#rwby oc fanfic

[fallen-ash19]

CHAPTER 3 IS OUT YALL!!! GO READ IT!!!

#rwby #ash speaks #the one that got away #rwby oc story #rwby oc fanfic #rwby ocs

[elcuervoborracho]

This time, I made a cover for chapter 14, go check it out!

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[shinobirain24]

Sunsprite Arc

Full name: Sunsprite Summer Rose Arc

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

Hair color: Blonde

Eye color: Silver

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

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

Semblance: Aura Amp, Rose Manifest

Weapon: Crocea Mors (upgraded into a scythe)

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

Biography:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Personality:

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

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

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

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

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

#rwby #rwby fanfic #rwby fanfiction #rwby redux #ruby x jaune #rwby lancaster #ruby rose x jaune arc #rwby oc

[roninreverie]

Chapter 4: They made it to Beacon, folks!

[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15]

BONUS: Set-up sketch because I think it's silly:

#strq contrast #strq #rwby strq #team strq #qrow branwen #summer rose #raven branwen #taiyang xiao long #bartholomew oobleck #glynda goodwitch #professor ozpin #rwby ocs #a03 fanfic #draw platforms at a weird angle I said... it will be fine I said... #roninreverie

[bearmageddon]

Yes I'm drawing them again 🥺

Started these over a year ago whilst rereading LbAN to catch up to the end, then got bombarded with crit role and owl house feelin’s and never finished. But I'm on a roll now! And.... It's petering out already. But I will never get over these two, and this fic,,,,,, I made a whole ass playlist for it and everything. Haven't even read the last few chapters 🤡

#rwby #mercury black #emerald sustrai #others ocs #emercury #thief and the butcher #jaded #fanfic #loved by (almost) no one #chevy’s doods #digital doods

[thepariahcontinuum]

So my first RWBY Fanfic was an OC story that has culminated in a five part extended AU which has been ongoing without breaks since 2016.

I probably won't finish posting the final story in the series until July but I just realised that I'm going to finish writing it in Mid-March.

A project I have been working on since 2016 is going to end in two months at the most.

I can't lie, I would be having an existential crisis if I didn't already know what I'm doing next.

#Writeblr #writer things #writer thoughts #RWBY #rwby fanfiction #rwby oc #fanfic authors #author #achievement #existential crisis

[mr-crocodile]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: RWBY Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Tock/Original Male Character(s), Other Relationship Tags to Be Added Characters: Original RWBY Character(s), Original Faunus Characters (RWBY), Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Tock (RWBY), Cinder Fall, Amber (RWBY), Taiyang Xiao Long, Qrow Branwen, Raven Branwen, Ruby Rose (RWBY), Other Character Tags to Be Added Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Long, Canon-Typical Violence, Character Death, Minor Character Death, Canonical Character Death, Character Development, Childhood Trauma, Trauma, Psychological Trauma, Blood and Violence, Alternate Timelines, Anti-Faunus Racism (RWBY), Faunus/Human Relationships (RWBY), Crimes & Criminals, Organized Crime, Tock Had A Kid Before She Got Herself Killed, Illustrations, Digital Art, Cover Art, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

A crocodile smile is a dishonest smile. One that might be hiding lies, falsehoods, evil thoughts and dark intentions.

Grin, son of legendary bounty hunter and mercenary Tock, knows his fair share about what smiling like a crocodile entails. In more ways than one.

After all, a crocodile's smile is all Grin has ever known.

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[mykyacrush]

Meet - Cherry! My attempt at a science baby between Ruby and Neo for my future fanfic.

