with her. He knew where they stood relationship wise, and if it could improve over time, that sounds good, if not, well all he could hope is keeping thing civil.

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Jaune made sure to pop something for his motion-sickness before he bordered the bullhead, so the flight down wasn’t as terrible as it could be, it was still awful, but at least he wasn’t spewing his guts everywhere.

His stomach feeling wobbly made he strike eating off the list for now, so he choose his first destination, and walked through one of Vales, many, many parks. Admiring the well-tended plant-life and occasionally waving at anybody who waved at him.

After his stomach settled, he decided to walk towards the closest bookstore, and just browsed till he founded something interesting. He had less-time with keeping up with comic and whatever came out of Mistral, since coming to Beacon. Still he left the store with couple interesting comics and even a couple books on stuff relating to huntsman actives.

Finally his stomach had decided to let him know, he could refill it. He ended up at a nice steak house, and somehow managed to get to a table in under a hour.

Jaune set at a table looking over a menu, he had already decided on what steak he want, now it was just onto sides.

A waitress then made herself known. “Hello, hello, what can I get you today?”

Jaune recited his order.

“Right, well have it out as soon as possible. Also, from the rest of us here, we’d like to think you for your service.”

Jaune’s face crunched in confusion.

“Huntsmen are a invaluable part of our society, and as such, we’d like you to know that your meal is on the house tonight, if you require anything else, please just call.”

Then his waitress left, somehow managing to make Jaune feel appreciated and also like a complete piece of shit.

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The meal was delicious, and Jaune had made sure to leave a nice tip anyway before leaving.

Did his dad get free meals like that? Did all huntsmen just get their bill wavered?

Jaune paused for a moment and sat on a bench, thinking.

He stares out into the evening light and all the people out there, living there lives, good or bad, they were still people weren’t they? They were probably didn’t even think about how to they need to get stronger, or how to kill the next grimm they face, were they?

They shouldn’t have to either? Should they, since that was his job kinda. Jaune thought for a second, he might not be a real huntsman, or even a real huntsman in training, but whats to stop him from faking it till he made it for real? What does it matter if the arms that carrys the sword has trained for two years or two months, if it can cut, it can serve.

If people were going to honor him as a huntsman, he was going to honor them by acting like one.

There wasn’t a smile on his face, but there wasn’t a frown either.

He didn’t have time to idle anymore, he needed to get back and work off this meal.

‘KAAAA-BOOOOM!!!’ A sound like none Jaune had heard before tore the air into pieces, it was so loud that it put any sound he heard before into a whimper. It was like the crack of thunder on a scale inconceivable, like lightning striking turned up to twelve.

His hearing was protected by Aura, and it was still ringing.

He turned his head towards the source of the sound, towards Beacon, and towards Patch, towards were he say the source of several more sources of the sound, and a terrible, but wondrous site.

Of what looked like one of those things Weiss summoned before, but bigger, on a scale that could cover entire city blocks!

A pillar of sheer white light stuck Beacon, and in a moment of realization, what must be Signal on Patch.

A light so bright and terrible, Jaune felt it burn against his aura, and could see the fires start around the Emerald Forest. He carefully took his hand off his ear, the sound pound like a hammer into his head, and he could see the bones through his skin. He slapped his hand back across his head.

The pillars kept of their thunderous booming for several minutes, as Jaune covered his ears, watching in utter horror.

It felt almost like a the air was slapping against his bones, and sound was hitting against his bones, rattling and shaking them.

The ground as shaking too he realized.

Silence and darkness.

The pillars suddenly disappeared, and a vacuum of sound was left over.

The city was now dark and silent, as day left night along, as the lights in the city did not turn on, as the only light was that of the fires, there was no sound at first... Then the screams started.

AN: I can’t believe everyone, but, Jaune just got fucking Isekai’d.

#Jaune Arc #The Burdens of Lordship AU

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tumblezwei · 4 years ago

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I got the impression most people believed it was about Adam and the WF like you said, but maybe my tumblr intake is just very specific. It can also be about Yang, in the sense that it's important for Blake to be independent of Yang and not be defined just by her relationship with her, which is very applicable in Nora's situation as well. Still, Weiss's presence and Blake's wording makes me lean more towards the Adam and WF interpretation, so I agree with you.

I guess we just circulate different parts of the fandom, because the only interpretation I've seen is that it's about Yang.

My problem with it has nothing to do with Blake and Yang being a big part in each other's lives, and more that the tone of their conversation was steered toward finding out who you are independent of other people. It just doesn't make sense for Blake to be talking about Yang, especially after volume 7 made a point about there being nothing wrong with Blake and Yang being a unit (the montage ep with Marrow where they shut down his suggestion that they switch it up sometimes).

Like, I dunno. I just feel like it's cheapening the moment a little.

I'm not gonna like, cry about it or anything, but it's one of biggest pet peeves when this happens in the bee fandom.

#rwby8 #rwby spoilers #ask #anon #discourse tag

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razorblade180 · 4 years ago

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Twin Snowflakes pt19: Skill, Sickness, and Skirts

Four hours into the day and no incident at school. So far so good, Summer thought to herself. It was pretty weird to be at school knowing Nick wasn’t around. The two never really saw much of each other anyways, but it was weird nonetheless. Summer sat quietly in the nurse's office with papers on her lap and a text book in her hand; the typical set up. Classroom temperatures and an abundance of not so nice peers made for a very dreadful school environment most days. It wasn’t all bad. Quiet time for most of the day was nice. Nobody or no one to bug her. Until the door swung open and Veronica disrupted the vibe.

“Yo Princess.” The girl said in a good mood. Veronica actually didn’t sound insufferable right from the jump. That nickname was still annoying though. “Do I have to pay you to use my name regularly?”

“I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, I don’t care about your money. It will never influence me. Eliza said I might find you in here. I thought she was joking but I should’ve known this is totally a thing you’d do.” Veronica looked around the sterile environment, devoid of anything interesting. “I’m supposed to be nice to you, but it’s shit like this that brings my opinion of you crashing down.”

“Whatever.” Summer groaned, rolling her eyes. “It’s not like it was high to begin with. Why are you even in here?”

Veronica took a seat on the bed next to her. She reached for one of those sticks nurses pressed down on people’s tongue and started scratching her nails along the edges. “For you obviously. I gotta be around a student council member and Eliza is taking a test. PE is your next class isn’t it?” The stick finally snapped from the friction. “Might as well try and be active and see the school. Being in one room all day is boring.”

Summer didn’t like anything she just heard. The worst class with Veronica? Why was life this cruel. She was a good girl, yet a trail came day after day to test her. “Umm you should rethink that. Valerie is in my class.Plus it can get annoyingly loud.” A cheap deterrent but Summer had to try something.

Veronica shrugged. “So? I’ll just stay away from that jock. Also I’m no stranger to crowds and microphones. That’s my life too, remember? I know how to adjust accordingly.

Summer frowned as she gathered her papers. “But-” Veronica put a finger over her lips to silence her. The girl slowly removed said finger and started putting Summer’s stuff away.

“We can make this suck, or we can make it tolerable. Let’s just both try not to step on each other’s toes and get through 90 minutes together, fair?” Veronica put Summer’s thing over the petite girl’s shoulder then got her on her feet. The slightly forceful push out the door made Summer yelp? “Why are we leaving now!?”

“Because I can phase us through the locker room door and get us changed before anybody shows up.”

“W...wait, you care about things like that? But you’re so….” Summer leaned further back to press against Veronica’s boobs. “Filled out.”

Veronica hit the girl on the head. Summer couldn’t help but notice the slight blush that appeared. “Don’t be so dense.” Veronica protested. “Just because I’m hot doesn’t mean I like stripping down to my underwear in front of others. And honestly, what’s with everyone and tits!?” She ranted, clearly passionate about the subject. “Nothing is fun about back pain. I also don’t need a bunch of entitled snobs staring at my ears and tails like I’m an exotic zoo animal. Changing early avoids most of that.”

“You eventually have to change again though.”

“I don’t have any classes so I’m not in a rush. I’ll just wait for everyone to leave or change someplace else.” Veronica looked at Summer annoyed. “Can you start actually walking or am I going to have to keep pushing?” Summer leaned forward and out of the way. She wasn’t expecting Veronica to hate changing almost as much as herself. They really did share a similar annoyance towards school. For different reasons of course. Kids looked at her scars and snickered. If Veronica felt like a zoo animal, then Summer felt like a freak show at a circus. That’s what those stares felt like anyways. Summer took Veronica by the hand and sped up.

