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After Salem

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(Plot diverges after V7)

In the final battle with Salem the heroes combine the power Ruby’s silver eyes with that of all four maidens to purge her of the Grimm essence and manage to get her to admit that she’s moved on from her daughters deaths resulting in her losing her immortality. Aging thousands of years in seconds she was soon dust. However before her defeat Salem managed to unite the four relics. The Brothers had returned. Displeased by the conflict still existing they were about to judge humanity as irredeemable when the heroes convinced them that humanity was not that far gone. Listening to their argument the Brothers agreed that humanity was neither worthy of them returning nor did they deserve extermination. Thus they returned to the stars. Before leaving however the God of Darkness left a gift. One in every five hundred babies born after this day would have the gift of magic. In time the four maidens would create the Seasons Academy to teach these new magic users how to use their gifts. Magic users have weaker semblances so the scales are not too unbalanced. Magic users are given the title of Wizard or Witch and act like Huntsmen, protecting the people of Remnant from the always present danger of the Grimm. The Huntsmen Academies lowered the age requirements after Salem’s final plan involved destroying many of the minor academies. In the following years much has changed. One such change is that Menagerie is now an official kingdom. Technology has advanced at a rapid pace, trains using anti gravity technology connect most cities. As a result trips that would have taken days now take a matter of hours. Due to this more and more cities rise outside the kingdom borders. The heroes of team RWBY and JNOR and their allies have all begun new lives after the fall of Salem.

Ruby and Oscar are married with four children. Ruby now runs Petal Storm, a weapon repair and modification store with Nora while Oscar writes books about the past Ozes.

Maria Pine-18 Lyme Pine-16 Sunny (M) and Luna (F) Pine-12 year old twins.

Blake and Yang are married with two adopted children. Blake works to help Faunus equality across Remnant while Yang helps design and test new vehicles for the SDC. Tawny Belladonna-Xiao Long-18 Vivi Belladonna-Xiao Long-17

Weiss and Jaune are married with three children. Weiss took over SDC and is working to undo the damage done by her father while Jaune teaches combat at a local academy.

Nichole Schnee-19 Maple Schnee- 13- Named in honor of Pyrrha. She inherited her mother’s singing voice and has a huge love of music. In fact she wants to enter the music industry rather than become a Huntress. To her relief her parents told her they’d support whatever decision she made. William Schnee- 10- A curious young boy with an interest in science. He loves touring the various SDC research labs with his mother. He discovers his semblance allows him to summon defeated Grimm and possess them. This does leave his body vulnerable. Close friends with his cousin Talos Schnee

Ren and Nora are married with three children. Ren is the mayor of a rebuilt Kuroyuri while Nora runs Petal Storm, a weapon repair and modification store with Ruby.

Balder Ren-17 Nezha Ren-16 Sif Ren-15

The headmasters remain a part of Oscar’s inner circle however with the fall of Salem their mission is now to continue to guide all of Remnant into everlasting peace and preventing future disasters.

Beacon

Headmistress- Glynda Goodwitch- The first headmistress of Beacon. Once Beacon was rebuilt the decision to name her headmistress was unanimous.

History- Dr Bartholomew Oobleck- Still his energetic self always eager to share knowledge with anyone willing to learn.

Grimm Studies- Peter Port- Still bombastic and passing on his wisdom and experience. Head of Security- Gordon Ryder- Gordon’s semblance allows him to create orbs of aura that act as his eyes and ears. He is capable of creating multiple orbs and has them placed around the boundaries of the campus. However while keeping track of them he often loses track of what’s happening around his own body.

Origin- The Headless Horseman

Combat Instructor- Paulina “Babe” Bunyan- A bull faunus, her semblance allows her to spot the weak point in things or people which allowed her to help her lumberjack father when she was a child.

Origin- Paul Bunyan

Airship Piloting- Skye Gale- When he was younger his hubris caused an airship crash that nearly killed him. After recovering he set forward to teach others to learn from his mistake.

Origin- Icarus.

Wilderness Survival - Forest Mann- The son of explorers who perished during a jungle expedition his semblance and basic wilderness training allowed him to survive. His semblance allows him to copy the traits of nearby animals. After making it back to civilization years later he began teaching others how to survive the wilderness.

Origin- Mowgli/Tarzan

Beacon Teams Fourth Year

Team MNTY

Maria Pine- Growing up Maria couldn’t help but feel like she was in the shadow of heroes and legends and as a result she grew insecure. Her desire to prove herself “worthy” eventually results in her being injured on a training mission. After that she admits her insecurity to her parents and her team who help her grow past it and see her own self worth. Like her father Maria can use magic. Appearance: 18 years old. 5ft 8in- Brown hair to shoulders Hazel eyes Outfit: Light red top with maroon corset. maroon shorts. Light red tights with green vine design, roses on knees. Maroon fingerless gloves up to elbows. Green vine design on gloves. Maroon boots. Half length version of Ruby’s cloak in maroon. Emblem: Three roses on a single stem, one white, one red and one maroon Emblem Location: Back of cloak Aura Color: Maroon Semblance: Stat Boost- Allows Maria to boost a single stat (speed, strength, stamina, etc) Weapon: Rose’s Thorn- Kusarigama with extending chain. Gun built into the end. Partner: Nautica Waves Origin: Rose Red Nautica Waves- The daughter of fishermen she grew up on the water most of her life. Resourceful and daring, she won’t give up until all options have been exhausted. Appearance: 19 years old. 5ft 6in. Short dark blue hair. Blue eyes. Shark Faunus- Shark gills allowing her to breathe under water. Outfit: Teal wetsuit with wave pattern, armor plating on shoulders, elbows, knees, torso. Optional flippers. Emblem: A series of waves descending in size Emblem Location: Shoulder armor Aura Color: Teal Semblance: Hydrokinesis- Can control water as long as it’s in liquid form. Can even shape weapons out of it. The more water she controls the more aura it takes. Weapon: Ebb and Flow- Twin pistols modified to shoot water. Using her semblance she can boost the power of the water to the point it can cut through metal. Carries a dagger called Shark’s tooth as a back up. After a few missions begins using a harpoon as her main weapon to conserve on water. Partner: Maria Pine Origin: The Little Mermaid Theo Schwartz- Due to a less than stellar home situation he attempts to defuse tense situations with humor. He believes in being prepared and carries many tools and items in his hat including a set of throwing knives, tents, medical kits, food and water. Not to mention his team’s ammo. Appearance: 18 years old. 5ft 9in. Short black hair. Green eyes. Cat Faunus- Cat whiskers. Outfit: Black pants. White shirt with black dress coat. Red bow tie. Tall hat with red and white stripes. Emblem: A hand reaching into a hat Emblem Location: Back of coat Aura Color: Ebony Semblance: Hat Trick- A pocket dimension inside his hat where he can store and retrieve any inorganic item he wants. Weapon: Cat’s Cane- A hook style cane with a built in grappling hook and gun. Partner: York Letterson Origin: The Cat in the Hat York Letterson- A firm believer in the phrase “Knowledge is power” York is almost always reading. He is eager to learn and teach as much as he can and often volunteers to tutor other students. When he has free time he can often be found in the library. Appearance: 18 years old. 5ft 5in. Long green hair reaching down his back. Often in twin ponytails. Green eyes. Outfit: Dark green pants. Light green button up top with a pocket on the upper left breast. Dark green armor over the shirt with light green pads on arms and legs. Pair of reading glasses. Emblem: A head of lettuce Emblem Location: Shirt pocket Aura Color: Green Semblance: Prehensile Hair- Can control and use his hair as weapons or extra arms. In a pinch can even shoot strands like darts. If the hair is cut it will regrow to normal length within days due to all the aura inside it. Weapon: Close Shave- A pair of blades with gun barrels in the tips. Blades can be combined into a scissors form. In scissors mode it can be thrown like a boomerang. Partner: Theo Schwartz Origin: Rapunzel

Team NGHT

Nichole Schnee- From a young age her parents made sure she knew that her name made her no more important and no better than anyone else. She is kind and generous and always looking for ways to help others with the Schnee fortune. She’s very aware there’s still plenty of damage to undo from her grandfather. In battle she will often target powerful or unique Grimm to add to her semblance.

Appearance: 19 years old. 5ft 10in. Long light blue hair in double ponytails. Light blue eyes.

Outfit: Light blue dress with white fur pattern trim. Dress ends little above knees. Blue and white stripped stockings. Light blue boots. White gloves. Armored breastplate, armor on lower arms and shins. All armor is ice themed.

Emblem: Schnee snowflake with a sword resembling the sword part of Crocea Mors

Emblem Location: Knee and elbow armor

Aura Color: Light blue

Semblance: Grimm Aspects- She summons pieces of Grimm to use herself. She can call on the wings of a Teryx or a Nevermore, the claws of a Sabyr, the armor of an Arms Gigas, punching power of a Beringel. Like normal summons if they receive enough damage they’ll dissipate.

Weapon: Cyros- Icicle themed javelin that doubles as a rifle. The shield part of Crocea Mors.

Partner: Guile Widows

Origin: Christmas Elf

Guile Widows- A cunning strategist who excels at using his enemies own actions against them. He prefers to lure targets into his webs and let them tire themselves out trying to escape.

Appearance: 19 years old. 6ft. Black hair with eight dreadlocks, four on each side. Brown eyes.

Outfit: Black cargo pants with a mild webbing pattern. Gray shirt with black straps from backpack forming an “X”. Fingerless gloves.

Emblem: Eight eyes, top pair are farthest apart and bottom pair are closest together.

Emblem Location: Bandana

Aura Color: Black

Semblance: Aura Webs- Webs that can catch, contain, or even act as nets.

Weapon: Spider’s Bite- Twin curved swords with guns in the hilts.

Partner: Nichole Schnee

Origin: Anansi

Hunter Python- Strict and serious he considers being a huntsman too serious to joke about. To his dismay his partner Tawny has made it his mission to get him to laugh at least once a day. Hunter is very reluctant to use his semblance due to its nature. However if lives are at stake he will do so with frightening effect.

Appearance: 18 years old. 5ft 11in. Brown hair. Snake Faunus- Snake eyes, yellow with green pupils.

Outfit: Green boots with a snake skin pattern. Yellow-green cargo pants. Yellow shirt under a green hoodie. Yellow-Green armor with scale pattern over hoodie.