#rwby #rwby fanart #ruby rose #rwby neo #rwby neopolitan #fanfic #rwby fan character #rwby oc #oc #oc art #strawberry shortcake #rwby fanfiction

[lopartbymarah]

#artists on tumblr #digital art #rwby oc #rwby #commission #art commisions #art #artwork #drawing #art trade #fanfic #fanfic commissions

[ridingthechaos]

Pairing: Ozpin and Lilium

Fandom: Rwby

Ship Type: Canon X OC

Lilium was just calmly sitting in the ruins of Beacon, allowing the foliage to take over the area. Salem wasn’t a threat anymore, trauma wouldn’t be inflicted anymore. But the one in the ruins looked tranquil, she looked as if she hadn’t had trauma inflicted onto her whatsoever. The sound of footsteps drove her out of her thoughts, Lilium’s silver eyes flitted towards the source of the sound. She spotted Ozpin approaching, he himself looked to be in a good mood. Which can be expected when your undead ex-wife is no longer at large. A soft chuckle escaped Lilium as she returned her focus to the flowers, walking around idly and letting them grow. She watched as daffodils, lilies, tulips, and so many more took over the chaos of the old campus of Beacon.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding?” Ozpin chuckled, Lilium could practically hear his iconic smile.

“So what if it is? I need away time.” She raised a hand and a rose grew, a soft smile graced her lips when she saw it.

Ozpin let out a hearty chuckle, his cane made a soft tapping sound against the cracked and overgrown pavement, “Why don’t you come to the new campus of Beacon? I’m sure we’d enjoy having you as a teacher again. I know how you felt about Weapons Care.”

Lilium paused, was Ozpin offering her old position to her? He was, wasn’t he? She turned to face him, a guarded expression on her face, “Isn’t someone filling the position now?” She asked carefully, Ozpin only shook his head. Her eyes flit down, not having expected that. She could return to her post at Beacon, wouldn’t that be lovely? Return to how things were before the fall? Her hands balled into fists, she didn’t know how to respond.

It's as if her world came crashing down on her. Lilium suddenly remembered the fall of Beacon, the pain it caused her, and more specifically.. Ozpin’s death. Well it technically wasn’t his death, since he inhabited Oscar Pine for a good while until four months after Lilium’s return from the Ever-After. As if sensing her pain Ozpin walked over, enveloping her in a hug. Lilium froze up even more, she hadn’t been touched, let alone held, in a good seven years. And if she was touched it usually wasn’t in a nice, unharming, way.

Tears swelled in her silver eyes. Damn it, Ozpin. She thought, her own arms wrapping tightly around him.

“I know you're still hurting. You went through the most hell out of all of us.” Ozpin cooed, rubbing her pale green hair. He sighed, was this really the woman he knew and loved? This broken, traumatized woman? It was, deep down, still her though.

“I was so scared, Oz.”

“I know.”

“I felt so alone.. It hurt.”

“I know..”

“I can’t do this alone, please don’t leave me alone… I don’t want to be alone.”

“I won’t…”

Ozpin felt pity for her, but that would do neither of them good. So he just held her tightly. The sound of Ozpin’s very much beating heart made Lilium more calm, more relaxed. It felt nice that this wasn’t caused by some tree’s leaves, or Neo’s odd clones, or this being a hallucination from lack of sleep. Good lord, on the topic of sleep, when was the last time Lilium slept? She could feel her eyelids drooping, tears coming to a stop. Ozpin could feel her breathing slow down as she fell asleep. Soon her arms fell from around him, she was asleep in his arms. A chuckle came from the white-haired male, picking her up carefully in his arms. He somehow held her and his cane in his arms. Ozpin walked back to the new campus of Beacon, leaving Lilium’s overgrown safe-haven.

When Lilium woke up, she realized she was neatly tucked into a well kept bed. Ozpin’s bed probably. She didn’t hear his movements outside in his office, was he even here? A soft groan came from her as she forced herself up and out of the warm bed, where was Ozpin if he wasn’t in his office?

“Oz?” She called out into the quietness. No response, “Ozpin??” She called again, hoping for a reply. But there was still no reply, “Ozma???” Lilium called that name knowing full well he’d reply to it. Then a white tuft of hair peaked out from under his desk.

“Am I in trouble?” He asked, obviously slightly surprised Lilium would call that name. His first name, the name he had gotten in his very first life.

“No, I just didn’t know where you were.”

