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*Weiss in a coma, with Ruby holding her hand*

Ozpin: Ruby, you can't be here.

Ruby: The other versions of me know about this place. They might kill her to get to me.

Ozpin: Remnant is burning, it needs you.

Ruby: You have every other huntsman and huntress fighting them.

Ozpin: Your sister and friends are still out there.

Ruby: I said, NO.

Ozpin: *sighs* You'll have to explain this to Weiss when she wakes up.

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Jaune: *walking out on stage with a bunch of sticks tied around him* Guess what I aaaam!

Oscar: Uh, a bundle of sticks?

Weiss: *eye twitch and starts pointing* Faaaaaaaaaaa-

Ruby: Oh shit, she's gonna break!!

RBY: *jumping on Weiss to dog pile her*

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an idea that came to me this afternoon lol

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Weiss: I will not be your pawn anymore!

Jacques: What makes you think I'll grant that request?

Ruby: *Stepping in front of Weiss while holding Crescent Rose* She wasn't asking.

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Don't Miss

Summary: Will Neo loose sight of her target?

Pairing: Ruby x Neo

Word Count: 586

Warning: assisination attempt

N/A: inspired by this fanart

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Neo grits her teeth as the exhaustion in her well-trained arm begins to flower through to the surface.

She had taken this simple assassination job because it seemed like easy money. The Belladonna’s were an affluent enough family that everyone who is anyone in the small town of Menagerie would be in attendance, including Neo’s target. What she hadn't accounted for, however, was the lack of god-damn space.

Lil Miss had been extremely clear on her instructions which included only one bullet was to be used, and that Neo could not move from her perch until the event was complete and everyone in attendance had gone.

Craning her neck, she once again looks through the small scope to see if she spies her target. She’s never seen Ruby Rose in person, although she’s met her mother, and from the teenage images of Ruby that Neo had been shown, she’d stick out. Since the death of her mother, both Ruby and her sister Yang had been seen very little in the public eye, thus current pictures of the girl were scarce. 

A pop of firecrackers shakes Neo back into the current, and she rolls her shoulders before returning her eye to the scope. She slides her gaze over a few familiar faces that she wouldn't mind taking out, but refrains as her instructions stated. With her tight pony tail and even tighter ass, Weiss Schnee looks just as much a politician as her father. Beside her, her ever loyal assistant Penny who was always photographed a few feet behind any of the Schnee’s, watches with wide eyes as Weiss converses with a laid back Jaune Arc. Neo isn’t overly versed in the blonde’s business but she does know he creates the most passive weapons, which given his low business rates, wasn't doing Arc Angels Incorporated any favors.

Seated at the head of one of the long-decorated tables, Blake looks internally unamused with her guests but to her credit, she seems to make an attempt at conversation. With a tucked shirt and loose golden hair, Yang smiles at the girl with loving enthusiasm, and Neo rolls her eyes. She moves the site around the room a bit more, sliding over faces that do not belong to the target. Neo lets out an annoyed sigh before she sees a dash of red, and yanks back the scope. 

Neo scowls as she realizes the red belongs to a male with his back to her, red trim on his green coat. His short cropped hair shifts over the fabric of his collar and he holds out an orange-clad hand. Neo watches as pale fingers tentically grip his hand, and she follows up the arm to shoulders and an exposed back. The dark red dress leaves the expanse of the girl's back exposed, her spiked short hair swaying as she walks and Neo notes the red rose tattooed on the girl's inner forearm.

Realization dawns on her, and Neo lines up the shot, one eye closed as she sets her sight, finger feather light on the trigger before she-

Ruby Rose turns around and all thought in Neo’s head is lost.

The girl is quite literally breathtaking. Her skin is pale aside from the rose-colored blush on her cheeks, brow bones arched like marble. A golden necklace adorns her delicate collarbones, and it wraps around her neck and down her back, a red gem dangling against her spine. 

Ruby Rose is magnificent and Neo must kill her before she loses her nerve.

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Red+White=🩷

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That's so sad :( honestly I don't blame them though, this FNDM can definitely be rough sometimes. Hope for nothing but good fortune for them! 🙌🏻

What a fantastic Tuesday. I'll just open Tumblr and...

Wait...

Why SchneeDotty!? 😭

Ah, we're gonna miss ya...

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Which is the correct way for them to sleep?

( Spoilers, it's 3, I don't make the rules. )

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Which is the correct way for them to sleep?