Veronica jolted. Being grabbed like that was a pet peeve.“Hey! What’s with the pulling!?” Summer looked back at her and stuck her tongue out. “Don’t be pushy if you can’t take it. We’re gonna take a shortcut. It’s not like you really know where you’re going anyways.” Veronica mumbled under her breath. Admittedly she had this coming. Veronica had no choice but to listen.

xxxx

Back at home, Weiss was having her own set of problems in the form of her overzealous son. She had just walked in on him out of bed and reaching for his sword. Granted, he was looking leagues better than he was this morning, but that’s what medicine does! It didn’t mean he was actually better! Weiss put down the tray holding his lunch and medicine. “Am I going to have to get the black wig?” She crossed her arms and gave him the infamous mom look.

Nick gulped. Bleiss wasn’t a person to bargain with. “Let’s not be hasty hehehe.” His nervous laughter made his voice crack slightly. “I’m feeling so much better and staying in bed all day is boring, so I thought some light training…”

“That’s partly why you’re sick!” His mother exclaimed. “Your body needs proper rest.” Nick pumped his fist in the air and boasts, “My body has rested! I’m an Arc after all.”

Weiss remained unconvinced, giving him a look of judgement. Nick let out a defeated sigh. “Come on mom, I have to do something. I feel like I’m right at the cusp of a breakthrough. King of the Hill is mine this year, I can feel it.” Nick looked at his hands with excitement and frustration. He wiggled each finger before clenching his fist. “I just need to push a little more. Somehow.” He looked at his mother who was still judging him.

Weiss could tell he wasn’t bluffing, and neither was that video from the physical exam. What Nick did was beyond impressive and exceeded what she was doing at his age. It was also rocky as hell. There were multiple areas in his fighting style that needed severe ironing out. “It’s moments like these I think karma is playing with me. Winter had a difficult time reeling me in whenever I wanted to train too.” Weiss laughed a little, remembering those simpler times. They weren’t all fun and games but she cherished them wholeheartedly. “If you’re going to train then I’m going to be overseeing it and you’ll follow my rules.”

Nick’s eyes lit up like fireworks. “Seriously, the two of us!? Aren’t you busy?” Weiss shook her head. “I’m here taking care of you aren’t I? If we’re doing this then you should know swordplay isn’t the focus. You sir need to pay more attention to glyphs.” She pointed at him in shock. “I can’t have a son of mine slack off in a technique that’s built into his very DNA.”

It stung a bit to hear that but that’s because she wasn’t wrong. Nick knew compared to everyone else his glyphs were lackluster, especially to Summer. Her combinations and skill made him think she was constantly going through dust ratios in her head like an encyclopedia. “Well then, that took the wind out of my sails.” He slumped over.

“Practice makes perfect. Meet me in the garden in half an hour. Eat and take your meds before then.Also wear something warm.” Weiss said as she left.

“Yes ma’am.” Nicholas flopped onto his bed. At least it was better than doing nothing at all.

Thirty minutes went by in no time at all. Nicholas approached his mother wearing warmer clothes than his pajamas. He had chosen to wear some sleeping thermals over lounging sweatpants while his upper body was warmed by a thick gray hoodie. Normally the cold wasn’t a problem, but being sick made things a little harsher. The two stood on one of the four walkways that made the giant square garden. In the middle was a decently sized hedge maze that was surrounded by tea tables and various kinds of foliage. Apparently this was his grandmother’s favorite spot. Tea wasn’t her beverage of choice though. If it was then maybe she wouldn’t have drunken herself to an early grave.

Nick shook away the depressing thoughts. Weiss was doing the same by the way she briefly zoned out until Nick moved. He clapped his hands together. “So, what’s on the agenda?”

“Your video tells a lot about you. Constructing swords is a skill you don’t need to work on. It’s clear you got that down.”

Nick smiled proudly. “I didn’t get the nickname Gilgamesh for nothing.”

“That name also tells everyone just how bad you are at long distance and anything that isn’t directly connected to swordplay.” Weiss pointed out.

His smile turned sheepish, the pride snuffed out. “So I’m guessing that’s today’s lesson?”

“You’re half right.” Weiss grabbed his blade, Mort Froide, and placed it in his left hand. She was lucky her son was ambidextrous. His passion for dual wielding was to thank for that. She positioned his left foot forward and his right foot back; adding a slight bend to his left leg. “We’re going to put your body in positions that are normally opposite to what you’re used to. Do you know why?”

“Versatility? That way I can do sword and semblance skills with either hand?”

“Not only that, but to strengthen them and let you feel the difference in performance. Naturally you’re right handed, which means casting glyphs and swordplay is inherently going to be better on that side. Casting glyphs for you usually involves your left. It’s made it well trained, but it also means you’re rarely performing them as strong as you could be. Make a wall with your right and then with your left.”

Nick extended his middle and pointer finger while flicking his wrist up. A generic glyph formed in front of them in a second that was wide enough to cover both of them. He switched to his left to try the same. The delay was about a second longer and half of Weiss’s body was exposed. Not only that, the glyph looked slightly dimmer. He had never noticed the difference.

“Woah….who knew?”

“Your sister.” Weiss jabbed at him. “Not only is the size and speed different, but I guarantee that right handed casting can take and deal more damage. A helpful tip for Valerie. I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a subconscious amount of effort and aura going more into the left one too, but you’ve done it for so long that I doubt the difference is hindering you. Just something to keep in mind.”

Weiss pulled out Myrtenaster and slipped in lightning dust. “Our swords, like any other weapon, are conduits for our aura. Using our semblance with them is second nature and having both hands to perform glyphs by having them on the sword provides more power behind it. It’s not always viable unfortunately.”

“I know. Making the quantity and quality of swords around me helps when I do the stance you taught me. The one where you kneel and stab into the ground.” He twirled his sword once before taking a knee, piercing the ground as a demonstration. “I have the fundamentals understood. It’s the concentration I’m lacking I guess.”

Weiss agreed. “Believe me, it’s challenging. You can get to the level of focus, but you take too long to reach that point. Which brings us back to our lesson today. She handed him vials of lightning and fire dust. “You’re going to practice a practical technique, and an impractical one. The first one is time dilation.” Weiss could see her son’s face turn to despair, making her laugh. “Haha don’t worry, I’ll help you through it.”

“Mom we’ve been down this road before. It ended with me constantly getting shocked. I didn’t even pull it off.”

Weiss remembered that day. Nick couldn’t touch anything with static cling for hours. “Hey you’re a little older now. Asking that much of you was definitely on me. If you can learn to use it, then your swordplay automatically becomes better. Quick attacks are already your forte. Having this without Summer’s help will elevate you. Especially if you’re dual wielding.”

Nick couldn’t deny any of that. Time dilation was a move that would be perfect. Too bad he sucked! It was one of the few things he had no progress in. It was essentially the beginning of deep diving of advanced glyphs. “What’s the second lesson?”

Weiss pointed to the maze. “The infamous candle test!” She said b like an announcer almost.

It was one rough reveal after another. “No! I’m going to burn everything!” Nick wasn’t being a defeatist, but realistic.

The candle test was the epitome of a fire hazard. It was a difficult way of working on control and concentration to an obsessive degree. The objective was to light the candles set up on the inside of the maze as fast as possible by using their semblance. At novice level, a person goes through the maze lighting them one by one. That way control was the main focus. A step above that is to stand in the center and send tiny embers to each candle. That requires more concentration on directing the fire while controlling the output from the very start. A level beyond that was to do it from the balcony. That way you can see all the candles, but now you have wind to worry about. The flames needed to be strong enough to reach the candle while being perfectly on course so plants burn. Finally, there was lighting all the candles from the ground level from the outside of the maze. Nick could only get through the first two levels. Summer does the fourth option for fun…

“Mom, there’s no way you’re expecting me to do option four well, right?” He cautioned. “You’ll be putting out a lot of fires.”

“That’s fine. That’s what practice is all about. Repetition will make it easier because I’ll keep the candles in the same area I always do. Even if you get marginally better at this, then you’ve progressed more than you will realize.” Weiss rested her hand on Nick's shoulder. It was relieving to know that her child could still act his age. She probably shouldn’t be happy to see him nervous, but she was. “Think of it like this. Let’s say you can get past level three of the candle test in about three minutes. A level of control and concentration that swift will make everything you can already do faster.” Weiss put her sword down and held her hand palm up. A glyph suddenly formed then burst into a flash of light.

Nick closed his eyes briefly. Only to open them again to see a Sphinx the size of himself standing next to his mother.

“It’ll also bring you steps closer to everything you can’t do yet.” Weiss petted her creation. “That thing you did with your gigas is really impressive. It would be a tragedy if you couldn’t pull it off in intense, solo combat.”

Now he was fired up. He still wasn’t entirely sure how he pulled off what he did during the fight with the Paladin, but he did know that it would be a game changer if he could call upon it at will. If he could even be a fourth of what he was that day then he’d have a useful crutch. If getting to that point meant doing what he was bad at, then there was no time for whining. Nick placed a vial of lightning dust into the hilt of Mort Froide. “Let’s get to work then! Valerie won’t know what hit her!”