He narrowed her eyes at her. Ozpin came out from under his desk, staring at Lilium was a glaring expression. Lilium just smirked at him, handing him a red rose. Ozpin stared at the rose before carefully putting it into the vase on his desk. He enjoyed her flowers, he always did. Lilium’s flowers were a gift in themselves since they came from her. Leaning in close to her, Ozpin planted a small kiss to her nose. A small sign of affection from someone who hadn’t wanted a relationship since the undead Grimm witch.

“You just..” Lilium looked at him surprised. Ozpin nodded, a light blush dusting his features. It looked odd, considering it was rare he blushed. Yet again, he was never one to show affection willingly.

Ozpin sighed, “I think it's time I started a relationship. It has been too long, this is far overdo.” He adjusted his glasses and his expression softened, “Lilium, will you do me a favor and..,” He paused, growing uncomfortable with the words.

“Of course, Oz.” She smiled at him, “I’d happily be in a relationship with you.”

Lilium yelped when Ozpin pulled her in close by her waist. It was a notion she wasn’t expecting. But it meant a lot to both of them. Laughter collectively escaped their lips, comfortable in each other’s embrace. Lilium’s arms wrapped willingly around Ozpin’s neck, she hadn’t mourned over this man for nothing. But here he was, alive and well and in her arms. They stood there for a good while before they heard the snapping of a scroll.

Lilium’s head snapped towards the sound, only to see Ruby Rose holding her scroll up in an ‘Oh my gods I just saw Professor Mycelium and Professor Ozpin hug.’ way.

“Delete that.” Lilium hissed.

“No.” Ruby countered.

“Ruby Rose.”

“Lilium Mycelium.”

Lilium broke away from Ozpin to charge at Ruby, aiming for her scroll. Ruby used her semblance to run away from Lilium, to which the plant manipulator used her own semblance to block Ruby’s path.

Ozpin just stood there watching this happen, a snicker coming from him. He took a sip of his hot chocolate and smirked as the flashes of green and red ran by. In his opinion, he thought it made it look like Christmas with how past they were going. But now he had a partner for the first time since Salem, Ozpin was in a great mood.

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[fallen-ash19]

yall, chapter 3 is out!!! go read it! it’s kinda interesting 🤨👍

#rwby #ash speaks #the one that got away #rwby oc story #rwby oc fanfic #rwby oc’s

[elcuervoborracho]

Since my fic The girl From Atlas is ending soon, so here's all the illustrations I made for it last year, and one from this year. There are shameless Monster Hunter references all around, of course;

#rwby #fanfic #the girl from atlas #ruby rose #weiss schnee #winter schnee #OC #airship #hot air baloon #sky

[phylliswaterbury]

(not my ocs) them again, whos surprised

#avabako.png #lights in the shadows (acrazedsymbol) #rwby oc #the fanfic theyre from is linked btw #Oh yeah MUTUAL BESTIES PLS HIT ME UP IF YOURE FINE WITH ME POSTING FANART OF YOUR OCS HERE

[shinobirain24]

Remnant's Green Lantern

After Sunsprite and her friends defeated Salem, she looks to the statues of her father Jaune, and mother Ruby. Built following the events of 2nd Great War. With the Crocea Mors of the Arc, Sunsprite used her silver eyes to seal Salem for good. But knew she has to be ready for the next time she appears.

Though it might take years, Sunsprite needs to be ready. To train future generations of huntsmen and huntresses. To protect Remnant.

"Mom, Dad, you can rest now. The war may be over, but Salem will return. But please, don't just support me, but also everyone else who want to do good in Remnant." Sunsprite pleaded.

As Sunsprite prays in front of the memorial statues, a Green light streaks from the sky like a shooting star. As the light reaches closer to Sunrpite, she looks after it shines behind her.

As she sees the light, it was a ring. Radiating to her presence.

The ring then began to speak. "Sunsprite Arc. Brave and heart of gold. Heiress of Clan Arc. Daughter of Jaune Arc and Ruby Rose. Because of your bravery and encouragement to defeat Salem, your duty is far from over."

Sunsprite blinks as she hears the voice. Confused for how the ring was speaking to her. As if she is chosen for a new destiny.

"What duty?" Asked Sunsprite. "What am I chosen for?"