Emblem: Stylized snake head

Emblem Location: Pockets of pants

Aura Color: Yellow-Green

Semblance: Hypnoeyes- Can command people to do things. Stronger commands require more aura and concentration and a command too far removed from what the subject would normally do will not be followed. When activated his eyes glow green. Requires full eye contact

Weapon: Serpent Staff- Staff that can separate into chain linked segments. Can also shoot from the mouth of the serpent.

Partner: Tawny Belladonna-Xiao Long

Origin: Kaa

Tawny Belladonna-Xiao Long- Adopted when he was 6 years old. Hyperactive, full of energy, eager to make new friends. Inherited Yang’s love of puns.

Appearance: 18 years old. 6ft 2in Scruffy orange hair, brown eyes. Tiger Faunus- Tiger tail.

Outfit: Orange sweatpants and orange top with baggy sleeves. Black patches stripe all along outfit. Armor on knees and elbows.

Emblem: A tiger pouncing

Emblem Location: Back of shirt

Aura Color: Orange

Semblance: Rebounce- Allows him to jump, leap, and bounce incredible heights and land from any height without injury.

Weapon: Tora Tearors- Clawed gloves with guns built into the hand guards.

Partner: Hunter Python

Origin: Tigger

Third Year

Team VBAT (Vibrant)

Vivi Belladonna Xiao-Long- Adopted when she was 5 years old. Very self conscious about her appearance after bullies at the orphanage convinced her that her birth parents abandoned her because she was ugly. Her mothers and brother spent years trying to get her to understand that she is beautiful on the inside and the outside. After being named a team leader she gradually gains self confidence.

Appearance: 17 years old. 5ft 11in. Long dark black hair. Purple eyes.

Outfit: Long purple robe with a hood she uses to cover herself up. After she gains self confidence she switches to a more streamlined version without a hood.

Emblem: A pair of wings overlapping each other.

Emblem Location: Back of robe

Aura Color: Purple

Semblance: Energy Ripple- Sends a burst of energy in a direction.

Weapon: Tempera- Staff with fire dust on one end and ice dust on the other. When used with her semblance she can create waves of flame or frost.

Partner: Terry Braun

Origin: The ugly duckling

Balder Ren- Though serious around most people when he’s with family and friends he opens up and loosens up. As a child his parents would call him their little Sunshine.

Appearance: 17 years old. 5ft 9in Dark orange hair with a pink ribbon tied in it. Blue eyes.

Outfit: Sleeveless green robe with golden sash. Magenta pants. Both have a sun pattern.

Emblem: A stylized sun

Emblem Location: Back of robe

Aura Color: Golden

Semblance: Light Burst- Absorbs natural light and discharges it. Depending on the amount of light stored it can stun or temporarily blind. Weaker grimm may even be destroyed by a strong enough burst. As he evolves his semblance he can direct the burst instead of releasing it in all directions. Even storing it in the form of light armor.

Weapon: Stormbringer and Stormbreaker- Twin hook swords with guns built in.

Partner: Alison Eirian

Origin: Balder

Alison Eirian- An optimist often lost in a daydream, her mind wanders easily. She enjoys seeing the bright side of even the darkest situation. However she does take her duties as a Huntress seriously. Tries to get Terry to smile more.

Appearance: 18 years old. 5ft 10in Blonde hair in a ponytail, blue eyes.

Outfit: Long cobalt dress with silver armor plating on the front. White stockings with blue shoes. Silver gloves.

Emblem: A mirror

Emblem Location: Back of gloves

Aura Color: Cobalt

Semblance: Reflection- Allows her to enter any reflective surface. Inside the reflection is totally silent. She can travel to other reflections as long as there’s no obstacles in the way.

Weapon: Full Deck- sword that appears to be made of a deck of cards, shifts into gun mode. Also carries reflective cards to use as emergency reflections.

Partner: Balder Ren

Origin: Alice in Wonderland

Terry Braun- Growing up on the streets led him to adopt a tough cynical persona. His new friends convince him that there’s more than one kind of strength. Very protective of those younger than him. Tries to get Alison to be more realistic.

Appearance: 17 years old. 5ft 11 in.Scruffy brown hair. Brown eyes.

Outfit: Brown boots, brown shorts. Brown t-shirt with torn vest.

Emblem: A howling wolf

Emblem Location: Back of vest

Aura Color: Brown

Semblance: Howling Wind- Can create powerful wind with his breath.

Weapon: Howling Hatchets- Twin axes with guns built into the handles. Can combine to form a shotgun.

Partner: Vivi Belladonna-Xiao Long

Origin: The Big Bad Wolf

Second Year

Team JNGL

Jim Peaches- Analytical and strategic he is highly skilled at coming up with plans that utilize the strengths of his teams. He has a fondness for insects and is known to talk to them when he thinks he’s alone.

Appearance: 16 years old 5ft 5in. Short brown hair, pink eyes.

Outfit: Tan pants with peach shirt. Tan shoes. Peach longcoat. Pink tie with insect designs (grasshopper, centipede, ladybug, spider, earthworm, glowworm)

Emblem: A peach with a bite taken out of it

Emblem Location: Belt buckle

Aura Color: Peach

Semblance: Peach Protection- Creates forcefields over himself. Can extend to include other people. With practice he learns to create smaller ones to throw as projectiles.

Weapon: Peach Pit- Mace with detachable head. Gravity dust built in allows him to launch and recall the head.

Partner: Nezha Ren

Origin: James and the Giant Peach

Nezha Ren- Eager and impatient he’s often the first to race into a battle. He enjoys moving fast and hitting hard. As a child his parents would call him their Moonbeam.

Appearance: 16 years old. 5ft 6in. Short black hair. Pink eyes.

Outfit: Amber sleeveless vest and dark orange cargo shorts. Armor plated elbow and knee pads. Orange goggles

Emblem: A burning wheel

Emblem Location: Knee pads

Aura Color: Amber

Semblance: Speed Rails- He creates rails of aura in the air to run on boosting his speed as he pleases. Only Nezha can interact with the rails, all others will simply pass through them.

Weapon: Stormlillies- Twin chakram that turn into shurikens.

Partner: Jim Peaches

Origin: Nezha

J.J Grayson- He is used to people mocking or underestimating him due to his weight and bulk. However he isn’t bothered by it because he knows it’s mostly muscle instead of fat. His teammates all find him awesome. He’s the powerhouse of his team and will put himself between them and danger if it keeps them safe. Likes to call Lyme “Sprout”

Appearance: 16 years old. 6ft. Bulky build. Mostly muscle instead of fat. Short gray hair. Elephant Faunus- Elephant Ears.

Outfit: Necklace with a black feather on it. Gray boots. Gray baggy shorts. Gray sweatshirt.

Emblem: Elephant head

Emblem Location: Front of sweatshirt

Aura Color: Gray

Semblance: Flight- Can fly as high or as fast as he wishes.

Weapon: Stampede- Spear that turns into rifle, spear tip splits to reveal barrel.

Partner: Lyme Pine

Origin: Dumbo

Lyme Pine- Calm and caring he enjoys nature in all its forms. A love of plants lead him to study botany, he can even use plants and herbs to create medicine in a pinch. He acts as his team’s medic. Likes to call J.J “Big Guy”

Appearance: 16 years old - 5ft 3in. Short blackish hair, silver eyes. Slight tan from extended time outdoors.

Outfit: Green overalls over a light green top. Brown gloves with floral pattern. Dark green boots.

Emblem: A pinecone wrapped in vines

Emblem Location: Front of overalls

Aura Color: Lime Green

Semblance: Aura Vines- Can create vines made out of his aura. These can be used for extending his reach or in combat. As his semblance grows he can add thorns to the vines.

Weapon: Harvester- Pitchfork with guns built into the points. After it jammed during a training mission he has Harvester upgraded to a rail gun with two settings, small beam (the two middle prongs charge it) and large beam (all four prongs charge it)

Partner: J.J Grayson

Origin: Jack and the beanstalk

First Year

Team SNST

Shiro Shishi- When Shiro was a child his uncle a crime boss named Kuro Shishi decided to cut loose ends. After personally stabbing Shiro’s father Kin Shishi in the back he sent a trio of assassins after Shiro, leaving the boy for dead. Fortunately a pair of drifters rescued the boy and helped him recover. The pair were retired huntsmen and they trained him until he was accepted to Beacon.

Patterning himself after ancient warriors he read about as a boy Shiro is honorable, courageous, and a great leader in battle. He does however have a bad habit of starting inspirational speeches when they aren’t required.

Appearance: 15 years old. 5ft 2in. White hair and golden eyes. Lion Faunus. Lion’s mane.

Outfit: White samurai armor with golden accents. Armor has a lion theme.

Emblem: A roaring lion head

Emblem Location: Center of chest armor

Aura Color: White

Semblance: Power Roar- Creates an omnidirectional shockwave.

Weapon: Lion’s Pride- A katana with a lion’s head on the hilt. Can shoot from the lion’s head.

Partner: Sif Ren

Origin: Kimba The White Lion/The Lion King

Noah Rhythm- Growing up in a family of traveling musicians taught him two things, one was the importance of music, the second was how to ward off the creatures of Grimm. After arriving in a village for a show only to discover the villagers slaughtered by the Grimm he swore on the spot to become a huntsman.

Appearance: 15 years old. 5ft 3in. Light purple hair and eyes.

Outfit: Dark purple shoes. Light purple tunic. Purple cape. Light purple alpine hat with dark purple feather.

Emblem: Flute surrounded by music notes

Emblem Location: Back of cape.

Aura Color: Light purple

Semblance: Animal Melody- Can use music to communicate and command animals. No effect on faunus. His flute isn’t required to use his semblance but it amplifies it. Uses it to ask animals for intel when arriving in new places or to get a bird or squirrel to give Tomi a ride.

Weapon: Pay the Piper- His flute shoots blasts of sound like Flynt’s trumpet

Partner: Tomi Tumbleweed

Origin: The Pied Piper

Sif Ren- Curious and always eager to learn new things once she gains an interest in a subject she won’t stop until she knows everything about it. As a child her parents would call her their Shining Star.

Appearance: 15 years old 5ft. Long light orange hair in ponytail to her left side. Blue eyes.

Outfit: Dark pink dress with dark green accents. Armor on legs and along left arm and shoulder. Green quiver on back.

Emblem: A green lily within a pink circle

Emblem Location: Shoulder armor

Aura Color: Magenta

Semblance: Alliance- the more friends and allies fighting by her side the stronger her aura. She channels the extra aura into her arrows

Weapon: Stormpiercer- A bow and arrow. The bow splits into twin daggers based on her grandfathers and her arrowheads are infused with dust.