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“Why am I so bad at this!” Nicholas shouted off of the balcony. He had been doing the candle test for about two hours now. Time dilation was tricky but the basis of it was something Nick had the hang of, so they switched gears to this. A thing he couldn’t handle even if he had extra arms.

Weiss finished putting out the flames on the slightest burnt maze. At least it was warm enough outside to not need a coat. Both of them had switched to tank tops. “Give it one more good try, then we’ll take another break.” She encouraged enthusiastically. “Don’t worry about speed right now. Focus on concentration and control.”

“Okay…” Nick took a deep breath and got back into position. This time with his sword in his right hand. He raised it to the sky to make a fire glyph then brought it down in front of him.

“Might want to angle it a little higher. Have it arch through the air.” Nick followed hire instructions accordingly. He had twelve candles he needed to light . All in separate spots. The middle of the glowed brighter as a flame ignited. It grew more and more in size before the flame wrapped around itself to make a fireball. Concentration. Nick pulled his sword back and assessed his targets. He split the fireball into twelve smaller ones that went to the edge of the glyph like a clock face. This was control.

Beads of sweat ran down his from the heat and training, that was more rigorous than he thought it would be. “Aim and….” Nick thrusts his blade forward to send them flying. All twelve were on track this time thanks to Weiss’s advice, but only eight of them landed on their targets sadly. The other four fizzled out half way there. The boy groaned, irritated with his progress. Weiss could understand that. Between her family and Jaune, there wasn’t a soul around who didn’t strive for perfection in training.Nick went to raid his sword again but it was quickly pushed down by Weiss’s.

“Uh uh, break time.” She tossed him a towel for him to wipe his face, and screamed if he needed to. She did i that sometimes in moments like these. On the bright side, nothing was on fire that shouldn’t be. “I know this won’t mean much coming from your mom and all, but I think you’re doing pretty well.”

“What are you talking about?” Nick said, wiping his face clean of sweat and ash. “That means a lot. You’re the best at this mom.” He smiled which made Weiss smile. “Maybe I can ask Summer for insight when she gets home.”

“While you’re at it you should probably ask for singing practice with her since she talked you into a duet.”

Nick shuddered at the thought. “Ugh, don’t remind me. I’m not well enough to deal with the critiques of an idol that loves the stage more than breathing.” Summer was a nice girl most of the time. Not to mention reserved, but that changed drastically when it came to singing, Veronica, Shiva, and the heat of battle. Maybe it had something to do with adrenaline? She did enjoy snowboarding after all. “I think I’ll practice singing with you instead. It’ll be less trouble.”

“You’re just afraid of greatness.” Called out at Sumner from behind them. Her folks turned around in shock to see her standing there. “What? Lose track of time? Schools over.” Her attention was brought to her tired twin. Summer did not expect him to be training on a sick day, nor did it make her feel good about how she spent her time. Yet again, Nick was slowly widening the gap between them. This time it was in something she was good at. “How many candles?” She asked, mainly to boost her own ego.

“Eight. Not nearly as good as you.” He said in earnest. “Mind showing me how it’s done?” Weiss handed Summer her sword hilt first.

Great, now she felt a little guilty. Here she was happy to have a leg up on him and he praised her without reason. Summer grabbed her mother’s sword. “No offense Nick, but I can’t put how to do this into words. I just...get it.” She peeked over the edge to see the candles, then stepped back far enough to not see them at all. A fire glyph formed in front of her and with a flick of her wrist, one huge fireball shot up into the sky. It reached over the middle of the maze before bursting into twelve flames that landed right on the candle. Summer gave back her mother’s sword and walked away feeling accomplished. “Just keep at it!” She shouted.

Nick grabbed the tip of his towel and grunted into it. “No effort at all. It’s like she waved it like wand and the rest worked itself out.”

“I hope you know that you don’t have to reach that level of fluidity? Summer has a knack for glyphs the same way you have one for swordplay. Not that either of you are particularly bad at either if I do say so myself.”

“Hard to say that after today.” Nick mumbled, looking at the lit candles. “Hey? If Summer is so good at this then why can’t she summon more than a limb or two?”

“Well to put it simply, summoning requires a lot more than skill. Passion, need, you gotta put your all into it. You’ve done it before. Both of you did at the exam. What were you feeling?”

“Good question.” He sat down and crossed his arms, reflecting on the moment. “Desperate? I stopped thinking about myself and the test for a moment. All I wanted to do was make sure Valerie and Summer were safe, then poof. Next think I know I’m in armor.”

“Anything else?” Weiss was intrigued. She must’ve rewatched the final five minutes of that video at least a dozen times by now.

“Well after they were safe I wanted to end the fight as fast as possible. Huh, I wanted to win no matter what. Then I blacked out.”

Weiss has done that before. She couldn’t count how many times it’s been her vs a grimm that had hurt a teammate and all she wanted to do was strike it down. “I want you to keep that feeling in mind for awhile. Try and understand those emotions so you can use them whenever.”

“I’ll try. Who knows, maybe one day I can win a match against you.”

“Ha! Graduate from an academy first and become a pro first.” Weiss ruffled her child’s wild hair, making him laugh. “Don’t expect me to hold back either. You’re getting everything. From dragons to behemoths!”

The two kept laughing and enjoying their time together that they didn’t even notice Veronica had entered the room. A piece of her didn’t want to interrupt. Not just before seeing Nick laugh was pretty freaking adorable, but because both of them were way more in shape than she realized. Nick was still growing so that made sense, but Weiss!? Veronica wasn’t sure if she paid attention to Weiss’s arms but. They were cut! No wonder her own parents gush over her. It was hard to believe she pushed out twins. Veronica also took note of the lingering embers and fire dust in the air that surrounded the mother and sun. She’ll try to remember it for her fire and ice clothing design. Could be useful.

Veronica finally spoke up. “I take it you’re feeling better?” Her voice finally catches their attention.

Both of them look at her then gasp. Veronica stood before them wearing a white and blue cheerleader outfit. The skirt altered colors while the half shirt was white with blue stitches and Nick’s school name on the chest. The girl swayed side to side with pompoms in her hands. A smug smile spread on her face as her ears and tail bounced to her little dance.

“Sup!” Veronica sang, enjoying the reaction. Weiss and Nick looked at each other, then back at her. “I was gone for a day!” Nick exclaimed. “How did all of this happen?”

Veronica snickered, thinking about gym class. “I’ll tell you about it later.” She spun around for fun.

“Having fun?” Weiss smiled. “I guess today wasn’t like yesterday?”

“Nope!” Veronica cheered. “Are you feeling better? I can tell your breathing is still a little shaky and your heart rate is off.”

Weiss went back into mom mode. “Nick, are you still exhaust- uhh Nick?” The boy didn’t respond. He had spaced out watching Veronica. It took a minute to realize but the moment Veronica noticed that his gaze was on the swaying skirt and torso, her face got a little more smug. Not to mention red. Weiss bopped her son in the head to snap him back to reality. “Whatcha looking at?” She said with a smirk.

Nick’s brain finally started working again and noticed the faces staring at him. He immediately turned red and looked at the ground. “Sorry, I totally didn’t mean to...ya know.” Their laughter only made him redder.

“Well what do you know? The knightly prince is just like any other high school boy. Honestly if it weren’t for Valerie I’d assume you swing the other way sometimes.” Veronica joked, catching Nick off guard.

“Hey! Who would think that?”

Weiss rubbed her chin. “You do complain and avoid so many other girls.”

“Don’t agree with her! You did the same with rich boys!” He countered. Nick then remembered his mother had told him that she’s flirted with her own teammates countless times. “Actually...forget what I just said.”

“Yeah you were about to set yourself up.” If Weiss had her black wig then she wouldn’t think twice of letting certain escapades with Yang and Blake slip. Just for a good laugh. “Seriously, you okay?”

“Totally, can we keep going? I wanna try just a little longer.”

Veronica spoke up again. “Actually I was hoping to steal you away for awhile. I still need actual measurements for your clothes. If that’s not a problem. Summer already did hers.” She added for extra effect.

Weiss thought that was a good day. “I don’t mind cutting the lesson short soon. Give him like another twenty minutes. In the meantime you can unwind for school.” Veronica’s eyes got big. “Okay!” She did a backflip and phased through the floor where she should’ve landed. Suddenly it made sense how she might’ve been put on the team. Harriet lives for flare. A confident gymnast that always lands on her feet and is pretty well known would add to the tournament festivities while potentially beating out the school cheer teams.