"You have been selected to become a warrior of will and protection. What lies ahead is not just Remnant, but also beyond it." The ring adds. "With this ring, you will be granted the power of the Infinite and Unbound. You will become a Green Lantern."

Sunsprite stood still as she held her hand out. Not sure why she felt the need to accept this. But maybe she wants to do more good. Maybe something more to help others beyond Remnant. She placed her father's sword back into her sheath on the side of her waist.

Then the ring illuminates a light beam formed around Sunsprite. The beam lifts her off the ground. Pulling her into the sky. It startled her at first before wondering where her journey would take her next. She is now a Green Lantern of Remnant.

The ring slipped into her finger after floating towards her. Her armory became enhanced in green with a bodysuit. Her Boots are also green. And her Rose Emblem given to her by her mother was glowing in green light.

Then the scripts that were written in a planetary language was translated to English. Sunsprite reads like it was a poetry to recite.

"In brightest day, in darkest night. No evil shall escape my sight. Let those who worship evil's might! Beware my power! Green Lantern's light!"

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[sageywritings]

Firesale

90% off all office supplies at your nearest White Fang hideout! Everything must go! Act now while supplies last!

The latest chapter of my RWBY OC fic Flames of Change. Make sure to see the pinned post for the chapter list in order.

Dash Ospreay belongs to me.

Sienna Umberon belongs to @gruntnuker-rwby and @wetsliceofbread

Although he had lost track, Dash was fairly certain it had been a few days since he had last seen Sienna. Or at least it was a few sleep cycles since then. But, between the days and nights blending together from inside his hellish prison cell, and his body demanding rest from a combination of pain, exhaustion, and boredom, there was no guarantee he was right. When she eventually did return, she looked more irritable than usual. Which was saying something. Dash watched as the other White Fang troops did their best to stay clear out of her way. The ones that were forced to interact with her received their orders with complete compliance, no questions and words kept to a minimum besides a succinct "Yes ma'am." Every time her gaze found Dash out of the corner of her eye, her scowl intensified. Dash had no clue why. He knew Sienna well enough to know something was bothering her, but trying to pinpoint what would've been sheer guess-work.

"I'll be in my office. If you bother me, it better be real important," Sienna told the soldiers before retreating behind her office door. It was down the hallway but in plain view from where the caged heir sat. Another unknown amount of time passed. Time might as well have had no meaning to Dash at this point. It was long enough for him to wonder if having Sienna around was better or worse for him compared to the revolving door of faceless Fang cronies. Despite the time, he couldn't come up with an answer before a loud thud from the other side of the door derailed his train of thought. Staggered, stumbling stomps grew louder and closer until the door swung open. Sienna wobbled in place in the doorway with a goofy grin until the door bounced back from its hinges and thwacked her in the shoulder.

"Owww motherfucker!" she cursed at the door before giving it a big two-handed push. The door came back at her again so she inelegantly dodged, nearly tripping over her own two feet in the process. "Fuckin' feet always failing me," she mumbled to herself. Somehow managing to stay upright, she entered Dash's room and her grin curled into something more mischievous. He noticed after light investigation the half finished bottle of whiskey in her hand.

"Helloooooo," she cooed at Dash with a playfully evil undertone before, to Dash's surprise, unlocking the cell door. However, the shock was short-lived once he laid eyes on the chain leash and collar wrapped around her other hand. "I'll be taking the toy into my office. I'll make sure he's fed," she called out to any Fang member within earshot. Dash tried to tilt his head and move away to make it difficult. But, one harsh grab by the chin from Sienna was correction enough so she could snap the collar on with ease.

"But Sienna, ma'am," a particularly nervous looking new recruit spoke up, instantly drawing Sienna's death stare. "Er, Commander, uh.." Sienna's eyes burned two holes through him. "H-High Leader Taurus said the prisoner is to remain in his cell at all times."

"High Leader Taurus can suck my fat cock!" Sienna exclaimed, leaving the rookie perplexed on multiple levels. "The prisoner knows to not even dare try to escape on me. Isn't that right, Spicy?" Dash sighed instead of rolling his eyes at the name. It was one of many used to irk him at Beacon. A quick yank on the leash curtailed him though and brought him closer to Sienna's side.