Partner: Shiro Shishi

Origin: Sif

Tomi Tumbleweed- The child of tailors they grew up helping their parents with the sewing. They love to keep up with latest fashions even if they know they could never afford any of them. Despite some initial confusion their team fully accepted the fact they’re non-binary.

Appearance: 15 years old. 4ft 11in. Short blonde hair. Yellow eyes.

Outfit: Tan shoes with yellow socks. Yellow shorts. Tan shirt with yellow suspenders.

Emblem: A needle and thread

Emblem Location: Buttons of suspenders

Aura Color: Tan

Semblance: Shrinking- They can shrink to a minimum of one inch high. Their strength remains the same as when they are full sized.

Weapon: Needle point. A rapier that can shoot from the point.

Partner: Noah Rhythm

Origin: Tom Thumb/Thumbelina

Other Beacon teams: LAVA, TIDE, CLWD

Haven

Headmaster- Ghira Belladonna, took over informally after the battle of Haven and made official around a year later.

Combat instructor- Lewis Clementine- Lewis’s semblance, Be like you, allows him to copy another semblance for a maximum of one hour. He was one of the first students of Haven after the battle of Haven, as an Orangutan faunus he has Orangutan arms. His weapon, Jungle Justice is a shotgun with a bayonet blade between the barrels.

Origin- King Louie

Nature Studies- Buck Woods

Origin- Bambi

Team DMND (diamond)

Dawn Diamond- Believing that sugar coating things doesn’t actually help Dawn tends to be blunt and cutting though she sincerely means well. She refuses to give her team a command she wouldn’t follow herself.

Appearance: 19 years old. 5ft 6in. Medium length aqua colored hair. Dark blue eyes

Outfit: Dark blue boots, light blue pants. Light blue see through top with dark blue tank top underneath. Dark blue gloves

Emblem: A diamond

Emblem Location: Pants pockets

Aura Color: Diamond

Semblance: Lullaby- When active creates a field around her that makes people drowsy. Direct contact induces sleep instantly.

Weapon: Beauty Sleep- Chain with a dart on the end shaped like a diamond- Can be charged by dust, fire engulfs it in flame etc

Partner: Dinah Crystal

Origin: Sleeping Beauty

Zoe Midas- A party girl who enjoys a good time. Knowing that her teammates despise being in the spotlight she delights in drawing all the attention to herself.

Appearance: 19 years old. 5ft 8in. Blonde hair to shoulders. Yellow eyes

Outfit: Gold knee high boots, gold shorts. Gold sleeveless top, gold elbow length gloves

Emblem: A golden hand

Emblem Location:Back of gloves

Aura Color: Gold

Semblance: Midas Touch- Turns her body into gold. Maintains strength, speed, agility.

Weapon: Golden Tonfa- Twin Tonfa with a blade in one end and a gun in the other.

Partner: Natalie Jade

Origin: King Midas’s daughter

Natalie Jade- One of, if not the smartest student at Haven she comes up with many of her team’s strategies. After meeting Team MNTY on a mission she grows close with York.

Appearance: 18 years old. 5ft 5in. Short dark green hair. Green eyes with jade colored glasses.

Outfit: Jade boots, jade colored sundress with light green leggings.

Emblem: A group of peas

Emblem Location:Boots

Aura Color: Jade

Semblance: Tracking- Small pea sized aura spheres she can place on a person or object and track them.

Weapon: Peashooters- Twin pistols- Default, rapid fire, charge, bouncing shots

Partner: Zoe Midas

Origin: Princess and the Pea

Dinah Crystal- Shy but skilled she prefers to let others hog the spotlight. She works best when she feels like nobody is watching or judging her. Her teammates try to help her overcome this.

Appearance: 18 years old. 5ft 6in. Long cyan hair light blue eyes. Swan Faunus- Swan wings, allow short distance flight.

Outfit: Crystal colored ice skates (blades retracts) with light blue leggings. Crystal minidress with matching gloves

Emblem: A stylized swan

Emblem Location: Front of minidress

Aura Color: Crystal

Semblance: Ice Rink- Creates a coating of “ice” for her to skate on.

Weapon: Swan’s Grace- A naginata with a gun built in along the back of the blade.

Partner: Dawn Diamond

Origin: Swan Lake

Other Haven teams: SLME, FLRE, CAVE Atlas

Headmistress- Robyn Hill, after the fall of Ironwood Robyn was placed in charge of Atlas Academy allowing her to lead a new generation away from the military and teach them how to act like proper Huntsmen.

Combat instructor- Shelly Verde- Back in her academy days Shelly was partners with Harriet Bree and watched in horror as her friend became the terrorist known as the Snow Hare. Her semblance allows her to create a field that slows down those within it. She uses twin hard light shields as weapons.

Origin- The Tortoise

Aquatic combat- Myrtle Hopper

Origin- The Frog Prince

Team MRBL (marble)

Megara Bronzen- Highly competitive and eager to prove her strength, her teammates will often have to intervene on her behalf. She believes that the strong have a moral duty to protect the weak.

Appearance: 19 years old. 6ft. Short brown hair and brown eyes.

Outfit: Bronze sandals with bronze shin armor. Bronze chest armor with bronze armor plates on forearms. Golden lion paw design on shoulder armor. Helmet resembles a roaring gold lion with her face in the mouth. Gold colored cape with fur texture.

Emblem: Two fists punching each other

Emblem Location: Inside of cape

Aura Color: Bronze

Semblance: Titanic Strength- Super Strength

Weapon: Titanic Gloves- Twin gloves, when activated they project hard light images of larger fists. Blasters built into the palms

Partner: Bea Steel

Origin: Heracles

Richmond Clay- He has a strategic mind and tends to observe his enemies before engaging them. He plans every move in a battle and is often frustrated by his teammates more headstrong approach.

Appearance: 19 years old. 5ft 10in. Brownish red hair and brown eyes.

Outfit: Clay colored tunic with brown boots and gloves. Armor on forearms and legs. Brown shawl over left shoulder.

Emblem: A shield

Emblem Location: Shawl

Aura Color: Clay

Semblance: Master of all- Masters any combat style he witnesses.

Weapon: Ancient Shield- Arm mounted shield with gun built in. Shield has a hidden dagger for close range combat.

Partner: Elric Limestone

Origin: Gilgamesh

Bea Steel- Always eager for a fight she’s often the first one into the fray. She is skeptical of the motivation of others after being used by a bandit she thought was a friend.

Appearance: 19 years old. 5ft 9in. Short black hair with hazel eyes. Scar along right cheek.

Outfit: Gray boots with silver shorts. Silver top with chest armor. Chainmail armor on legs and arms

Emblem: Her swords crossing blades

Emblem Location:Middle of chest armor

Aura Color: Steel

Semblance: Aura Sword- Charges her swords with aura launching it as beams or as slashing waves

Weapon: Monster’s Bane- Retractable swords on the back of her arms with guns in the tips

Partner: Megara Bronzen

Origin: Beowulf

Elric Limestone- As a result of his semblance he tends to push himself beyond his limits. His teammates scold him for putting himself in such danger as well as for taking unnecessary risks.

Appearance: 19 years old. 6ft 2in. Light blonde hair with red eyes.

Outfit: White boots, red chain design wraps around white pants. White shirt with red crack pattern. Arm guards.

Emblem: His sword surrounded by flame

Emblem Location: Arm guards

Aura Color: Limestone

Semblance: Reforged- When his aura shatters it returns stronger for a few minutes before breaking again. Can be reforged multiple times in a row but this taxes his body greatly.

Weapon: Fafnir’s Fang- Longsword with fire dust built in.

Partner: Richmond Clay

Origin: Sigurd/Siegfried

Other Atlas teams: GEAR, LAZR, BOLT

Shade Headmaster- Otto Dune, A dog faunus, friend and ally of Professor Theodore, he took over after Theodore retired.

Combat instructor- Henry Ferro- He believes that many are too reliant on their semblances and instructs his students to treat their semblance as a last resort instead of a crutch. His own semblance allows him to turn off other semblances temporarily. He is armed with a mighty steam powered hammer.

Origin- John Henry

Animal studies- Rosemary Shepard

Origin- Mary had a little lamp

Team OSIS (oasis)

Oliver Richards- An introvert who believes in preparing for the worst case scenario. At first he would allow his fears to get the better of him but with the help of his team he’s more calm and collected.

Appearance: 18 years old. 5ft 7in. Olive green hair with green eyes. Rooster Faunus- Rooster crest, when his semblance detects danger the crest stands up.

Outfit: Olive green boots and shorts. Open green vest with feather like tassels hanging from the back

Emblem: A rooster head

Emblem Location:Back of vest

Aura Color: Green

Semblance: Danger Sense- Always active, sometimes overreacts to mild danger.

Weapon: Daybreak and Dawn- Twin war fans. When folded act as guns.

Partner: Selena Grey

Origin: Chicken Little

Selena Grey- An extrovert always open to trying new things and exploring new places. She tends to make a new friend everywhere she goes. Anyone who wrongs one of her friends has wronged her.

Appearance: 18 years old 5ft 11in. Brown hair with hazel eyes. Cow Faunus- Cow horns

Outfit: Brown leather boots, cow skin pattern pants. Brown leather jacket over a cow skin pattern shirt.

Emblem: A cow bell

Emblem Location: Badge on jacket

Aura Color: Gray

Semblance: Gravitas- Controls gravity. Can increase or decrease gravity in a localized area.

Weapon: Steer Striker- Two pronged pitchfork with gun in the head between the prongs

Partner: Oliver Richards

Origin: The Cow Jumped over the Moon

Izumi Tentomushi- A technical expert she’s always tinkering and inventing new gadgets. To her dismay she often doesn’t have access to the best tools. She created her weapon, the B.U.G as a child.

Appearance: 18 years old 5ft 4in. Dark red hair to shoulders, maroon eyes. Ladybug Faunus- Ladybug antenna

Outfit: Black crop top with red dots. Unbuttoned red vest over it. Black shorts with red dots. Red goggles with bug eye design. Backpack containing B.U.G

Emblem: A stylized ladybug

Emblem Location:Back of vest

Aura Color: Dark red

Semblance: Bug Burn- Creates ladybugs out of her aura, upon contact they burst into flame.

Weapon: B.U.G- Battle Utility Gear. Ladybug styled drone with camera and laser. Goggle interface.

Partner: Trey Silva

Origin: Ladybug Ladybug Fly Away Home

Trey Silva- Despite being born blind they would receive optical implants that would allow him to see. The implants enhance his vision beyond what his natural vision would have been. Though he will sometimes turn them off to prevent overstimulation.