“That woman really likes winning.” Nick thought to himself. “Alright, back to the grindstone!” He stood up with renewed vigor. Or whatever you would call a second win whenever you had a cold. He had twenty minutes so he was going to make them count. “That outfit would go to waste if I lose. Can’t have that.” There was something about the way he thought that made Weiss happy. He might be her child, but phrases like that were very Ruby like. He was just so sweet and turning into a fine young man. She couldn’t help but wrap her arms around him and hold him close. “I love you so much.”

Nick’s face was turning red again as he hugged his mother. In truth he could spend the remainder of training time like this in complete satisfaction. “I love you too.”

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Across the manor, Yang was paying her daughter a visit. Or least she intended to, but somehow she wound up peeking through the crack door of Vee’s room as the girl admires herself in the cheerleader uniform; doing generic poses and the occasional giggle. That came to an end however when Yang was caught in the mirror reflection with a cheeky smile on her face.

“Gah! Ma!!” Veronica said flustered beyond belief. Yang could only let out a hardy laugh as she entered the room. “Sorry not sorry, I couldn’t resist.” She said, hugging her embarrassed daughter. Yang was actually surprised Veronica let her hug her on the first try. Usually Yang’s arms would pass right through her.

“Well well well, somebody is in a good mood, and for obvious reasons.” Yang tugged at the uniform. “And you said nothing good would come out of school.”

Veronica playfully rolled her eyes. “Okay fine, today was pretty alright. Happy now?”

“I’m happy you’re happy.” Yang kissed her cheek and stared into the mirror with her. “We didn’t talk much after you came home yesterday or this morning. Holding up? Careful not to eat too much meat.Not that I mind, but you’ll be upset with yourself if you do.”

“Yeah I know. I’ve been pacing myself today. I’ll probably have a salad or something for dinner. Haven’t figured it out.”

Yang took it upon herself to sit at the edge of Veronica’s bed while her daughter started putting school stuff away. “You know I bet Nick would find it interesting to see the difference between starved and apex.”

The comment made Veronica cringe. She wouldn’t know how to feel if anyone saw her like that again, let alone Nick. “Let’s not test that theory. Acting like that in Atlas of all places wouldn’t do well for human and faunus relations. Speaking of which…” She pulled out her scroll and tossed it to Yang with a tab of herself on it.

Yang read the headline. “Menagerie’s Favorite Daughter Spotted in Atlas.” The picture itself wasn’t recent. It was Veronica on top of a car with a megaphone during one of many protests. Yang liked this picture a lot. Veronica had a fist raised in the air as people chanted with her and waved signs against an intense sunset. She looked powerful. “I guess they know now. Not that they wouldn’t with all the help you’re providing for the twins.”

“That’s true. I just don’t want people hassling me. I’m here to do my own thing, focus on my designs. Spend time with Nick…” she mumbled that last part. Yang heard it anyways. You would think a faunus with amazing hearing would know how to whisper. “How much does Nick know about your situation?” She asked.

“Are you referring to my physical situation, or my social one?” She hated that she had to clarify. Technically Veronica could think of three, but mentioning the third one would be a long conversation she didn’t want to have with anyone. She had it handled anyways. “Socially, I haven’t said anything much. Physically, I clarified things you told him behind my back.”

Yang had managed to forget about the part where she did that. “Oh yeah? I guess that’s a decent amount.”

“Not even going to deny that last part?”

“Nope!” Yang put her hands behind her head and walked around a bit. This always helped her think. “I’m not gonna apologize either for being concerned either. My options were your crush or the girl you’ve argued with since you were four. You don’t confide in me with everything and gods know that I couldn’t ask you to tell someone. You’d throw a fit!”

To say her options were limited was an understatement. Veronica could see that. It still felt invasive.Then again, that’s what parents are. “Point taken, even if I don’t like it.”

“Glad you can see it my way. Letting Summer know would be nice too. Friends knowing your struggles can be therapeutic.”

“We’re not friends.” Veronica aggressively stated, a slight amount of attitude came. “Being friends with a girl like her would only piss me off. I’ll be civil and nothing more!” She scoffed. Yang threw up her arms in jest. “If that’s what you want. I suppose I’ll settle for Nick knowing.” A devious thought came into her mind. “Better hope he doesn’t ask about heat.” Yang wasted no time bolting out of the room as Veronica got a deep blush and started shouting, her mind flustered.

“He doesn’t have to know about that! And you better not bring it up!!” That conversation didn’t have to exist. Those answers will be kept to herself even if it meant gluing her mouth shut. After that remark, Veronica desperately needed to cool off. Time for a shower.

xxxx

Turns out twenty minutes wasn’t that much time for Nick to make any further improvements. Disappointed, he walked down the hallway towards Veronica. He hadn’t been in that room since she showed up. He assumed it had to look like a boutique by now. Nick turned the counter and bumped into his sister unexpectedly on the way there. Summer had ditched the uniform in favor of an oversized ‘Boop!” shirt and sweatpants. Her studio headphones hung around her neck while her hands held two journals and a pencil. Nick knew this attire. Summer was in what he called, ‘Lyrical Mode.’

“Writing a new song?” He tried to peek at the journals but Summer pulled them closer to her chest. “Yes, and so much more.” She stated defensively. “Oscar thought I should try expressing more of my, let’s say inner feelings. I’m not really sure how it will be received though when it’s done. Piecing it together lyrically has been rough.” Summer looked down to read what she had and sighed. “Fortunately this one is more for me. Tournament wise I have a few ideas of previous covers people might like.”

Nick could tell Summer was deep in thought about this. She wouldn’t win awards if her choices in music weren't meticulously planned. “Well if anyone can pull off this halftime show and make it amazing, it’s you. But I hope you remember that we’re still in the tournament; can’t burn before our matches.” He reminded her as he chuckled nervously.

Summer pursed her lips and studied that chuckle. “Don’t worry, I won’t wear you down. Just get healthy and work on relaxing your jaw when you hold a note.” Summer patted his shoulder and went on her way. “Dad and I will be in the music room.”

“Hold on!” Nick shouted. “How did Veronica get a cheerleader uniform?”

Summer laughed. “Haha! I’m sure she’ll want to tell the story.” Now Nick was even more interested and sped off to the room. Summer stopped and turned around. “Wait, Veronica just got out of-” Summer didn’t speak fast enough.

Nick didn’t stop to think about knocking first. He simply walked in on Veronica wearing a shirt, only a shirt. If Nick thought the skirt was distracting then this was a full blown diversion. The purple shirt stopped right around her thighs and showed off her toned legs. Any movement could easily start showing a bit too much. The two teens said nothing; they just stared right at each other in shock. Nick slowly backed away while closing the door, then started walking away.

Summer shook her head at her idiot brother. “I know it’s our house but how’d you forget to knock?” She didn’t get an answer. He waved her off in embarrassment of his foolish screw up.

Veronica came running out of the room, black shorts appropriately around her person. “Wait!” she got down all fours and pounced once across the hallway, diving right through Nick and blocking his path. His blush was as red as her own. “I walk around like that at home, but I’m not home, so… oops.”

Nick couldn’t believe it. Why was she apologizing!? “No no, that uhh, that one’s on me.” He stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Knocking was invented for a reason. Sorry.”

“It’s cool. Well I mean it’s not cool! But you know I uhh...it’s not like I’m…” Veronica had no idea what she was saying. “Mad, I’m not mad” her tail pointed back to her room. “Anyways, ready?”

“Y-Yeah hehe.” Step by step they eventually made their way through the hall again at a good pace. Summer could only write in her other journal, then one made for her feelings.

“Journal entry number 117: Some days it feels like I’m the least awkward person in the room. A very staggering feat to say the least.”

Part 18

#rwby #rwby au #rwby twin snowflakes #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #summer schnee #veronica belladonna #nicholas schnee

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icedweiss · 5 years ago

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ummm just saw a tweet saying whiterose has interacted a lot this volume bc weiss rested her head on ruby’s shoulder and ruby gave weiss a smile.... HOW IS THAT A LOT??? I’m not just saying this bc i’m a whiterose shipper but I’m just a little peeved bc we want them to actually talk to each other and not just in passing 😐 at the bare minimum it’d be nice if they checked up on each other bc of everything that has gone down :///

#I don’t like getting involved in shit like this but it rubbed me the wrong way #if it was bumbleby y’all would be upset too #and no i don’t want them to talk just bc i ship them 😐#i want them to talk bc they’re partners #most importantly they’re FRIENDS #rwby #rwby volume 7 #rwby v7 #rwby spoilers #whiterose #white rose #ruby rose #weiss schnee

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idontfudgingknow · 5 years ago

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OKAY SO THE NEW TRAILER DROPPED AND I SAW JNR’S NEW LOOKS AND NO ONE ASKED FOR MY OPINION AND THOUGHTS BUT HERE GOES ANYWAY:

1. I absolutely ADORE all the new looks for RWBY although I am a little peeved that the black on Blake is her Volume 4-6 purple instead of actually black like???? What’s up with that????? What happened to all that deep black from Ein Lee’s drawing???? WHAT HAPPENED TO BLAKE ACTUALLY HAVING BLACK IN HER OUTFITS?!?!????!?