"Watch the lungs, red. I heard that," she said. A brief moment of PTSD powerlessness gripped Dash and caused him to break into a cold sweat. Sienna then began leading the way, with Dash lagging behind, outside his normal confinement and into a new one. Thankfully the walk was short. In Dash's mind, the less people that saw him like this the better. Even though Sienna was already too much. "Ya know if you ever make it out of here, you're gonna have a serious pet play kink thanks to me." Her loud, uncontrollable laughter was like nails on a chalkboard to Dash. As he trudged along behind her, Sienna kept flicking the end of her tail so it brushed against Dash's face enough to tickle him. Well that's one to be told to pick up the pace. With his hands cuffed and unable to turn his head, the only way he could avoid the relentless tail tickling was to speed up. Sienna snickered again, this time punctuated by a snort. 

Once inside her office, Dash took a survey around as Sienna locked the door behind them. A beautifully crafted dark oak desk sat as the master centerpiece to the room. On one side of the desk sat a messy stack of almost late paperwork with her mask on top of it as a paperweight. Her claws were hung up on a display stand behind her chair. As Dash wondered how Sienna swindled a stylish place like this, Sienna forced him down into a sitting position where he stood. She hooked his bindings to a pipe running along the wall, leaving him very little wiggle room. But, it was still a nice step up from the blanketed shelf he had been sleeping on.

"I don't think you'll need that. It's more for in case someone knocks," she told him while knelt down. Once he was secured, Sienna got up and sauntered toward a counter on the left to begin preparing the inmate his dinner. She had been the one who set his eating schedule during his time here, but it was the first time he watched her actually make it. Or rather he watched what wasn't obscured by her body or the insane amount of fluff on her tail. After a couple moments of eyeing her as she casually went about her business while fighting her drunkenness, she sat down a hot meal in front of Dash - in a doggy bowl. Dash glared at his warden.

"Gotta be able to eat without hands somehow. Now quit giving me that look and be a good puppy." Her words dripped with an infuriating amount of mocking impishness. Dash didn't want to give her the satisfaction of being even more of her obedient dog. He left his food untouched. It was a strategy he had already tried to employ against his captors. It hadn't proven very effective though, and every time he would eventually crack and give his body the scraps it had been begging for. "Suit yourself. Only hurting you."

Sienna turned back toward her desk, whipping her tail into Dash's face one more time in the process. Jumping into her comfortable office chair, she kicked her feet up onto the desk before leaning too far back and nearly falling backwards. She did recover, albeit clumsily. Dash sat in disbelief that this one of the White Fang's fiercest and most capable, the one who stormed into Atlas and got out with him. "So," she went on, "I heard your daddy's little speech." Dash grumbled as his eyes fell away from her and toward a wall. "In the damn near month - fuck has it been that long already? - guess how many times your dad has contacted us personally. Or how many times he's tried to break you out by force."

"You already know the answer," he finally mumbled after a minute of Sienna patiently waiting. He really didn't want to say it. He had already heard it once.

"Yeahhhhh. But I wanna hear you say it," she said. Still, no reply. "Come onnnn, I'll give you a drink if you answer." Sienna waggled the whiskey bottle she had just taken another swig out of. Only silence followed. But, Sienna's stubbornness was only amplified without her sobriety. Dash was learning quickly that there was nothing more frustrating than a happy in-your-face kind of drunk to deal with when you can't leave. "I know you know the answer. You're gonna hate it."

"I get it! It's zero, alright?!" Dash snapped.

"Ayyyyy," Sienna said. "Strawberry shortcake want a drink?" Again with the names. If he didn't like them at Beacon, he fully detested them now. Somehow, the grin that always accompanied them was even more annoying now than it was then. Shrugging him off, Sienna started to rummage through the obscene amount of drawers in her desk. "So much shit in here," she muttered to herself.

"Where is Dawn?" Dash asked.