Appearance: 18 years old 5ft 8in. Short white hair with white eyes. Optical implants are size of reading glasses, when turned on the lens is white. Mouse Faunus- Mouse tail

Outfit: White boots. white shorts with white shirt. White poncho covering his head.

Emblem: A mouse with a double shadow making three

Emblem Location: Shirt

Aura Color: White

Semblance: Triple Trouble- Creates two copies of himself capable of acting independently of himself

Weapon: Triple Threat- Sword that splits into three segments. First third turns into a dagger, second remains a sword, third turns into a gun.

Partner: Izumi Tentomushi

Origin: Three Blind Mice

Other Shade teams: BRIK ,STRM, PTAL Seasons

The current Maidens

Spring- Raven Branwen- After the battle of Haven Raven lost everything, her tribe lost all respect for her, Taiyang rejected her, she had nowhere to go. Eventually she decided she needed to redeem herself and began spying on Salem’s forces delivering vital intel to the heroes.

Summer- July Storms- When the heroes arrived in Vacuo they befriended sisters June and July Storms. They soon discovered that June was the Summer Maiden. During a battle with Cinder June stayed behind to buy the others time to escape. Once they were safe she called down a bolt of lightning to kill her before the powers could be stolen. Her sister was the last one in her thoughts so July gained the powers and has been the Summer Maiden ever since.

Autumn- Emerald Sustrai- In a fit of rage Cinder revealed that she never truly cared for Emerald as anything more than a pawn. Broken Emerald fled Salem’s fortress with Mercury. They joined the heroes to save their own lives from Salem and Cinder’s wrath. During a battle Emerald used her semblance to distract Cinder long enough for Ruby and Jaune to kill her. Her last thoughts were of Emerald so the power of Autumn went to her.

Winter- Penny Polendina- After the fall of Ironwood many Atlesian soldiers who were loyal to him and the ideal that “Atlas Will Prevail” deserted and formed an underground cell known as the Frozen Soldiers. Lead by Harriet now known as Snow Hare (the only Ace-Op who refused to surrender) they will stop at nothing to bring down the other Kingdoms. Penny has devoted much time and effort into stopping their plans.

Mortimer Mono- Mortimer was the first child publicly known to have magic after the God of Darkness returned it to the world. As such he became a celebrity and the first student of the Maidens. He’s since become a student teacher and often joins teams in the field.

Appearance: 21 years old 6ft 2in. Short black hair, blue eyes.

Outfit: Yellow boots, long red pants. White shirt with black jacket over it. White gloves.

Emblem: Three interlocked circles in an upside down triangle

Emblem Location: Back of gloves

Aura Color: Monochrome

Semblance: Imaginary Arsenal- Can call forth a copy of any weapon that has ever existed on Remnant, however he does not gain knowledge of how to use the weapon. As a result he tends to only call forth simple straight forward weapons. The copies are monochrome in color

Weapon: No personal weapon.

Origin: Mickey Mouse

Support spells- Belle Leaf

Origin- Tinkerbell

Team ECPS (eclipse)

Ember Drake- A pragmatic battler, prone to bending the rules to the breaking point. As far as she’s concerned when it comes to battle anything that keeps you alive is allowed.

Appearance: 18 years old 5ft 10in. Bright red hair with orange spikes in a flame pattern. Bright red eyes.

Outfit: Dark red boots, light red leggings with flame pattern, dark red shorts. Light red mesh top with flame pattern over a dark red tube top. Split cape along back, dark red on outside, light red on inside with flame pattern.

Emblem: A dragon shooting flame

Emblem Location:Back of cape

Aura Color: Red

Semblance: Breath of the dragon- Fire breath

Weapon: Dragon’s Staff- A bo staff with dragons carved on it with fire dust. Each end can shoot flame. Splits into twin clubs. When the clubs are focused on a single point they charge a fire ball

Partner: Mike Canary

Origin: Dragons

Mike Canary- Though he lacks in physical strength he is a skilled archer and has incredible accuracy. He prefers to fight foes from a distance rather than up close.

Appearance: 18 years old 5ft 9in. Blonde hair and yellow eyes.

Outfit: Yellow sandals, yellow toga. Yellow handband

Emblem: A stylized canary

Emblem Location:Button on toga

Aura Color: Yellow

Semblance: Siren’s Song- Different volume has different effects. A quieter song will boost the aura of those who can hear it. A louder song results in a sonic scream.

Weapon: Final Reprise- A lyre that turns into a bow and arrow

Partner: Ember Drake

Origin: Siren

Pearl Unos- Kind and caring she loathes hurting other people though she will make an exception if others are in danger. She will sometimes over extend her semblance trying to help as many people as she can.

Appearance: 19 years old 5ft 7in. Pink hair in ponytail, pink eyes.

Outfit: Pink boots, white skirt down to knees with pink leggings. Pink top with white sleeves.

Emblem: A unicorn

Emblem Location:Skirt

Aura Color: White

Semblance: Purification- Purifies and heals others

Weapon: Horn of light- A dagger that extends into a spear with a hard light tip. The tip can be shot off and either reattached or replaced.

Partner: Sora Tori

Origin: Unicorn

Sora Tori- Proud, boastful and arrogant he tends to rub people the wrong way when they meet him. However to those he considers his friends he is loyal to the bitter end.

Appearance: 18 years old 5ft 5in (5ft 10 in with the shoes) short blue hair with blue eyes.

Outfit: Brown platform shoes, blue kimono with armor plating on legs and chest. Arm guards. Bird mask.

Emblem: A whirlwind

Emblem Location:Arm guards and leg armor

Aura Color: Blue

Semblance: Whirlwind Slash- Covers his sword in a whirlwind

Weapon: Kaze Katana

Partner: Pearl Unos

Origin: Tengu

Other Seasons teams: GLTR, EBNY, STAR

Other Teams

Team ARMR is among the best Huntsmen teams in all of Remnant. Lead by Adrian Cotta-Arc their biggest claim to fame was protecting a village from a stampede of Goliaths. Team ARMR is a team many students at the academies wish to be like one day. Off the battle field the team enjoys a mutual romantic relationship with each other. Adrian Cotta-Arc- The leader of Team ARMR Adrian gained the nickname “The Golden Knight” from his semblance’s appearance. He forged his twin swords himself seeking to follow his uncle’s example. Appearance: 23 years old, 6ft 2in. Short black hair, brown eyes. Outfit: Tan cargo pants with silver shirt. Gold and silver armor along legs, chest and arms. Emblem: Two swords crossed over a shield Emblem Location: Center of armor Aura Color: Gold Semblance: Aura Armor- Turns his aura into solid golden armor Weapon: Wave Cutter and Stone Splitter- Twin blades with a gun in the tip. The blades can combine to form the King’s Blade. King’s Blade can be a great sword or a double bladed sword. Partner: Gwendy Roots Origin: King Arthur Gwendy Roots- A free spirited squirrel faunus who is at home in the treetops. Gwendy loves nature and is often bothered by how much progress tends to invade it. Appearance: 24 years old, 6ft. Long brown hair in braids. Hazel eyes. Squirrel tail. Outfit: Brown cargo shorts with brown crop top and green vest. Emblem: Acorn Emblem Location: Back of vest Aura Color: Brown Semblance: Green Thumb- Controls plants and can use her aura to boost their growth. Weapon: Ivy’s Vine- Whip sword Partner: Adrian Cotta-Arc Origin: Queen Guinevere/Hazel the squirrel Meryl Sparx- Eccentric and friendly, Meryl is one of the rare few who were already born when the God Of Darkness returned magic to Remnant gaining the power in the process. Appearance: 23 years old. 5ft 8in. Purple hair in a pixie cut, yellow eyes. Outfit: Purple sleeveless sundress with striped purple stockings. Long purple gloves with star pattern. Emblem: Shooting star Emblem Location: Stockings Aura Color: Purple Semblance: Astral projection- She can project her spirit outside of her body, however it is immaterial and cannot cross a certain distance from her body. Weapon: Shooting Star- A scepter she uses to focus her magic Partner: Lance Riverson Origin: Merlin Lance Riverson- Lance was jealous of Adrian at first due to him being named leader and receiving the credit for victories. In time however he grew to respect Adrian for his strategy and strength. Eventually he confessed how he felt and the team entered their mutual relationship. Appearance: 24 years old. 6ft 5in. Long blue hair to shoulders. Blue eyes. Outfit: Cobalt pants with chainmail sections over it. Cobalt short sleeve shirt with chainmail over it and chainmail sleeves. Cobalt gloves Emblem: A flowing river Emblem Location: Back of gloves Aura Color: Cobalt Semblance: Aura Charge- Channels his aura into any object he is in physical contact with boosting its power. Weapon: Lanceshot- A lance with a shotgun barrel within the tip. Partner: Meryl Sparx Origin: Lancelot

Team MNMT A team of Huntsmen permanently stationed in Mountain Glenn to defend those excavating/rebuilding it.

Montgomery Sarsen- An older huntsman from Atlas who picked this job as a sort of working retirement. To his dismay it’s more work than retirement.

Appearance: 40 years old 6ft 2in. Short gray hair. Brown eyes

Outfit:Light gray vest with dark gray top underneath. Gray cargo shorts with brown boots.

Emblem: Stacked stones

Emblem Location: Back of vest

Aura Color: Gray

Semblance:Stone Avatar- Channels power through stone to create hands and arms, at strongest can create stone avatars to fight alongside him.

Weapon: Drill Dagger- Drill like sword that rotates. Two dust cartridges can be inserted at once for a spiral effect.

Origin: Stonehenge

Nubia Sandstone- A young huntress from Vacuo who grew up exploring ruins and imagining what the people who lived there were like. She enjoys helping the excavating process.

Appearance: 24 years old 5ft 6in. Brown hair in braids. Brown eyes. Outfit: Yellow Crop Top with Yellow shorts. White body wraps cover most of her torso and parts of her arms and legs. Emblem: A symbol resembling the Eye of Horus Emblem Location: Both legs of her shorts Aura Color: Sandy Yellow Semblance: Sandstorm- Allows her to control sand, she cannot create sand so she carries jars of it. Weapon: Shifting Sands- A staff that doubles as whip. Has a gun built into the tip. Origin: Pyramids

Frida Mint- A huntress from Vale with a background in engineering. She volunteered for this assignment to help rebuild the city better and safer than before.

Appearance: 27 years old 5ft 4in. Light green hair in ponytail, dark green eyes.