2. MANTLE LOOKS SO FRIGGIN WELL ANIMATED LIKE HOLY SHIT THIS SHIT LOOKS LIKE IT CAME STRAIGHT OUTTA DETECTIVE PIKACHU IN COLOUR AND STYLE I LOVE IT

3. JNR IS GETTING NEW LOOKS: BRAID REN AND FRIGGIN NORA OVER HERE LOOKING LIKE SHE CAME STRAIGHT OUT OF SOME VIKING LORE SHE LOOKS GREAT

4. Unpopular opinion but: I was also horrified by Jaune’s new haircut but now I’m kinda digging it????? Maybe it’s like having a new Doctor for whoovians except it’s hair but rn it looks like I’m like the only person in the FNDM that doesn’t wanna set him on fire for his choices. Or maybe my Gay thoughts are just overpowering. I dunno.

5. FIGHT SCENES! CHOREOGRAPHY! AWESOMENESS!

6. BITCH YOU BETTER BE EXCITED THAT GAMBOL SHROUD WAS FIXED WITH KINTSUGI FUCKING HELL YEAH BINCH

7. HOW WILL ALL THE PLOT LINES FROM VOL 6 TIE UP IN 7?!??????? CINDER AND NEO???? TYRIAN AND WATTS???????!!? THE LAST QUESTION FOR JINN??!????!?! OZCAR?!??!???!!!

8. WHOMST THE FUCK TOOK THE RELIC?!?????

9. Ya’ll I can’t friggin wait to see how they animate Weiss doing all her flips and acrobatic tricks in her new fancy ball gown cause it’s gonna look WACK and I’ll love it. Also; her ballgown.

8. Yang’s right arm looks straight up looks like a fucking dope ass Tank-Shotgun or smth I dunno it just looks like it hurts and goes BOOM and I am excited.

9. Jason Liebricht!!!!! HOLY CRAP YOU GUYS HE SOUNDS GOOD. I am honestly shocked at how he made me legitimately forget that that wasn’t Vic voicing Qrow.

10. Ironwood! You’re looking... stressed!

11. Looks like the team heads into an abandoned base or mineshaft at one point?????

12. Also where the fuck is Maria lol.

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nyarisu · 5 years ago

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‘96 Bizzare Festival liveblogging?

Ok let’s do this (is it even called liveblogging if I just post it all at once I want one single clean post I like writing things in a doc beforehand and preferabbly without too many spelling mistakes my hands stopped cooperating a year or so ago). I tryed liveblogging only once before (Paris) but somewhere in the middle I started paying more attention to the live and less to the writing? XD

Rammstein

Paul with sunglases looks badass

I kind of forgot how cool this song is?

Asdfghjkl Till’s duck face after the first „Rammstein” was like „we’re cool and we know it” (I find myself doing some of his faces while listening to certain songs, this is one of them)

Everyone wears glasses but Schneider, you’re breaking the combo (Flake has glasses cause he blind so it counts)

Still... what is with RZK and that wierd skirt?

Lol Paul trying to be serious

Like really what can be more cool than a man on fire? They really nailed it with that effect (though I preffer the other coat)

Yes, of course, Richard’s leg

Schneider’s pants were Reise Reise inspired. Trully a man ahead of his time

Ugh Schneider’s posture is so bad I don’t even care if that’s correct for drumming or not someone not staying with their back straight is one pet peeve of mine

Der Meister~

„and the crowd goes cRAZY!!”

(do people really want to hear me fangirl over Till now that he’s removed his glasses? ’96 is not ’98 but he’s still damn hot)

Nice gestures tho

Yes this is a really nice and energetic song

And of course Till has to ruin something poor micstand and Paul running out of the way XD

DON’T HIT YOUR HEAD YOU DUMB BABY

Oh~ now I noticed his... tank top? Whatever he’s wearing has the sides held by strings or something hmmmm some scissors could come in handy rn ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Lauft lauft LAUFT L A U F T

„euch zerbrechen~”

I like when Schneider does this thing when he’s using only his legs but he’s hitting the air with his arms on rhythm

What is under that thing Reesh? XD

He ran away

Weisses Fleish

Everytime I hear the intro I can’t but think of that gif/tags

Really weird angle for Schneider?

Even low res you can see the Kruspe Tiddies XD

THE BOOTS! I love the sparkling boots so much too bad they didn’t film his entry he probably jumped from a speaker or rolled or something

I love how Till’s so expresive with his hands you can see he’s feeling the song

Naww Paul and Reesh going in a circle<3 two circles

And then of course, Flake’s spazzing dance (wierd cyptid vibes)

The till hammer doesn’t have nowdays the same energy it used to have (understandably so)

Oli looks so cool. Also baby

Ache zu Ache

I love the till hammer during „Auf dem Kreuze lieg' ich jetzt” why didn’t the film that (ok but Flake was dramtic enough during that to excuse it XD)

And everyone’s favourite part<3 „Ich komm wieder” and mine especially „In zehn Tagen” which usually has Till counting on his fingers to ten and that’s cute

Where did he disappear? Oh there he is

The whole little play/act before the last chorus was cute

„Ich komm wieeeeedeeeeeer”

Seeman

*doll on stage* that’s Seeman right? („it’s a titties out kind of song” XD)

Oli’s intro is always so nice<3

Poor doll

I’m curious what was the general reaction when they heard Till’s melodic voice on Seeman (tho I guess they’d already knew so the shock wasn’t probably that big)

Yes Till I know you have nice muscles you don’t need to rub that in my face

*tries not to comment on the Kruspe Tiddies again*

Is it just me or Till’s general size is a little smaller that let’s say even LAB?

(god I hate the crotch thing on those pants)

The way he mimics with „kalt” breaks my heart a little bit

DRSG

The intro<3

Flake is spazzing again XD and Paul and Oli cool as always~ The whole live seemed a lot more serious than what we’re used to

This song has such a uinque energy about it

What are Paul and Richard giggling about? Anyway, cute

Flake and Schneider have totall opposite energies

Of course something HAD to blew up

It’s funny when he goes into till hammer only to stop after 2.5 seconds XD

Is so wierd to hear this song live without that pause in the middle I just expect some sort of dramatic break XD

„hinterheeeeeeerrrrrrrRRRR”

Laichzeit

AND NOW MY BABY

The intro! The keyboards! The fucking lyrics!

A real handbanger and one of the few songs that make me stand and actually want to dance

It’s cute how he gestures on „au dem boden” like he’s actually trying to convince you they fell on the ground

Till your slut is showing again XD

„AUGEN”

And that shot of people dancing! I’m not saying that’s one of the reasons this live recording (of the song) is one of my favourites but it probably is (this, and the clearly 90’s... well, everything XD)

DON’T rip your hair out. Bitch.

„laichzeeeeeit. es ist laich.zeit”

Wow Paul and Schneider have such energy you’re filled with it just by watching them but I’m still going to sleep after this

Honestly the best way to listen to this song is either with your eyes closed or dancing like mad (preferably while high? Will have to test that sometime)

Also the lyrics! They are the best thing to exist I want to know exactly what the fuck went through Till’s head when he wrote this (do I really want tho?) and what the general R+ reaction was

I love the keyboards on this song so much

„uberall fischmilch” lol ok :))

Those fire alarms are fantastic because they are so loud here but I think you can barely hear them on the album version?

The last verse sounds so good it’s so melodic compared to the rest of the song and also in general. Till’s voice conveys the sadness so well here

And that little dance<3

I like when someone goes to play their instrument beside the drummer like „I’m here bby you’re not alone”

I went to watch Laichzeit again because *chef fingers kiss*

(@theelliottsmiths did I do it right? XD)

#rammbois #liveblogging #ok but now I want to relisten to Laichzeit properly this time where the fucK ARE MY HEADPHONES??#nvm I found them #can you tell I really love using brackets?#Rena's R+ ramblings

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brokenmimir · 5 years ago

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A Serious Interruption

White Rose Week 2019, Day 5: Loss

Weiss is peeved about Ruby standing her up, until finally her girlfriend calls.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19214080

Weiss sat impatiently at the table. She was wearing her best dress, a beautiful gray and blue number that had cost as much as a new car, and that was before the jewelry. She knew that Ruby wouldn't really notice how fancy her outfit was, and she'd probably spit out her drink, ruining it, if Weiss told her what it was worth. Still, she knew she looked good, and it was important to her to look her best for her girlfriend.