"She's fine. A different crew is looking after her. I've been keeping in touch with them. They're ones you can trust," she said before her head popped over the desk again with an unopened bag of pens. As she tore into it with her teeth, she met Dash cocking an unsure and faithless eyebrow. Sienna rolled her eyes. "She's got coloring books to keep her busy, and her own personal grunt to make sure she always has crayons. She's broken a few throwing them back at him, just for him to give her more ammo. Poor bastard doesn't know what to do." Dash smiled slightly. It was the first warmth he felt inside in a long time knowing that Dawn was being so strong. He knew she was tough. The smile faded, however, when the first pen was thrown in his direction, even though it sailed over his head.

"Damn!" Sienna remarked. "So when are you gonna learn your daddy doesn't care about you?"

"That's not true," Dash said lowly. Sienna lobbed another pen, this time nailing Dash right on the forehead. He flinched at first, but couldn't turn his head away, before growling and kicking towards Sienna. But he was a mile away, and he only kicked the air before the chains tugged him back to his spot.

"Bullseye!" Sienna laughed. "But it's true. He's too worried about his precious profits to pay the ransom and get his own kids back. He’s either too dumb to realize you’re being held hostage by a group who have wanted you dead for years, or he just doesn’t care."

“If he gives in to the White Fang’s demands, no matter what they are, money or whatever, then they win. Not to mention it can’t be easy coming to the table to negotiate with a side that only wants you killed.”

“Man, he’s got you brainwashed real good,” Sienna said while shaking her head. Her mismatched eyes looked down at Dash, simultaneously stunned and expectantly disappointed that this was his line of thinking even in the situation he’s stuck in. It still didn’t stop the next pen from raining down and getting him right in the nose. “But hey, that last part’s fair. I think everybody wearing these masks want nothing more than his death certificate. Myself included.”

“Yeah, I bet you wanna be the one to personally do it,” Dash grimaced as the next pen tomahawked at him clipped him in the ear. “And are the pens really fucking necessary?? Quit it!” This time at least he kept the thrashing to a minimum so the collar didn’t painfully remind him of his place.

“Still got that hot head. Don’t think anyone will ever beat that out of you,” Sienna said. Dash eyes glanced upward in thought for a moment before he nodded in concession. “And yeah, I’d say the pens are necessary. Let’s see. The first one was for when we first met and you called me a ‘punkass faunus wastelander’. The next one was for the time you tried to pin the argument on ‘faunus like me’ when thirteen people died in an accident at one of your factories. And the one I'm about to throw is for the time you tried to pick a fight with Riley just cause she stood up for me! Actually-". With each accusation, Dash shrunk and shriveled more and more in his place before the sounds of more drawers opening and closing brought his attention forward again. Coming back up, Sienna was reloaded, this time with a box of paper clips. With one heated up in the palm of her hand via her semblance, she chucked it at him. He made no effort to try and dodge, letting it burn where it hit him.

"And to answer your other thing. I want him dead, yeah, but I don't wanna be the one to do it. I don't kill if I can help it," she continued.

"How noble of you. Want a medal? Want me to rub your feet?" Dash scoffed.

"Ohoho," Sienna chuckled, "you even think about touching my feet and I'll make an exception and ship you back to your dad in more pieces than IKEA furniture." Stopping mid-breath, Dash was briefly paralyzed. He wasn't sure if it was a bluff to call her out on. But it sounded like the most real threat she's delivered yet. Guess she wasn't the type to get foot rubs from Riley. Sienna laughed loudly and took one of the last swigs the bottle had left. Slowly, Dash exhaled and let his arms drop. Once the laughter ceased, Sienna caught her breath. "You should be thanking me, ya know."

"Thanking you? For what?? The privilege of being an insane fox's plaything? Or that you don't have anything bigger to throw!" Dash said incredulously almost like his tone was instinct. Another searing office supply smacked him in the forehead, only further proving his points.

"Ooooo maybe I could find some ball bearings, that's an idea for next time. But I'm serious. You should be grateful. I'm the only reason you're alive."

"Uh-huhhhh. You're totally my savior and not the reason I'm in this hell to begin with, right?"