Outfit: Spiked tiara. Green sandals, light green dress with dark green cloak over it.

Emblem: A burning torch

Emblem Location: Back of cloak Aura Color: Mint green

Semblance: Pyro- Can control and manipulate flames but cannot produce them

Weapon: Scorch Torch- A torch infused with fire dust that converts into a gun that shoots fire dust bullets.

Origin: Statue of Liberty

Ta-Kai Zongse- A huntsman from Mistral who is the descendant of some of the lucky few who managed to escape from the doomed city in its final days. He volunteered for the assignment in hopes of finding closure for the family left behind.

Appearance: 19 years old 5ft 5in. Light brown short hair, brown eyes

Outfit: Brown boots with dark brown shorts. Button up light brown top.

Emblem: Wall

Emblem Location: Back of shirt

Aura Color: Light brown

Semblance: Barrier Wall- Creates walls of aura.

Weapon: Modular Staff- one end gun other end can form hard light weapons, blade, ax, claw, etc

Origin: Great Wall of China

A few years later:

DUSK Baise Dewei - Dewei is very protective of others to the point of putting himself between them and danger trusting his semblance to protect him. He tends to overestimate how much he can handle and underestimate how much his teammates can handle leading them to consider him over protective. Appearance: 15 years old. 5ft 3in. White hair, grey eyes. Outfit: White kimono with gold trim, sash and belt. White shorts with gold trim. White boots. Emblem: Prism Emblem Location: Sash Aura Color: White Semblance: Invulnerable- Invulnerable to any attack they see coming. Weapon: Prism Breaker- Short sword, handle extends to form spear, gun in hilt Partner: Lapis Urbain Origin: Five Chinese Brothers Lapis Urbain- Lapis is highly determined, once she sets her mind on a goal nothing less than success will satisfy her. Though she does sometimes get tunnel vision requiring her partner to cover her back. Appearance: 15 years old. 5ft 4in. Brown hair, blue eyes. Outfit: Blue overalls with light blue top underneath. Blue cloth hat engineer style. Light blue handkerchief. Emblem: Front of a train engine Emblem Location: Hat Aura Color: Blue Semblance: Engine Charge- Charges her aura as they run mowing down anything in their path. Weapon: Punching Pistons- Piston like gloves that boost punching power. Built in guns. Partner: Baise Dewei Origin: The Little Engine that Could Sunny Pine- Sunny is serious and task orientated, always trying to think about the mission at hand. He often attempts to reign in Kiriko’s pranks and keep her focused. Appearance: 15 years old, 5ft 3in. Dirty brown hair brown eyes. Outfit: Red toga with upper left of chest uncovered revealing gold top underneath. Red shorts with gold trim. Crimson gloves and boots. Crimson headband. Emblem: Stylized sun Emblem Location: Headband Aura Color: Crimson Semblance: Aura Sight- Can see aura, can also be used to detect Grimm by their lack of aura. Weapon: Solar Shields- Twin sun shaped shields which shoot disks of dust. Partner: Kiriko Bark Origin: Apollo Kiriko Bark- A trickster who loves pranks. Though Kiriko would never pull them on missions she does require some reminding to keep her mind focused. It often falls to Sunny to do so. Appearance: 15 years old. 5ft 4in. Brown hair, brown eyes. Racoon Faunus, racoon tail. Outfit: Brown short sleeve top with elbow length brown and white striped gloves. Tan shorts with knee high brown and white striped socks. Brown boots. Emblem: A smiling racoon Emblem Location: Back Aura Color: Brown Semblance: Tanuki Trickery- Disguises herself as any object, masking emotions and aura. However she cannot copy the function of an object and her tail is always visible. Weapon: Pogoagogo- Pogo stick that doubles as a rifle. Can shoot while hopping or convert into full rifle. Partner: Sunny Pine Origin: Tanuki

OPAL

Ophelia Oakley- Ophelia is honest to a fault. She’ll tell the truth to someone even if it hurts resulting in many considering her blunt. As a result of her semblance being always active it’s hard to hide things from her.

Appearance: 15 years old. 5ft 2in. green hair, green eyes, pigtails, one with gold ribbon, the other silver

Outfit: Dark green sleeveless top with dark green shorts. Gold armbands with silver trim and silver leg guards with gold trim.

Emblem: Crossed axes

Emblem Location: Chest

Aura Color: Dark green

Semblance: True Sight- Can see the truth, seeing through illusions. As it evolves she can sense lies.

Weapon: Silver Truth and Golden Honesty- Twin axes with a gun in the head of each. Can combine into a double headed axe.

Partner: Lewis Almond

Origin: The Honest Woodcutter

Titus Pear- Titus is a gentle giant. After an incident in his childhood he made a vow to never attack another person again. Thus he tends to focus his strength on the creatures of Grimm leaving any human threats to his teammates to deal with.

Appearance: 15 years old. 5ft 7in. Black hair, light green eyes.

Outfit: Light green shirt with dark green vest. Light green pants with dark green boots.

Emblem: A silhouette of a person

Emblem Location: Back

Aura Color: Light green

Semblance: Gigant- His aura grows into a giant humanoid that mimics his movements, the larger the giant grows the more aura required.

Weapon: Giant’s Hammer- A hammer that can be charged by dust to create shockwaves

Partner: Luna Pine

Origin: The BFG

Lewis Almond- Lewis is extremely punctual, when he makes a schedule he’ll stick with it. He tries to keep the other members of his team on schedule to varying degrees of success.

Appearance: 15 years old. 5ft 5 in. Blonde hair, grey eyes Rabbit Faunus- Rabbit feet

Outfit: White button up top with black vest and white jacket. White pants.

Emblem: A stopwatch

Emblem Location: Back of jacket

Aura Color: White

Semblance: Time Out- Freezes time for fine minutes max. Time frozen is impacted by size and number of targets in the field. When the semblance is turned off time snaps forward to match the rest of the world.

Weapon: Timekeeper- Stopwatch that doubles as a yo-yo, can be charged by dust

Partner: Ophelia Oakley

Origin: White Rabbit

Luna Pine- Luna is kindhearted and gentle. Due to her semblance she is often uncomfortable in large groups and prefers to be alone or with smaller groups of friends.

Appearance: 15 years old. 5ft 3in. Dirty brown hair in ponytail, brown eyes.

Outfit: Blue toga with upper right of chest uncovered revealing silver top underneath. Blue shorts with silver trim. Navy gloves and boots. Navy headband.

Emblem: Stylized moon

Emblem Location: Headband

Aura Color: Navy

Semblance: Reading Motion- Can read body movement. With practice she can predict an opponents next move.

Weapon: Lunar Staff- Long handled double sickle which unfolds into longbow.

Partner: Titus Pear

Origin: Artemis

#rwby #rwby ocs #long post

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@smurfyday 7 mesi fa Robin Tunney's acting is so amazing here. I once took a theater class and the instructor told us reacting when you're not speaking is harder than speaking, but critical to a performance's success. We can tell from Robin's facial expression every thought she was having. Happiness at seeing the ring off, shocked at his explanation, surprise he brought out the ring again, sadness at his mention of the past, perplexity at how it's related to their future, dawn of thought that he was talking about marriage, rendered speechless by the actual words…

@tashrif46 9 mesi fa (modificato) Blake Neely deserves a lot of credit for the score for this scene. Really heightened the emotions for the scene. And 80% of the acting was done by Robin Tunney's eyes. They planted the seeds when Jane first said 'I love you' in the fake shooting during Season 4's finale. And they played it out beautifully.

@philtucker1224 1 anno fa I get the impression that those on-screen kisses took no effort 🥰

@amyw8977 1 anno fa This has to be one of the most sweet and tender scenes of the entire series. For Jane to open himself up to Lisbon in this moment~fully opening his heart to her is so beautiful. And I love how the ring became a symbol of not only his past marriage and the tragedy that unfolded~but it became a symbol of redemption because it led Jane to Lisbon. I just ADORE how this show wrapped up. The redemption story of Patrick Jane and also, the incredible Agent Teresa Lisbon. For her constant love for him through the series, in all the good and bad…I just LOVE how it ended with them together and happy!

@HeVn7LaO 1 anno fa (modificato) I just realized that Jane and Lisbon have two different love languages. Jane is “giving gifts” and Lisbon is “acts of service”. And probably that’s the reason why Jane constantly adorns Lisbon with jewelry. Clearly, there is an attraction there since the beginning shown by the gifting. I think it stems from childhood where he is born in poverty and instability. The only thing that is stable is the idea of money and wealth. He always crave that stability and thus married young and constantly cons people for money. On the other hand, Lisbon’s act of service is shown in her constant efforts to save Jane’s ass as well as her team. I think this was brought by her hard childhood when she has to act as a parent, a nurturer. Like a parent, she showed love to her brothers by taking care of them. What is interesting is the gifts Jane gave in the beginning and the things Lisbon is willing to do for Jane shows their gradual love (that is why it doesn’t feel fake or forced in the story, in my opinion, a natural transition). Jane initially gives jewelry (superficial) and obviously Lisbon won’t appreciate as much because of her love language. But as they went through each episode Jane’s gifts become more personalized and more intimate. Also, the more that he was close with Lisbon the more the gifts he gave were made with much more effort e.g. the house — literally a physical gift but was made with so much effort that someone whose love language is “acts of service” will truly appreciate. Also, the wedding ring…it wasn’t just any gold ring it meant the first time Lisbon helped him. It was so much effort to finally let go of his past, and start anew. On the other hand, Lisbon was seen in flashback to be so hesitant to help Jane…she doesn’t trust Jane. And, she is almost annoyed to be even entertaining him using her work time. As times progressed, the more she rely on him and the bigger risks she takes to ensure that she can help Jane and those people around her. Suprisingly enough, towards the later seasons she can be seen giving gifts that means a lot to Jane. A good example of this was the sock and Jane’s favorite tea cup. You can already see that she loves her enough to understand unconsciously that Jane loves stuff. She got the socks that he likes. With her “acts of service” put together a broken cup for Jane. Lastly, her being pregnant got to be the greatest gift of all especially to someone who lost everything. I like how unconsciously their love for each other grew. Very natural and rarely seen in TV these days. Also, the paper frog from Jane, I think is a clue that Lisbon will be someone truly important to Jane. You can see that origami can only be made with hands and with effort and time. A perfect example of both love languages being shown physically.

@cestwhat3873 2 anni fa Sweet moment…nice that Jane was finally able to reach a point where he was able to move on and was no longer afraid to let someone share the rest of his life…and wonderful for Lisbon to know, that he'd never run away from her again.