( Spoilers, it's 3, I don't make the rules. )

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Cinder: I found the relic after all.

Ruby: You couldn't find your own ass with two hands.

Weiss: And a map.

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Ruby: Did I ever tell you the last words my mother said to me?

Weiss: Mhm, "Careful Ruby, I don't think the safety is on".

Ruby: BEFORE THAT!

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so you're dating a memeber of the band

Summary: Weiss goes to see her girlfriend before they preform their set.

Pairing: Weiss x Ruby

Word Count: 1,513

Warning: smoking

N/A: inspired by a scene from 'Haunting Adeline' by H.D. Carlton

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Upon walking into the bar, Weiss has the quickest realization as to why she hates them.

They’re overstimulating as hell.

Between the chatter of patrons and the buzz of the music, it makes her nerves stand on high alert, causing her chest to constrict. She had momentarily considered telling Ruby that she couldn't make it to tonight's show but with a begrudging sigh she hadn't. Weiss rarely attends any of Ruby’s gigs due to her own busy schedule as a nursing major but given that the semester had nearly finished, she is low on homework as well as excuses.

Trying to compact herself she makes her way slowly through the crowd, trying to find Yang in the sea of people. She nibbles at the corner of her mouth as she ducks to avoid the arm of a beefy man with a cup of beer in his thick fingers. The amber liquid spills over the lip of the glass and splashes on her shoes, dampening the fabric. She glares at him, grinding her jaw but the man shrugs, swaying on his feet. 

With swift movement Weiss continues forward, relief washing over her when she spots a head full of thick, blonde curls.

“You made it!” Yang squeals, her smile strong but her arms stronger as she gives Weiss a hug. Weiss grins when they separate and slips onto the seat beside her.

“Yeah, figured I'd finally make an appearance,” She hums as she glances around the dimly lit bar. “It’s not every day your girlfriend invites you to see her perform.”

Yang gives her an incredulous look. “Rubes has been begging you to come for nearly the entire semester.”

“I know, I know,” Weiss says sheepishly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I should've come sooner.”

Reaching for her beer, Yang gives her a good-natured shrug. “Don't sweat it! You're here now. Ruby’s gonna be pumped.”

Before she can answer Weiss takes in the slender form of Blake gliding into the seat across from her, her dark hair braided over one shoulder. Yang grins and leans to the side, pressing her lips to Blakes cheek in a quick peck.

“Weiss!” Blake says happily, her cheeks flushed. “You’re finally here! Oh gosh Ruby’s gonna go wild.”

“So I've heard.” Weiss says, leaning into her palm and she can’t help but feel the slightest twinge of pride.

Ruby and Weiss had been, what Yang affectionately liked to call ‘dancing’, around one another for months. There had always been a chemistry, a pulling of strings, but it wasn’t until Yang had had enough of them undressing one another with their eyes that they finally put a label on it. She prides herself on being the reason they finally admitted their attraction, and then their affections, towards one another, and Weiss credited her for causing some of the happiest months of her life with her favorite person.

“Our sets about to start in the next twenty minutes or so,” Blake says, taking Yang's beer and slurping. She holds it out to Weiss, and the girl takes it with graduated, taking two large gulps. “Ruby’s probably out by the back if you want to say hello before we get started.”

Weiss doesn't miss the way Yang wiggles her eyebrows suggestively as she stands from the table, pressing down her rising skirt as she makes her way down the familiar hallway that leads to the back alley where the band members tended to smoke or pregame before performances. While Weiss wasn't a bar girl, she had gone out a handful of times, disliking it more with each attempt. But watching Ruby shred a guitar while wearing dark liner and a muscle tee was worth it to her.

Pushing on the metal handlebar Weiss enters the backend of the bar, glancing around for her favorite brunette. She does a double take at the girl leaning against the brick wall and swallows hard.

Ruby is dressed in her favorite ripped skinny jeans, the ones that are cuffed at the ankles, and a gray muscle tee, her black sports bra visible through the large, homemade cuts of her shirt. Her hairs cropped short but loose, the ends spiked and her eyes were smokey, silver iris’s piercing though the eyeshadow. Several chains hang on the loops of her jeans and Weiss can spot a cigarette carton peeking from her back pocket. The sight of her girlfriend in full rocker-mode makes Weiss’s stomach flip but then Ruby raises a cigarette to her mouth, takes a slow drag before letting out the smoke and Weiss is nearly panting.