"Think about it, Spicy. You think that hit at the party only happened cause of me? You’ve been on the hit list for a long time, and that party gave them the golden opportunity. They were gonna crash that mansion and come after you anyways. And all the people guarding you while I was gone, you think they have the patience to deal with some trust fund kids? If they had their way, they woulda offed you and Dawn and sent back your corpses in exchange for the ransom money.” A cold snap rocketed up Dash’s spine. It was partially for his safety, but mainly due to the image of his little sister meeting her end like this. It was an image he couldn’t erase. “So I told them I knew you, knew you too damn well, and they offered me the job in a heartbeat. I took it, cause yeah, I wanted to get back at you for all your cocky prick bullshit and for all the times you defended your dad. But also cause… I didn’t wanna see you dead. Same goes for your sister.” Dash squinted at the fox faunus like he was trying to peer through some mirage. “So yeah, think about that next time you wanna call me trash or whatever. I’ll be expecting some more obedience from my pet.”

“So what’s the endgame?” Dash questioned, dismissing Sienna’s cackling and cutting to the point, all the while suppressing a groan.

“It was supposed to be have your sperm donor fork over the ransom and get you two back home safe, but he hasn’t gone for it yet. So now I don’t know.” There was a momentary pause, Dash studying Sienna as she offhandedly fidgeted with a clip.

“And what about you?” he spoke up, causing her fox ears to flick slightly in confusion. “How do you see this ending for yourself?”

“Probably when everybody we went to school with come to put me six feet under,” she said. Her response was quick and seemed to carry no care on the surface, but Dash noticed her entire demeanor shift. Her ears lowered. She sat more leaned forward in her chair. She dropped her makeshift fidget spinner. She instantly sobered up.

"What does that mean?" Dash asked.

"It doesn't matter how it ends for me," she replied, not really answering Dash about where their friends from school came from or how they fit into this.

"Sienna what do they have-"

"Oh for fuck's sake you still just talk way too much! After all this you still can't keep your mouth shut! I said it doesn't matter so drop it!" Sienna swiped her bottle just for her growl to magnify when she realized only the last drops of her bourbon were left. Tossing it aside on her desk, her right hand wrapped around her left forearm, leaving a glowing red mark. Dash took note of her manner. It mirrored the mood she was in when she first arrived today. There had to have been something more to it under the aggressive exterior. Was it stress? Worry? Fear? Sienna wouldn't reveal that even to her most trusted friends, much less him. Whatever it was, it didn't stop the next scalding paper clip from coming at him with renewed vigor, although her aim was wayward. Dash released a heavy sigh. Something in his mind was clearly weighing him down, something he had no idea how to begin to articulate it. What were the words to say here?

"I'm sorry, Sienna." Sienna's ears shot straight up and she stopped mid-windup of her next throw.

"What?" Sienna had no idea that those words were even in the Ospreays' vocabularies. Was that the first time Dash had admitted guilt about anything? It was like a baby saying his first words. It was awkward and lacked confidence. But, she couldn't dwell on it too long. The clip in her hand started to melt and burn her fingers, prompting her to fling it against the wall. "Fuck!"

“What’s the look for?” Now it was Dash’s turn to be befuddled.

“The fuck? Where’d that come from?” Sienna furrowed her brows, convinced he was joking. She almost wanted to lob another pen at him for the audacity of lying to her face like that. Or to make sure he was real and not some alcohol-fueled hallucination.

“For all the shit at Beacon. I’m sorry,” he repeated. He sounded genuinely sincere, but that made it all the more baffling and unbelievable to Sienna. “Believe me or not, I don’t care. You’re not getting it out of me again.” Now that was the Dash she was more than accustomed to. That braggadocio that gave him a very punchable existence. She folded her arms and intently glared at the trapped heir. After an excruciatingly long moment, Sienna unsteadily rose from her chair. Still struggling with coordination, she made her way to the counter without faceplanting into the floor and withdrew a fork from one of the cabinets. Dash’s electric eyes widened in panic.