@marcelohughes 3 anni fa Many of their scenes were made with Simon and Robin own feelings. They are very good friends and Director just shoot what they were feeling. Sorry about my english. What I want to say is that they are honest, real..and this scene it's a beautiful proove of it.

@Gaby000999 3 anni fa Teresa has been dying to hear those words ever since probably season 5; so yeah, amazing moment. Now this is a beautiful proposal. Just a couple on a regular day doing regular things. I love how two people that didn't know how to love came together and found how to love again, and in the process found themselves. Bravo Heller! You made an amazing thing with this characters.

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okmcintyre · 3 years

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Top 10 Fictional Fathers

Shoutout to @harpermiller who I shamelessly borrowed this idea from! Loved your choices!!

In no particular order...

1. David Miller, The 100

He gave up his spot in the bunker to make sure Nathan survived, and all of their scenes together were super heartwarming!

2. Tor Lemkin, The 100

Sorry to start of Sunday by breaking everyone's heart, but he deserves a top spot on the list

3. David Nolan, OUAT

He didn't get to really be a father to Emma until she was grown, but it was so sweet watching him waste no time in making up for that.

4. Jack Gellar, Friends

Judy and Jack don't get enough credit for being some of the most supportive parents of the Friends. Little moments like when he suggests Ross take Rachel to the Prom, visits Monica after she breaks up with Richard, gives her the Porsche after the garage floods in her boxes: he really tried to be a good dad!

5. Walter Bishop, Fringe

Watching he and Peter was one of my favourite parts of Fringe. Walter was so much fun to watch, in his own right, but the rocky relationship he had with Peter added a lot of depth to their story. And the way they grew so much closer by the end of the show was *chef's kiss*. Adorable!

6. Luke Danes, Gilmore Girls

Acknowledging that he was actually Jess's uncle, he was more of a father figure during those key years than his own flesh and blood. He was there for Rory whenever she needed him... Luke earns his spot on this list for exceptional dad!energy!

7. Jack Pearson, This is Us

I'm behind on this show, but the whole story is basically the legacy that Jack & Rebecca built when they became parents. Big fan!

8. Tony Micelli, Who's the Boss

He uprooted himself and took a job as a Housekeeper to give his daughter a better life! He might not have been the perfect Dad, but he would give anything for Sam (and Johnathan!)

9. Joe West, The Flash

Not only is Joe (1) supportive dad who stans both Barry and Iris (and Wally and Jenna) but he always tries to be there for everyone around him when they need help. So glad he's part of that show!

10. Dale Yorkes, Runaways

In a show that was the epitome of 'adults making poor decisions that effect their kids', I think he was one of the ones who earnestly tried to put his kids first, when push came to shove. (Looking at that time he kidnapped Gert to protect her from his crazed wife 😅💙)

✨ Honourable mention to Bellamy Blake who never had children of his own, but was definitely a Dad to a hundred delinquent!children! and I truly believe would've adopted Madi if he could've!

#the 100 #ouat #friends #fringe #gilmore girls #this is us #who's the boss #the flash #runaways #tv dads #tag game #Happy Father's Day!#(& marcus kane was SO close to making this list bc wowza Dad!Energy!!)

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Salad

So... in the BBB discoed server, @thategghead mentioned that they suspect that you could give me the prompt of “salad” and I’d either come up with gay pining or angst.

I took that as a challenge.

Enjoy 😊

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“Blake? Honey? Are you okay? You’ve barely touched your food.”

“Huh?” Blake jumped and blinked up at her mother. Kali gazed at her with kind, worried amber eyes, her ears pinning slightly as she looked at her daughter. “...yeah. I’m fine, mum. I’m just tired.” Blake picked at her salad, shifting it around her plate despondently.

“... Blake. You know that we love you dearly. You can talk to us.” Kali said softly, as she reached across the table and grasped Blake's hand. Blake’s father had gone into town and Sun was running errands for Kali so lunch was just the two women and Blake knew that there would be no getting out of this conversation. “Please don’t shut us out, sweetie.”

“I… don’t know what you want me to say.” Blake huffed softly, stabbing a piece of lettuce and dropping her fork.

“I want you to tell me what’s wrong with my baby girl.” Kali said gently. “I’m your mother. I… didn’t do nearly enough to protect you from that monster… and I will always regret not doing more. But I can be here for you now.”

“I- mum.” Blake’s voice cracked as she bowed her head, ashamed that she just kept hurting people. “It’s not your fault. It was mine. I-“

“Blake Belladonna, don’t you dare finish that thought.” Kali warned, gripping Blake’s wrist with a gentle firmness. “It was not your fault. You were a child. A child that was manipulated and tricked. You’re a victim, Sweetie. You’ve been hurt. How could that possibly be your fault?”

“... because I’m toxic. All I do is hurt people.”

“Is that what you know or is that what he told you?”

“What- What do you mean?” Blake asked, tilting her head in confusion at her mother.

“The way you talk about yourself. Is that the truth or is that the reality that Adam made you see?” Kali asked softly, gazing into her daughter’s eyes. “Is that how we all see you or is that what he made you believe?”

“I- I don’t-“

“You’re only eighteen years old, Blake. You’re so young and yet, you’ve gone through so much.” Kali sniffed, smiling a watery smile at Blake. “You’ve grown up to be such a capable, brave and intelligent young lady, even without us. Your father and I are so proud of you.”

“Mum- I’m not-“ Blake struggled for a moment before ducking her head, tears entering her eyes as her mother gently rubbed her hand. “Thank you.”

“We’re your parents, baby girl.” Kali said softly. “We want you to know that you can talk to us. About anything.”

“...right.” Blake mumbled, looking at her salad and swallowing thickly. “Can… I ask you something?”

“Of course, sweetie.”

“I left someone behind. Back in Vale.” Blake said, her ears pinning against her head as memories of watching Yang be piled into a stretcher, the remains of her right arm bleeding through her bandage. “She got hurt trying to protect me.”

“Is this Yang? Sun’s told me a great deal about her.”

“Of course he did.” Blake muttered, her irritation at her friend spiking once more.

“She sounds like a very special young woman.” Kali said, tilting her head curiously at Blake. “Would it be correct to assume that she’s important to you?”

“... is Yang important to me?” Blake echoed, her eyes welling up with tears once more, her right hand clutching her left bicep anxiously. “Mum, I can't even begin to describe how important she is.”

“Then why leave?”

“Because it’s my fault she got hurt. Adam would just keep going after her and… she didn’t deserve that. She deserves better than me.” Blake choked out, her shoulders shaking as she fought to keep control of her emotions. “She’s smart and charming and the sweetest person I’ve ever met. She’d always get this- this twinkle in her eyes before saying some dumb pun that always made me laugh. She was always so warm and kind and beautiful and-“

“Oh.” There was a smile in Kali’s voice that made Blake look up to see her mother shaking her head with a small smile.

“What? What’s “oh?”

“Blake. You love her.” Kali said gently, smiling softly at Blake as she froze. “It’s okay, sweetie. You’re allowed to love her. You deserve to. And you deserve love in return.”

“She doesn’t- she hates me!”

“Do you know that for a fact?”

“She’s been hurt before and I’ve just left another scar!”

“But how do you know that she hates you?” Kali insisted, her voice firm. “Yes, She’s probably hurt. But hurt doesn’t equal hatred.”

“But… how can I ever face her again after what I did?”

“Because you have more courage than you give yourself credit for, my fierce little panther cub.” Kali cooed as she stood and walked over to Blake and pulled her into a soft hug.

“Mum! I’m not a little girl!” Blake sniffed, turning to bury her face into her mother’s shoulder despite her words.

“That doesn’t change the fact that you’ll always be my fierce little panther cub.” Kali said. “And I know that, when the time calls for it, you’ll do what you feel in your heart is best.”

“... I miss her.” Blake finally said out loud, her voice breaking as she clung to mother, feeling like a lost and scared little girl once more.

“Oh sweetie.” Kali whispered. “I’m sure that she misses you too. I may not know a lot about her, but it sounds like you’re pretty special to her too.”

“She- She always made me feel like that.” Blake sniffed, allowing her mother to pet her head like she used to after Blake had a nightmare as a child. “Like… she could see something I couldn’t.”

“And maybe she did. And maybe she still does.” Kali said quietly. “But Blake? Sweetheart? You’ll never know if you don’t try. I know it’s scary but have you thought about tracking her down?”

“What if she doesn’t want to see me?”

“Then at least you can say that you tried. Do you think you could live with yourself, constantly wondering about what have happened had you just tried to talk to her?”

“... no.”

“So… what are you going to do?”

“I think-“ Blake inhaled deeply and made up her mind, knowing what she had to do. “I think that, after we’ve sorted out Haven and Adam…. that I’m going to take a trip to Patch.”

It might result in her heart breaking in a new way, but Blake knew that she had to do this. For herself and for Yang.

#bumbleby #my writing #yang xiao long #fanfic #rwby #blake belladonna

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“Love in _____ “ series

❀ chapter 3: reader x jaemin

❀ forbidden love

❀ alerts: fluff, tinge of angst, language, suggestive, making out, i do not speak fluent french whatsoever, please forgive the mistakes, mentions of the dreamies

❀ song rec: “paris” by sabrina carpenter

“Love in Paris”

You’re surprised how you managed to make it this far. When you first told your parents that you wanted to move to Paris, they shot you down even before you finished. You told them you wanted to live by yourself to experience independence in a cultural epicenter and have some type of outlet to practice your french skills. Not that you were an expert in any way. Several days later, your father convinced your mother that it would be a good way to see the world and live in an environment that was different from your dull, quiet neighborhood. Before you knew it, you were on a one-way plane to Paris, France.

Several months later

Thankfully, you were pretty decent at your french skills without butchering the accent you had to adopt when speaking. You got a job at a nearby cafe that was close to your studio apartment but you couldn’t feel any happier. Despite having such a small room, you adored it. All you had was a small bed, a wooden vanity, a mirror, and a few belongings from home. Every morning, you’d wake up to the honey-colored window next to your bed as you hung your arms out of it- looking at the Eiffel tower that scraped against the dawn sky. It was like you were living in a painting, the way that the sky turned a light shade of lilac during twilight or how the city glowed in the late hours of the night. In the mornings, you’d always pick up a bouquet of pansies in the market that resided in the Jardin des Tuileries. You’d place the flowers in a crystal glass that you found in some vintage store in passing, you considered it your best investment. During the night time, you always felt yourself relaxing with the sound of occasional car honks or the buskers playing their accordions on the streets. You’d put your headphones on to play some soft music, swirling a glass of red wine that sat in your hand. Over the first few weeks of coming there, you mostly stuck to your day to day routine rather than exploring Paris for yourself. When you had the time, you promised that you would scour the city by every corner and alley. You just had to earn your rent money first.