Of course, that was over an hour ago. She'd arrived a little early, as she always did, and Ruby would run in a little late, stumbling over excuses, like always. She'd then lecture her dolt, Ruby would look like a kicked puppy, and it would be so cute that she'd forgive her instantly. It was the way things always worked. But today she wasn't just a few minutes late.

Had she been stood up? She knew that everyone who looked at her would assume she was. She was starting to think that she was, even. They'd met on the first day of college three years before, and had started dating almost a year ago, but suddenly all the doubts that she usually kept quiet began to bubble up at the back of her mind.

Did Ruby really care about her? Did she just pretend to put up with Weiss' sometimes… difficult personality, all so that she could laugh at her after eleven months and three days of dating? Even Weiss knew that was ridiculously paranoid, but as the minutes dragged on without a word she began to fret more and more.

Then her phone rang, and after a quick glance at the caller she answered. “Where have you been?”

There was a long silence, and just before she repeated her demand Ruby finally spoke, her voice thick and shaking. “W-Weiss?”

“What is it?” Weiss asked, a different kind of worry overtaking her, her insecurities forgotten at the distressed tone. Ruby never sounded like that, should never sound like that. “What's wrong?”

“It's dad… I'm at the hospital…” Ruby trailed off. “I- I'm not gonna make it tonight. Dad's… he had a heart attack. I'm gonna be here tonight. I'm sorry, I-”

“Don't!” Weiss interrupted, flagging down a waiter. “Don't even think about apologizing! Where are you?”

“The hospital,” Ruby repeated.

Weiss rolled her eyes. “Which one. There are about a dozen in Vale.”

“I- uh, I dunno,” Ruby said. “I rode in the ambulance. I can ask someone…”

“Please do,” Weiss said, flagging down a waiter again, this time adding a glare at his slow pace.

“I'm at Beacon University Hospital,” Ruby finally answered.

Weiss hummed. “Alright, I'll be right there.”

“You don't have to-”

“Of course I do, you dolt!” Weiss snapped. “I'll be there in a few minutes.”

Weiss hadn't met Taiyang Xiao Long, Ruby's father. Even with how long they'd been roommates, then friends, then girlfriends, she'd never actually met any of her family besides her brute of an older sister. Weiss had… problems with her own family, and she'd used every excuse she could think of not to meet Ruby's. Apparently that was about to change, however.

Beacon University Hospital was the biggest in the city, and one of the finest in the world. Like a campus adjacent to the college campus, it was a steel and glass building standing fourteen stories tall, with a half dozen other buildings connected to it by elevated walkways. One of them was an enormous concrete parking garage, which was fortunately fairly empty so late in the evening.

It took almost as long to find her way through the maze of causeways and elevators as it had to drive across the city, but after much longer than she would've liked she finally found her way into the emergency room. It was busy, the wounded and suddenly acutely ill of the city being ferried into the area at all hours. Her eyes quickly found who she was looking for, however, as she saw Ruby slumped on a couch in the corner.

She looked… rough. She was dressed nicely, in a black skirt and red blouse, obviously having gotten ready for their date, and she'd even tamed her black with red highlights hair for the evening. However, her posture was slumped, her face a mask of worry, her silver eyes reddened from crying. She looked lost and afraid, something that Weiss had never seen from her before, and which she never wanted to see from her again. Ruby should never look like that. Ever.

Walking over, she sat next to her on the couch, and Ruby was so lost in her own world that she didn't even notice. She started to lift a hand, but she felt so far away that it didn't seem like she could touch her without permission. “Ruby?”

Ruby blinked a few times, and then looked over. “Weiss?”

Finally she put a hand on her shoulder, and then moved over so that she could slide it around to her other shoulder, wrapping an arm around her girlfriend. “I'm- I'm here.”

“You came,” Ruby said.

“Of course I did, you dolt,” Weiss said gently.

“You- you didn't want to meet dad,” Ruby said.

“That's not true,” Weiss said guilt churning in her belly.

Ruby gave her a dubious look. “You didn't have to come.”

“Of course I did,” Weiss snapped, before kissing her cheek in apology. “There's nowhere I'd rather be than with you. Even if that means sitting in the ER instead of our date.”

“I'm sorry,” Ruby said.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Weiss insisted.

“But I ruined our date,” Ruby said. “And I know you don't want to meet dad.”

“It's not your fault at all, but I'm going to get mad if you keep acting like this is,” Weiss huffed. “And… I was afraid to meet your father.”

“Why?”

“My father is… my relationship with my family is not good,” Weiss said, deciding to leave it there, and from Ruby's snort she knew that her girlfriend recognized the understatement. “I was afraid of what your family would think of me. I know I can be… difficult, and if he didn't like me… you two are so close…”

“Dad will love you,” Ruby insisted.

“But what if he doesn't?” Weiss asked, her voice small.

Ruby gave her a reassuring smile. “There's no way that's possible. Wanna know how I know?”

“How?”

“Because you're way too lovable,” Ruby said, giving her a soft kiss. After a moment her face fell as she looked at the doors into the rest of the emergency room.

“Have the doctors said anything?” Weiss asked. “What happened?”

Ruby shook her head. “I'd just gotten ready for our date, and I went to say bye. He was… he'd had a heart attack. I called 911 and they sent an ambulance and I went with them but when I got here they took him in and told me to wait here, and I sat down but then I remembered our date so I called you but then I've been sitting here and nothing's happening and I don't know what's wrong and-”

“Shh,” Weiss said, placing a hand over her mouth to stop her babbling. “This is the best hospital in Vale, so I'm sure they're doing everything they can to help him.”

“But what if… what if it's not enough,” Ruby mumbled when Weiss pulled her hand away. “First mom, and if dad…”

“Don't think about that yet,” Weiss said. “I'm the one who's always worried about the worst. You're supposed to be the optimistic one. Just focus on him getting better, and I'll worry about taking care of you if the worst happens, okay?”

“You don't have to take care of me,” Ruby muttered.

“No I don't,” Weiss agreed simply. “But I will, anyway.”

Ruby teared up, and then collapsed into her arms, sobbing quietly. Weiss hugged her as hard as she could, and she felt her own eyes fill with tears. She didn't know Taiyang, but he was important to Ruby, and that made him important to her. More than that, she suddenly wished that she had met him. If he died she would've let her own insecurities keep her from meeting the father of the woman she loved. She would never forgive herself for that weakness if the worst happened.

After a long time Ruby stopped crying, simply resting in her arms, until finally Weiss decided to speak, whispering gently in her ear. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Ruby rasped back.

Weiss gently rubbed her back, sitting in silence for a while, until she felt a rumble from Ruby's stomach. Glancing at the clock she frowned. “You need to eat.”

Ruby shook her head. “I can't leave. What if something happens?”

Weiss scoffed. “First of all, you're obviously hungry, and starving yourself won't help your father. I'm going to take care of you, remember? So that means you need to eat.”

“I thought that was only if the worst happens.”

Weiss pulled back, raising an eyebrow. “You mean this isn't the worst thing that's happened during our relationship so far?”

“I- that's… that's not what that means,” Ruby said.

“Well, if you didn't want it to mean that you should've spoken up earlier,” Weiss said breezily. “Now, I'm going to get you some food from the cafeteria, and when I get back you're going to eat a meal. You don't want your dad to have to worry about you starving yourself when you get to see him, do you?”

“That's not fair,” Ruby grumbled.

“Then you shouldn't have dated someone in business and prelaw,” Weiss said. “I don't do fair.”

For the next two hours Weiss took care of Ruby with the same ruthless precision she normally used to tackle homework. Nothing was left to chance, and no needs were unmet. Ruby was forcefully fed, watered, hugged, and pampered as much as anyone could be while sitting in the emergency room waiting area. Weiss even took over phone duties, repeatedly calling Ruby's sister Yang, her girlfriend Blake, and her uncle Qrow, until finally she managed to get through to them. All three were unfortunately out of Vale, so they wouldn't make it back until tomorrow at the earliest.

Just when she was starting to work herself up to bullying Ruby into taking a nap the woman at the desk called her name. “Ruby Rose?”

Ruby jumped up, and Weiss grabbed her hand, keeping her from sprinting through the ER. “This is Ruby Rose,” Weiss said when her girlfriend hesitated to actually speak. “How is Mr. Xiao Long?”

“He's able to see visitors now,” the woman said. “He can have two guests at once. Room 23.”

“Thank you,” Weiss said while Ruby simply nodded. The woman opened the electronic doors, and Weiss led the way down the hall looking for Room 23. “He can have visitors. That's a good sign.”

Ruby nodded, although she didn't look convinced. Finally they reached Room 23, and once again Ruby hesitated. Weiss kissed her cheek, and that seemed to give her enough courage to open the door with a shaking hand.