“Whoa whoa hey hey now what are you planning on doing with that?? Let’s not be rash here, we can be more civilized about this,” Dash said with a nervously petrified fake chuckle. Sienna didn’t answer and kept approaching. He tugged hard on his restraints as the instinct to put his hands up and block his face kicked in. He fruitlessly tried to scoot away before closing his eyes and awaiting the pain of a fiery utensil meeting his skin. However, he kept waiting. And waiting. Until his arms were suddenly able to fall to his sides in their natural position. Unsure how or why he wasn’t bleeding, on fire, or both yet, Dash opened one eye to see his bowl of food placed in front of him now complete with a fork to eat it with. Then, his gaze raised upward to Sienna towering over him, twirling the key to his binds.

“Eat.” The command was stern, frighteningly so. It was still coming from the woman who held the fate of his life in her hands, whether he wanted to admit it or not. Dash rubbed his wrists, hesitating to break eye contact until his grumbling stomach won out. The food was still warm. It was nothing fancy, but every bite he took felt like heaven. The subsequent bites after the first one came quicker after the previous as his body cried in gratitude. After a moment, Sienna dropped down to one knee in front of him. “You know. You can help us.”

"You expect me to help the White Fang?" Dash said with a mouth full of food before swallowing. "The info I've given up already isn't enough."

"You can do more. Give us more, do what we ask, and do it all without having me to beat you into submission, and it might just be your ticket out of here. And our ticket to end all the pain your family"s caused."

"And condemn my father to death?"

"He's doing the same to you right now."

"I can't do that to my own flesh and blood, Sienna. How do you expect me to sleep well at night doing that?"

"Uuuuuugh," she groaned. "Definitely getting something bigger to throw at you next time." Before Dash could escalate the argument any further, something he had a talent for doing, a knock on the door cut them both short. Dash froze before his next bite, petrified if someone heard them or saw him somehow. But, Sienna just groaned louder. "Now whaaaaat?" Rising once more, she went to the door and opened it up just enough for her to stand in the doorway. She blocked any vision of Dash from the outside, and vice versa. But, Dash could still hear a Fang official's voice.

"Commander Umberon."

"Yup, that's me."

"We have received intel that significant progress is being made in repairing Vale's CCT tower. The crew working on it is supposedly close to a major breakthrough in restoring communications." Dash perked up at the mention of at the current state of his old home, but luckily it went unseen. “We need those comms to remain offline so we can continue to operate with less secrecy as we have been. We are sending Tango Squadron to make sure our great strides will not be halted, but they could use an extra bit of firepower. And since you are so familiar with Beacon Academy, the High Leader suggested you.”

“Tango Squadron, huh?” Sienna said before pausing to think. Not like she was pondering not doing it, it was just taking a moment for her buzzed mind to catch up with the rest of her. “Yeah, I’m in.” As she was being relayed all of the important mission details, most notably that this was happening tomorrow night, she nodded rakishly through it all. “Yeah, yeah, got it. And hey tell one of the grunts sitting on their asses to get me some more booze, would ya?” Dash couldn’t see the response, only the door shutting and Sienna spinning to face him once more with a smirk.

“Did you hear that? I get to visit our old stomping grounds! This should be fun! Oh and don’t worry,” she said while crouching next to Dash. She caressed then pinched Dash’s cheek with enough power in her semblance to cause a light sting. With his hands now free, he was able to swat at her arm and push it away. “I’ll be back for you much sooner than my last trip. Then we can continue our little conversation.”

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[nathan-thorn]

Debating between writing a few different fanfics and can’t pick just one so

These are all RWBY fics btw

Of Birds and Butterflies - a slow burn romance/action fic starring a male OC working with the happy huntresses and slowly falling in love with their leader

Kindred Gemstones - a very long fic focusing on a few introduced OCs, exploring the villain’s POV as well as the hero’s, this one is excessively long and includes some timeline rewrites, so if you vote this one in don’t expect a new chapter out within the week.

Kisscam in the Infirmary - actually have a few chapters published on this one, thinking a comedic chapter next would be quite fun to write, despite how long it’s been since I was last working on it.

Softer wings - a whirlwind romance blossoms between Ruby and an exchange student from Haven, Opal, a cute butterfly faunus harboring a dark past, leaving her torn between the girl she’s grown to care for, and her duties as Salem’s servant.

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