You actually found the boulangerie by accident. You made a wrong turn somewhere and discovered a quaint, two story bakery that was called, “Claudette’s.” By chance, you decided to follow the comforting scent of fresh bread and honey-glazed pastries, an older woman who wore a chiffon skirt smiled at you. The establishment only had a couple customers in it, she made her way around the corner, “Comment puis-je vous aider madame?”

You answered her, “Embauchez- vous?”

“Oui.”

You walked closer to her, shaking her hand, “Je voudrais travailler ici. Parlez vous anglais?”

“Oui, un peu.”

“Merci.”

Though you could speak french without many problems, you still preferred speaking in english. You’re grateful that the woman was willing to cooperate with you. She eyed you curiously. She seemed like a character straight out of a novel as her hair piled into a messy bun of white, her apron is embroidered with tiny blossoms, and she looked extremely young for how old she actually was. In a heavy french accent she spoke to you, “Are you new in Paris?”

“I am, since a few months ago.”

“What- er, why work at my shoppe?”

Though the job is to make money, you really did want to experience the life of working in a bakery. You always were interested in how to make coffee or how to ice cakes and back home, you just couldn’t. You continue, “I want to learn from you, mademoiselle.”

“Call me Claudette, welcome.”

After your encounter with Claudette, you had been in Paris for nearly a year. Time flew by and you hadn’t even noticed. You were comfortable after trying and failing to make french-foam macchiatos, mixing up people’s orders, and getting the texture of the pastries right. You were thankful that Claudette was patient with you.

Like every other Monday morning, you swung the sign that hung on the bakery’s door to open, taking the morning rush on by yourself. Claudette entrusted the shoppe to you when she needed to sort out inventory or go on errands. You didn’t mind that, knowing your customers’ names, conversations about their lives. When you finally got to the end of the line, a peculiar customer had stepped foot through the doorway. He seemed to be taller than you, dressed in a white t-shirt and a blue blazer with matching pants to go with it. The odd part was that you couldn’t clearly see his face as it was covered with a black scarf, hat, and blake sunglasses. Why did it seem like he was trying to hide his face? You asked him, “Comment puis-je vous aider?”

“Je voudrais un expresso, pas de lait.”

“Donc tout noir?”

“Huh?” Despite the dark shades over his eyes, you could still sense the boy’s confusion in his voice. You took your chances, “Are you fluent in english?”

“I sure am.”

You nod at him skeptically, “I was asking if you were sure you wanted all black, that’s a lot of caffeine.”

He raises an eyebrow at you, his voice muffled under his scarf, “Are you questioning my refined tastes?”

“Uh- no sir. That is not my intention. But, don’t say that I didn’t warn you.”

The boy pulls out his credit card as he darts his eyes around the cafe. Like he insists, you serve him his tiny cup of all black espresso, you even grimace at the heavy scent despite working with coffee for so long. He wasn’t kidding, he had gulped it down like it was nothing- your eyes widening at the sight. He smiled, his scarf still wrapped around his face. “I’d like another please.”

You eye him incredulously, “More? really?”

“Yes, that’s what I said miss..”

“Y/n. It’s y/n.”

“Your establishment is quite the place. You’ll be seeing me here often.”

Trying your best to smile at him, “I look forward to it.” You walk back to the counter, packing sweets for the next customer as you watch the boy gaze out the window. Even his posture seemed so formulaic due to the way he crossed in legs in a prim-proper way, dainty fingers stirring his half-full espresso shot. When you get around to the boy’s third espresso, your surge of confidence makes you lean down at him, “You asked my name, isn’t it right that I know yours?”

He slides his shades down slightly, his eyes a dark brown, “Oh, don’t worry y/n. You’ll be seeing plenty of me that you won’t forget my name.”

He places a large bill on the table, winking at you, “Keep the change, y/n. You deserve it for working so hard.”

He struts out the door, leaving you just as confused as you felt when he first walked in. Who was that? And why was he acting so mysteriously? Throughout the day, you hadn’t thought about him after being so busy taking orders and fulfilling them.

To your surprise, the same boy came the next day around noon. You could tell by his odd disguise that contrasted with his crisp, white suit- his voice in a lower octave than yesterday. He whispered, “I’d like another espresso and a croissant please.”

You typed up his total on the register, two girls whispering behind him in line. He sat at one of the tables before one of the girls could tap on his shoulder, her expression falling when he walked away. When you set down his cup, you eye him carefully, “If you want more espressos, you’ll have to tell me what’s going on.”

He rests his chin on his hand before yanking his scarf down, “In what obligation do I have to do that? Isn’t it called customer confidentiality?”

“Not if you’re causing a disturbance. You look so suspicious right now!”

A scowl is scribbled on the boy’s face, some pink hair sticking out of his dark bucket hat, “Do you have anywhere private?”

“Follow me.” You lead him to your back stock room, his proximity too close for comfort. His eyes dart from the front of the store and back to you, his hand ripping off his mysterious ensemble. The boy finally reveals his face, a beautiful one at that. The locks that sit at the top of his head curl on his forehead are a shade of bubblegum pink, his lashes accent his eyes attractively, and his cheekbones accentuate his boyish charm. The boy smiles at you, his teeth shining through his pink lips, “You can’t tell anyone that I’m me.”

You stare back at him, “Who exactly are you?”

The boy dramatically runs a hand through his pink hair, “You don’t know who I am?”

“Should I?”

He sighs, “I’m Jaemin Na.”

You don’t catch on. Instead, you look down into space, catching a sight of Claudette’s magazine pile- a picture of a pink-haired boy on the front cover.

“Wait a minute-”

You grab the magazine hastily, holding it up next to the boy’s face, “Y-you’re Jaemin Na?”

He smiles brightly at you, “The one and only.” You rub your fingers against your chin, “Wait, what do you do exactly?”

Jaemin sighs at you, resting a hand on the wall near your head, “Listen sweetie, I’m the son of the Na family- consuls to the royal family of Versailles. I stay in the palace.”

“Ohh- so you’re a rich elitist boy?”

“Well- I guess you could put it that way.”

You scan him up and down curiously, “Well that explains the lame disguise. I’m sure girls would try to maul you. If it’s so much work, why don’t you just have one of the palace people make you coffee? Why bother coming here?”

Jaemin scrunches his nose, “Well I don’t appreciate the insult and I also hate to admit that no one makes coffee like you do- that’s why I started sneaking out and coming here. Don’t take too much credit though.”

Rolling your eyes at him, you smirk, “For someone who sits on their butt in the palace all day, you sure drink a lot of coffee, you should see a doctor.”

Jaemin smoothes down the fabric of his white vest jacket before covering his face with the scarf again, “My taste buds and stomach lining are perfectly fine, thank you very much.”

Shoving his bucket hat over his eyes, he storms out of the shoppe- leaving you with an amused grin on your face. The next day, Jaemin came once again. You asked him, “one espresso shot coming right up.”

Your fingers nimbly move on the register’s keyboard, a hand flying across it without any thought. You bring Jaemin his espresso cup, setting it down on a dainty white saucer in front of him, “Here’s your black coffee of death. Enjoy.”

You swivel back around, only to be stopped by the sound of Jaemin’s voice, “Hold it. Not so fast.”

“What is it now?”

“I never said I wanted an espresso- it’s a lavender latte kind of day.”

You step closer to him, your eyes widened like disks, “But you didn’t stop me at the counter? You always get an espresso- all black?”

“Not today. Plus, you only assumed and never thought to ask.”

You resist the urge to slap Jaemin square in the face, he was acting like a spoiled, conceited child. You eye him sternly, “Are you going to waste that?”

Jaemin bats his eyelashes at you, swinging the fabric of his scarf over his shoulder, “Well I certainly am not going to have an espresso today. I take that as a yes?”

You feel your eyes roll back into your head, you’re surprised they don’t turn inside out. Grumbling, you march away with the espresso in your hand- dumping it into the sink drain as Jaemin smiles an amused grin. You come back to him, a menu in hand, “What do you want and make the choice good because I won’t do this.”

Jaemin raises his eyebrow at you, “Isn’t that your job? Customer knows what’s best?”

Scoffing, you smash your fist on the table, “Don’t do this Jaemin or you’ll regret it.”

The pink haired boy narrows his eyes at you through his pretentious sunglasses, “I’d like a lavender latte- make it oat milk. I don’t digest dairy well.” Heading back to the counter, you whip up the drink, layering a mint-berry compote and oat milk as you strategically place a lavender stem at the top of it. You stand back to admire the perfection of the drink, the purple gradient blends into a cloud of white. When you place it onto the table in front of Jaemin, he takes a sip of the drink as you wait for his reaction. He uses his index finger to motion you closer to him, your feet moving on their own.

“Well, how is it?”

A bright smile lights up his face, his white teeth gleaming between his lips, “It’s good but you need to come closer.”

You do as he says, his eyes flickering to your lips- you feel his breath on your face. Is he about to kiss you right now? He darts his eyes from your lips to your eyes. The fast-pace of your heartbeat skyrockets before it ends suddenly, Jaemin smacking his lips before whispering at you, “The oat milk could be a little less nutty.”

You break the tension, launching back from you, “Are you kidding me right now?”

Jaemin gives you a cheshire cat-like grin, “Yes but not to fear, I’ll still drink this since you worked so very hard on it.”

You raise your cloth rag at him, stopping your hand just before the crown of his head- your brows creased with distress. Before this, you had never dealt with such a difficult customer before. Your voice is laced with irritation, “Do you enjoy this?”

“Oh, so very much. I hope you don’t miss me, I’ll be back at the same time tomorrow.”

Grabbing his book sack, Jaemin heads out the door, leaving you alone to be irritated. Like he promises, Jaemin is back the next day. The whole evening after yesterday, you spent taking note of every trap Jaemin would set for you- there was no way he was going to get you this time. When he steps up to the register, you try to sound as polite as possible.

“Welcome to Claudette’s. What would you like to order?”

He nods at you, clicking his tongue at the same time, “Let’s go with the caramel frappuccino, no whipped cream or foam please.”

After he pays, you skillfully make the drink right in front of him, carefully measuring the correct proportions of every ingredient. He places his fingers on his chin, one hand on his hip in a taunting manner, “This is so fascinating to watch y/n. You’re truly the master of beverage arts.” You scoff, pushing the finished drink to him, “Try that.”