Taiyang looked younger than Weiss had imagined, with a thick head of bright blond hair and tan skin. He obviously look good care of himself, his well defined muscles visible under the hospital gown. Despite the many wires and tubes connected to his body his blue eyes were wide open, and a cheerful grin was on his face.“

Rubadoob!” he called upon seeing her. “There you are!”

“Dad!” Ruby shouted, running in, before hesitating when she came close. He just smiled and nodded, and she leaned down and hugged him.

After a few moments he looked over at Weiss, studying her carefully. “And who's this beautiful young lady?”

Ruby pulled back, smiling as she waved Weiss closer. “This is Weiss.”

“Ah, the mysterious Weiss,” Taiyang said. “It's nice to meet you. I heard you've been taking good care of my little girl.”

Weiss curtsied nervously, a quavering smile on her face. “It's an honor to meet you, sir.”

He made a face. “Save the 'sirs' for fancy people. Just call me Tai.”

“Of- of course,” Weiss said, even though she doubted she'd be able to say it.

“Dad… are you okay?” Ruby finally asked.

He chuckled slightly. “Well… apparently I shouldn't be eating quite so much cured meats from now on. But the doctors said it was just an itty bitty heart attack.”

Ruby's lip quivered. “Really?”

“Really, Ruby,” he said. “I'm gonna need to take some medicines, and take better care with my menus. But I'll be around to give you away to this young lady someday, alright?”

Ruby blushed, but her lip quivered, and she hugged him again, crying in relief. Weiss had more doubts about how 'itty bitty' a heart attack could be, but a shared glance between Tai and her told them both that they'd be keeping just how serious it all was from Ruby.

Weiss had never met Tai before that night, but she was suddenly felt a bond with him. Walking over she put a hand on Ruby's shoulder and offered him her most confident smile. “I'll take good care of her.”

“Good,” he said. “I'm going be around for quite a while longer, but knowing my little girl is in good hands makes me happy.”

“I'm right here,” Ruby mumbled petulantly.

“Yes, dear,” Weiss said, kissing the top of her head.

Ruby just grumbled while Tai grinned at the interaction. Weiss smiled back shyly, suddenly sorry that she'd taken so long to meet him. Hopefully he would make a full recovery and be around for many, many years to come, since she wanted to get to know him. Someday she might be able to call him 'dad', and finally have someone in her life worthy of the title.

“So I noticed you pulled out all the stops getting ready for your date tonight,” Tai said. “If I was twenty years younger and you weren't dating my daughter I'd be asking you out on a date right now.”

“Dad!” Ruby objected.

“Wait, it's getting pretty late, have you eaten anything Ruby?”

“Weiss made me eat in the waiting room,” Ruby muttered.

Tai grinned. “Already taking good care of her. Rich, beautiful, and attentive. Ruby, if you don't marry her I'm gonna have to disown you.”

“Dad!”

Weiss giggled, unable to repress a smile as Tai continued to tease his daughter. After so many hours of worry it felt good to laugh. Weiss didn't need to go to an expensive restaurant to spend an evening with Ruby. Even if it meant hospital beds and tears there was nowhere in the world she'd rather be than at her girlfriend's side.

#white rose week #white rose #rwby #ruby rose #weiss schnee #fanfic

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thecousinsdangereux · 6 years ago

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Team RWBY playing any of the following: monopoly, uno, Mario kart, or super smash brothers. They could also have pizza and drinks. (for @justkiddin304)

“Time for the real party to start!”

Yang’s said these words many times before, but usually not while carrying a small whiteboard, or with a dry erase marker clenched between her teeth. It’d be confusing if all of them didn’t know exactly what was coming.

“Did you take that off my wall?” Weiss leans across Blake to inspect the object in question, eyes narrowing, as soon as Yang flops down on the couch. “You’re buying me new 3M strips if you took that off my wall.”

“She’ll buy you new 3M strips,” Blake promises, when Yang only winks and props the board on her thigh, starting to add to the scribbling already on the surface. “But only if you fully participate,” she adds, tone teasing.

“I have a beer don’t I?”

Blake knocks the aforementioned drink, dangling in Weiss’s hand in the same way she might hold some kind of vermin, with her own. “Worse. You’ve got a can of PBR.”

“Ugh. Yang — ”

“Nope!” Yang cuts her off quickly, popping the latter syllable for emphasis. “You know the rules.”

“Then why are you writing them down?”

“Because that’s part of the rules. Duh.”

Weiss huffs, flattening her back against the couch, but perks up again when Ruby comes in; that’s part of the rules too, but also sort of inevitable, especially when Ruby’s wearing a wide grin and carrying an N64 above her head in triumph.

“I found it!”

Yang lets out a piercing whistle of applause — the one that makes Weiss jump every time — and Ruby laughs, dipping at her waist in a little bow, before heading over to the TV to get everything set up.

“Okay, okay. I think I’ve got everything.” Yang turns, left hand sliding along the back of the couch, as she holds up the whiteboard for everyone to see. “It’s been two years since our last twenty-first birthday, but the rules haven’t changed. Anyone who breaks the rules takes an automatic shot and has to pick up a chore, determined by the birthday girl. Blake, if you would?”

Blake clears her throat, and begins to read. “‘Rule number one: Ruby is in charge. Whatever she says goes. Because it’s her birthday.’”

Another whistle, though this time, Weiss and Blake join in with their own applause, and Ruby steps out from behind the TV to reveal a pink tinge to her cheeks.

“‘Rule number two: everyone starts with an unopened can of beer. The beer must be shitty, even if we’re not all broke college kids any more.’” Her lips twitch as she continues reading. “‘This includes Weiss. No fancy shit!’”

“Was writing that really necessary?” Weiss sighs.

“‘Rule number three: when the race starts — at the countdown — you can open your beer and start drinking. Rule number four: you can drink at any other time during the race, but only if your controller is totally out of your hands. Drunk driving is illegal and a super dick move. Rule number five: coasting is allowed and totally encouraged...’” Blake squints at the board. “Babe, I can’t read whatever the hell you tried to squeeze in at the end there.”

“I was running out of space!” Yang explains, looking down and frowning. “‘Coasting is allowed and totally encouraged — the reason Weiss always loses is because she’s never learned how to do it properly.’ I feel like that was pretty clear.”

Ruby snickers, shaking one of the controllers she’s attempting to untangle. “That’s so true.”

“Hey!”

“‘Rule number five,’” Blake continues. “‘If your beer isn’t finished, you can’t cross the finish line. No exceptions! No matter how—’” She rolls her eyes, but presses on. “‘No matter how cute you are when you pout about losing on a technicality.’”

With a little smirk, Yang’s fingers tangle in her hair and give one strand a sharp little tug.

“There was barely any beer left!”

Yang tsks. “You could hear it when you shook the can! And it was Weiss’s birthday. She made the final ruling.”

“It was simply awful that you were disqualified and had to take a shot instead of me, Blake,” Weiss murmurs, not even bother to hide her smile, and Ruby laughs again as she starts to hand out the controllers.

“Which brings us to rule number six!” Yang says with a wink. “‘If you come in last you take a shot. First place gets to choose what kind of shot it is.’”

“First place should also remember how close she was to sleeping on the couch when she made me take a shot of vodka, which she knows I hate.” Blake doesn’t manage to sound particularly peeved though, and even leans a little further into Yang’s gentle scratching of her scalp.

“Yeah, yeah. Any house rules, Ruby?” Yang asks brightly, tossing the whiteboard onto floor.

Ruby flops onto the couch alongside Weiss. “No teaming up! It’s every woman for herself in the cold, cold world of Mario Kart 64. Also no groaning when I pick the best courses. Oh! And I get Toad every time!”

“I don’t know if you need to make that a rule,” Blake laughs. “We all always pick the same characters. You take Toad, I take Peach, Weiss picks Mario, and Yang takes Wario.”

“I’ll have you know that I’ve been doing some research,” Weiss cuts in. “And I will no longer be choosing Mario. It was a mistake to count on a figurehead to get the job done.”

“Some research,” Yang repeats, laughing loudly. “Oh my god.”

“I didn’t realize there were different classes! It’s no wonder I’ve lost so much in the past. But no more!” She throws her hand down in a chopping motion, spine straight.

“Blake, I’m shaking. Look at her; she’s serious. She’s probably been practicing when no one’s around. You have to protect me.”

“No teams!” Ruby shouts.

“Plus, I really want to take you down a peg,” Blake adds, throwing Yang a wink of her own. “Or watch Weiss do it.”

“Oh, baby, that’s kinky,” Yang purrs. “I didn’t know you were into that.”

Ruby blanches, tapping through the starting prompts of the game as quickly as possible, as though it’ll help distract her. “And also none of that!”