Standing directly in front of her is Ruby’s drummer Oscar, a sweet boy from a small town that had just transferred to Beacon Community. With his fluffy curls and adolescent freckles, Oscar looks like the opposite of what he is, and that is a confident member of the band. A pair of drumsticks poke out from his back pocket as he laughs at something Ruby says, his eyes closed in humor. When he opens them, he notices Weiss standing stiffly by the back door and he grins.

“Weiss!” he cheers, and his words make Ruby stand straight, her head wiping towards the door, a grin already spreading over her face.

Weiss smiles and feels her cheeks heat as she moves towards them, lacing her hands together behind her back. She doesn't know why but with both of them staring at her she feels self conscious, like she’s cornered.

“Damn,” Ruby says in a low tone, her cigarette simingling forgotten in between her fingers. Her eyes rake up and down Weiss’ form, and she shakes her head as if to clear it. “Damn.”

Oscar laughs, the freckles on his face moving with his snickering. “Well I'm going to make myself scarce and give you two some… time, before the show.” He snickers, stubbing out his cigarette. “Ruby, ten minutes til curtains. Don't be late.”

Ruby flicks her hand dismissively and Oscar rolls his eyes. “I mean it.”

“Yeah yeah,” she says lightly, giving him a lopsided smile and he gives a little sigh of defeat. Shoving one of his hands in his jean pocket he pulls the backdoor open and disappears inside. 

Feeling suddenly exposed now that they're alone, Weiss licks her lips before rocking in her heels. “You nervous for tonight?”

“Nah,” Ruby replies with confidence. She presses her back to the wall, one leg propped up by her boot-cladded foot pressing into the brick and she cocks her head to the side as the pitch of her voice dips. “Come’re, princess.”

Weiss’s blood warms and moving two steps forward she's standing with her feet between Ruby's legs, arms laced around the guitarist's neck as she leans close. Ruby grins and it’s coquettish, lively, tendrils of gray smoke escaping the corners of her mouth. Weiss wrinkles her nose, moves her waist back but Ruby loops an arm around her and drags her closer

“You know I hate kissing when you smoke.” Weiss complains, and Ruby nods once, her hand that's not holding the cigarette drops to Weiss’ backside and gives her ass a light squeeze.

“Yeah but I know you think it looks hot, even if it doesn't taste great.” Ruby counters and Weiss scoffs, rolling her eyes and ignoring the twisting in her gut. With a light sigh she leans forward and slots her mouth over Ruby’s. She can feel Ruby's hand palm over the material of her skirt before sliding beneath it, her fingers so hot Weiss can feel the heat through the thin cotton of her panties.

Closing her eyes, Weiss relishes in the warmth of her breath and slips her tongue inside Ruby's mouth, swirling around hers as the kisses grow frantic. She tugs on the fabric of Ruby’s muscle tee, pulling her closer and feels Ruby's hand tighten on her ass. The red head drops the cigarette from between her fingers and grips Weiss by the back of her neck, controlling the kiss. It makes Weiss weak in the knees, her head fuzzy from the smoke and beer and Ruby's skin against her own.

“Mmm,” Ruby hums, leans her forehead against Weiss’ and takes a sharp breath. Weiss smiles, breathing out through her nose and looks down. The discarded cigarette glows dimly against the dark cement of the alley and she glances up.

“Your cigarette is still lit,” she whispers, trying to catch her breath. For a brief moment Ruby looks confused but when she spots the limp tube her face clears to one of recognition. She lifts her foot and stomps it out before looking up at Weiss through hooded eyes.

“Better?” Ruby asks, and her tone is like liquid heat. Weiss swallows, her chest warm as she feels Ruby's hand massaging the skin of her neck, thumb pressing lightly to her pulse point.

“You shouldn't litter.” she says hoarsely, earning a grin in return. Dropping her hands, Ruby bends and picks the cigarette up before depositing it in her empty back pocket.

“Sorry, baby,” she rasps. “Won’t happen again.”

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✨️NEW FIC ALERT✨️

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Weiss, digging in their shared garden and finding a ring: Petal why is there-?

Ruby: Here's the thing. You are my best friend. And the love of my life. And I don't know how much time we have left, but I know I want to spend it with you.

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I made a thing

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Ruby: Awww babe you had a crush on me? That's embarrassing.

Weiss: ...We're married.

Ruby giggling: Still!

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Weiss: I can't sleep.

Ruby, pulling back the covers: Yes you can. Come here.