“Please,” Weiss agrees, pursing her lips slightly as she selects Yoshi as her character (the only variation from their past choices).

Yang puts her hands up and leans back. “Fine, fine. Rule number one. I remember. Sorry, Weiss. Guess you’re gonna be missing out on all of this.” She gestures to herself and dodges Blake’s swat in the same movement.

“I’m devastated.”

“Yeah, I can tell. You’re, like — ” Yang cuts herself off with a groan as Ruby chooses their map, a musical chime filling the room. “Aw, Ruby! You know I suck at the fucking jungle one!”

“That’s why I’m picking it,” Ruby returns, rapid-fire, and sticks out her tongue.

“Oh, okay, you’re going down, birthday girl.”

—

Whether because she really has been practicing or Mario had just been a poor fit before, Weiss’s improvement is evident from the very first race. With the change, things are bit more interesting than they’ve been in the past. Ruby, the best at sober Mario Kart, always takes a hit by being the slowest drinker. Yang, able to drown a beer fastest, get less and less likely to take her finger off the accelerate button the more alcohol she’s consumed, and starts to fall off the track on a regular basis. And Blake has something off the opposite problem, always taking just a bit too much time on her turns.

After a few rounds, they’re pretty evenly matched; Weiss hasn’t lost (nor has she won), and the other three have taken one loss and one win each. It’s also getting to that point in the night where Yang’s ability to handle her drink a bit better than the rest of them starts to play to her favor.

“Looking a little flushed, Blakey,” Yang teases, brushing her fingers against her girlfriend’s cheek as soon as Blake’s finished her shot of tequila.

“I hate those stupid penguins.”

Ruby laughs, leaning into Weiss with the force of her mirth. “You hit so many,” she gasps. “You must’ve hit more than five. Maybe ten!”

Weiss is less amused. “Damn it, Yang! You shouldn’t have been able to skip over that last corner! I was so close!”

“Golden mushroom, loser! Y’all are in trouble now. I’m on fire!”

“Ruby, please pick a course that’ll shut her up,” Blake groans. “She’s past the point where I can handle her.”

“You can handle me anytime and anywhere, baby,” Yang coos, leaning in close enough to nuzzle up against Blake’s cheek; Blake tries and fails to look annoyed.

Ruby ignores them, tongue peeking out as she considers her option. Then, nodding to herself, she flicks the thumbstick several times to the right.

“Nuclear option, then!”

Three separate groans follow her decision, but she just grins.

“Rainbow road!” she yells. “If I can’t win, then I’m taking you all down with me!”

There’s not much time for more yelling, as the traffic light floats up on their screens soon after, and even if each has their own preferred technique when it comes to the game, drinking as much as possible during the countdown is pretty much the only guaranteed method of success at the start. After that, it’s less of a science and more of a shit show. And it’s not at all helped by the fact that at this point, no one is willing to play far.

Weiss starts it, because she’s desperate; Ruby gains the lead on the second turn (with a triumphant little shout), and without pause Weiss grabs the hood of Ruby’s sweatshirt and yanks it down over her eyes.

“Weiss!” Ruby yowls, wrestling with the fabric for a long moment… and promptly crashing directly into a Chomp. “Cheating!”

“There’s nothing in the rules that prohibits cheating!”

Ruby sputters, but can't immediately disprove it. Blake, focused on keeping Yang from running her off the track, isn’t of any help, which proves to be a mistake.

“Oh, shit. She’s right!”

A few well placed fingers in Blake’s side and she’s jerking away, concentration shifting to Yang’s hand rather than her controller, and Yang’s Wario finally rams into her Peach, sending her flying off the track.

“Good call, Weiss!” Yang cheers, quickly gaining second place, even as Blake shoves her out of the way, drinking as much as possible while her kart is lifted back onto the track. “That took out all my only competition. You know, seeing as it’s just you left.”

“Bitch!”

Yang laughs. “I’m not the one who attacked the birthday girl.” She uses her elbow to push away Blake who, back on the track, tries to reach around and knock Yang’s controller out of her hand. “Babe! Stop! I’m trying to avenge my sister!”

“I’ll avenge myself!” Ruby shouts, taking a curve at full speed.

“You’re so far behind now, though. Better let me take this one.” Wario tears through an item box, coming up with a red shell; Yang whoops. “Bye, Weiss!”

“Yang, don’t you d— ”

She fires the shell, hitting Yoshi and, worse, knocking completely him off the track.

Weiss growls and tosses her controller down, grabbing her drink instead.

“God, I’m just incredible at this game.” Yang squints at the screen, expression overly exaggerated. “Where even are y’all? I can barely see your icons on the minimap.”

“The ‘no teams’ rule is over,” Ruby suddenly declares, brow pinched. “Everyone team up against Yang.”

Yang gasps, risking a glance away from the TV to send her sister a wounded look that has absolutely no impact. “What the fuck, Ruby? What happened to sisterly love?”

There’s no response, which is probably as concerning as anything; Yang tucks her controller tight against herself and leans away from Blake, wary of any sort of attack. She actually manages to hold out well into the next lap, but eventually Weiss gets a blue shell — announced by a truly terrifying, cackling laugh — and when it hits, Ruby takes the lead, though not as large of one as Yang had enjoyed; Weiss and Blake are right behind her and Yang catches up fairly quickly, throwing Wario into turns that would have spun the rest of the smaller characters.

“Last lap,” Weiss announces. “All I need is the right item and victory will be mine.”

“I think you’re forgetting that like, half a can of beer you still have, Princess. Gonna have to slow down and drink eventually. You too, Rubes.”

“Shit,” Weiss murmurs to herself, and, after exchanging a quick look with Ruby, both girls try to coast down the next hill as they attempt to finish their drinks.

It puts Blake in the lead… until she hits a fake item box that she’s positive Yang placed, given the woman’s loud laugh, and Yang takes first once again.

“Woo! Boy! Three-on-one and look who’s in the lead! Shit, this is embarrassing for y — ”

Without any warning, Blake reaches over, grips the collar of Yang’s shirt, and pulls her in; Yang makes a soft noise (of surprise or complaint, or maybe both), but it dies off as soon as Blake’s lips find hers. She manages to hold onto her controller for another moment, but when Blake turns a little further into her, knee sliding up over her thigh, she drops it, reaching for Blake’s waist instead.

Both of their characters roll to a complete stop.

“Blake, you’re so brave,” Ruby wails.

“You say that because _you’re _not sitting next to her.” Weiss scoots slightly to the left, away from the couple, but remains focused on the screen, knuckles white as she and Ruby head toward the final stretch of the course. “But I suppose it was a… very effective maneuver, as far as sacrifices go.”

Blake shifts all the way into Yang’s lap, knocking her controller to the ground, and Weiss, catching it out of the corner of her eye, makes a face. “A little too effective. God, how are they still this bad? It’s been years!”

“Focus, Weiss!” Ruby demands, scooting forward until she’s on the very edge of the couch. “I wanna beat you fair and square.”

The finish line is just ahead and both girls push on, Ruby barely in the lead. Still, she’s clearly confident in her victory, grin already stretching across her face as she bumps Weiss’s shoulder with her own.

Until Weiss laughs.

“Oh, Ruby,” she coos. “You really should pay attention to other people’s items.”

“What? Wait!”

The lightning bolt is timed perfectly; it hits Toad (and the still-stopped Wario and Peach) not five seconds before the finish line, and Weiss runs Yoshi over him, flattening the character to the ground, before making her big finish.

“Noo!”

Weiss’s celebration is nearly derailed completely when she stumbles over the wire connected to her own controller, but she tosses it aside quickly enough, hitting Blake in the back (jostling her from her activities), and launches into a victory dance that involves some very un-Weiss-like shoulder shimmying and some embarrassing arm flapping.

The agony of defeat doesn’t last long in the face of that, and Ruby stifles a laugh, gets out her phone, and starts filming.

“Oh,” Blake blinks, dazed, at the display. “Guess she — uh — won?”

“Beg to fucking differ.” Yang’s smile is slow and lazy, and so very pleased with herself. Her fingers skirt along the waist of Blake’s jeans and she’s literally never cared less about Mario Kart than she does in that moment. “By literally every account that matters, I totally won that round.”

#wow the formatting on this got messed up and I cannot fix it - sorry this is unreadable on mobile #this is... the dumbest thing I have ever written lol #which is a BOLD claim.#bumbleby #rwby #prompt madness!#writing #I am so sorry why is this over 2K of complete and utter nonsense #I do love drunk mk64 though #even if I always lost in college #lightest of lightweights rip me #poor justkiddin who asked for something perfectly respectful and I turned it into the dumbest shit lol #sorry if you wanted this to be gen dude #idk what happened but you got established bees

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