When he takes a sip, his eyes sparkle with pleasure as he visibly shudders, “Well, I am pleased to say that you have passed the frappuccino test except for one thing.”

“What now?”

“The straw is upside down.”

You groan, slapping a palm to your forehead, “You’ve got to be kidding me Jaemin.”

Before Jaemin can answer you, you hear a familiar voice from the back of the stock room and you feel a hand sit on your shoulder, “Are you satisfied with miss y/n’s services sir?”

You whip around to be met with Claudette towering above you, her lips graced with a fond smile. Jaemin clears his throat before answering her, “She’s doing great but she’s having so trouble accepting constructive criticism.”

You stare back at him, gritting your teeth, “What are you talking about? I just-”

Claudette pats you on the head, “Maintenant, maintenant petit pan, what do I say?”

Respectfully, you repeat after her, “Customer always knows best.”

Jaemin adds, “I was just telling her that the straw was upside down just so that she doesn’t do this to other customers.”

“Oui Monsieur! Learn from the customer, y/n, it’ll make you a better worker and person.”

Jaemin lets out a hearty laugh from over the rim of his maroon scarf, “Other than that, she’s great.”

Glaring at him, you look up to Claudette who’s smiling at him, “I see that you come almost every day monsieur, thank you for enjoying my shoppe. Merci beaucoup!”

He smiles back at her, “It’s because of y/n.”

You feel your breath hitch at your throat when you hear Jaemin’s words, how can he say things so casually? You want to believe he’s saying these things to get under your skin again, you can’t seem to predict the pattern of his ways.

Claudette practically jumps out of her skin, her hands clapping wildly, “l'amour est dans l'air! Y/n, you need a break right now- let this nice man take you out for some air.”

Waving your hands in front of you, you shake your head at your boss, “Claudette, please. I need to look after the shop in case of more customers and I-”

The older woman cuts you off, “Nonsense! You’ve been working too hard since I’ve been out! You’re done for today! Out!”

Claudette holds out her hand to you to hand over your apron, an amused smile on her face. After you hand it to her, you gather your belongings from the stockroom before breezing past Jaemin out the door. You turn back to Claudette for affirmation, she’s always trying to shoo you out when she thinks you’ve worked for so long. You don’t mind her motherly aura. It makes you miss your own mother. You begin walking down the street towards your apartment, your bag slung over your shoulder.

“Wait up! y/n!”

You turn around to be met with a huffing Jaemin, “Where are you going?”

Sighing, you say, “What does it look like? Home obviously?”

Jaemin holds up a finger so he can catch his breath, were you walking that fast? He says, “Why don't you spend the day with me?”

“Yeah, after you embarrassed me in front of my boss? No way, I’ll pass.”

Turning around, you continue to walk until Jaemin runs in front of you, holding his hands as if he’s going to entrap you if you try to make a run for it, “Please, let me make it up to you.”

You eye Jaemin skeptically, “Why? What would you get out of that?”

“Can you just trust me?”

Scoffing, you try to get more steps in until you’re halted by Jaemin once again, “I promise, if you spend the day with me, I won’t bother you about coffee or upside down straws again!”

You gaze at him, your eyes searching for some malicious sign. When you don’t find any, a smile creeps on to your face, “You better stick to your word Jaemin Na or else!”

The first several minutes of walking next to each other make you cringe from the awkwardness. You steal a glance at Jaemin who’s messing with the rim of his bucket hat, the accessory covering his eyes, “So, where are we going?”

He answers you plainly, “Have you been around the city?”

You rub the back of your neck, “I’ll have to admit, I haven’t been around much.”

He stuffs his scarf into his book bag, the sun too hot for the thick fabric, “No worries, I have a plan. Prepared to be amazed out of your mind.”

You let Jaemin guide you to the plaza of the Louvre, the glass pyramid reflecting the sunlight into a million rainbows. People stand in front of the water structure that it sits on, the water is like a pristine mirror that catches even the most subtle details. You had seen the Louvre in travel books and magazines but never in person, “Are we going to the Louvre?!”

“Nope, that can be for another day. I have something even better.”

Jaemin walks over to a man who stands by a red cart, they converse in basic french before the man hands Jaemin two wristbands. He puts his on, motioning for you to do the same. A big red tourist bus pulls over by the front of the Louvre, “All aboard the passengers! tous à bord du bus!”

Without a second thought, Jaemin takes you by the hand before hosting you onto the bus as you both dash up to the second story of the double-decker. You take a seat at the very front, Jaemin’s shoulder touching yours. You try to wave away the tingle you feel when he brushes against you, his cologne smells of fresh pine needles and mint. A skinny teenager dressed in a striped shirt wears a beret at the top of his head smiles at you, extending a fake rose to you. Hesitantly, you take it while smiling back at him.

“Bienvenue à bord! My name is Pierre and I will be your guide to your journey across the city of love, city of the la romance! Let’s begin!”

Within a few hours, you had already seen so much. You felt like you were on cloud 9 when you stood up on your seat as you passed under the Arc de Triomphe, Jaemin resting his hands on your waist to keep you stable. You don’t resist him. He watches you with adoring eyes, “Look like someone’s having too much fun!”

You look down at him, “How can you not?!”

The bus speeds over the Pont Neuf, the oldest bridge in Paris that crosses over the Seine, Jaemin pointing out the ducks that float on the banks of it. You laugh as Jaemin takes your rose, putting it in between his lips in order to make you giggle in which you do because he grimaces as a thorn pokes his lip. You swerve with the bus as the driver maneuvers it through Place de la Concorde, the spot where the French Revolution took place. When Pierre told you fun facts about Marie Antoinette, Jaemin would scream at the top of his lungs, his voice getting lost in a blast of wind, “Let them eat cake!!”

When the bus halts at the final stop, you descend down the stairs and off the vehicle- the cool weather sending a chill down your spine. You and Jaemin walk over to the Notre Dame and the Saint Chappele to keep shelter from the blustering winds, the stained glass windows making your faces glow with shades of blues and greens. You sit on a bench, Jaemin’s body pretty much pressed to your body as you both hold a candle between your fingers within the quiet church. Jaemin turns to you, whispering, “So what do you think of Paris?”

You chuckle at him, “Paris is the city of love right? I think I’m in love with Paris, when do we get married?”

Jaemin stiffens his frame, “We as in you and Paris or as in you and I?”

You hit his arm, “No silly! Paris! I don’t want to get married right now!”

Shaking his head, Jaemin laughs at you, tufts of pink sticking out of his bucket slightly. The hat covers less of his face now, at least you can see his eyes.

“What do you say, we get something to eat?”

“You’re right, I’m famished. All that exploring has made me ravenous.”

Jaemin wins at you, “I know just the thing.”

It’s about evening now, the sun starts to set with a shade of champagne and violet- the trees glinting a shade of vermillion green when you pass the numerous cafes and boutiques on the street. You both find yourself in a field under the Eiffel Tower, the structure staring down at you with regality. You feel as if the air in your lungs has been sucked out, blue lights blink along the lattice pattern of the tower- creating a luminescent effect on your vision. Jaemin nudges you with his elbow, “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

You don’t even realize he had been gone since you couldn’t stop staring at the beautiful sight in front of you, your head fuzzy from how the gold and blue cut the painted sky. When Jaemin comes back, he sets down a blanket away from the other people- most of them couples- you avert your eyes from them. In his right hand, he holds a basket full of unknown goodies waiting to be eaten. You and Jaemin sit on the blanket before Jaemin reaches into the basket to pull out a multitude of things. He hands you a long baguette of bread before spreading out various shiny fruits, cheeses, and a bottle of blush cider.

“Did you really prepare this all right now?”

Jaemin smiles at you, his eyes softened, “I have my ways.”

For the next hour or so, you feel as if you don’t need any alcohol to feel drunk. You and Jaemin watch the dusk fade into a black sky, stars glimmering over the golden glow that surrounds you. You both nibble on pieces of havarti cheese or opt for a slice of bread as you talk to each other in hushed whispers. You had never done this with anyone before, it felt so easy, so light. You learn about Jaemin’s life as the son of the consuls and how exhausted he is to be expected of perfection every second of his life, how he’s had his freedom stripped from him since he was born. In turn, he listens to you when you talk about your life back home, how your parents almost cut off ties with you- thinking you were foolish to want to randomly move to Paris by yourself. You never regretted your decision after all. You say, “If I hadn’t moved here, I wouldn’t have met you.”

Jaemin laughs, downing his glass of rose blush cider, “This is the first day that I have felt like myself in front of anyone- just me, not perfect Jaemin Na in front of the cameras.”

You nod at him, scarily aware of how close your fingers are to Jaemin’s on the plaid blanket, “Do you have a favorite part about Paris?”

He turns to you, his cheeks and bridges of his nose illuminated by soft golden light, “After living here all my life, I hate to admit that it’s gotten a bit boring. Now, I think that’s changed.”

You quirk an eyebrow up at him, moving your hand away as heat travels up to your cheeks, “And what has changed?”

You see Jaemin laugh to himself, “You’re unlike any girl I’ve ever met. You don’t fall at my feet like the other elitists in my family- you’re not afraid to call me out and criticize me. I like that.”

You nervously laugh, “Thank you? I’m not sure what to say.”

Jaemin’s expression turns serious, his lips looking more prominent when he turns his face to you, “Then you don't have to say anything.”

Before you can register, Jaemin leans into you as his nose bumps against yours in a soft kiss. You pull away, boring your eyes into his before he scans your eyes for some sign of refusal. When he can’t find any, he molds his hand to your cheek, folding his lips over your bottom lip. Jaemin speeds up the pace by pressing into you further, a sound escaping your throat. You blush at the noise, Jaemin leaning his forehead into yours before sweeping a hair behind your ear, “Wow.”

Your bodies feel like they sing with electricity, Jaemin’s fingers hot on your skin as he pulls you into the space of his chest. Your ear is pressed to his heartbeat, “Do you hear that y/n?”

You shut your eyes at the quiet rhythm, “I hear it.”

You take it open yourself to edge your fingers on the rim of Jaemin’s hat, slowly taking it off him to reveal the pink shade of his locks- the soft tufts messy from the day. He watches you take off his sunglasses too, placing a hand on his neck while pulling him in for a fiery kiss. His eyelashes extend from his eyelids, framing his dark irises that reflect the Eiffel like swirling stars. He whispers to you, “Are you ready to get out of here?”

You nod at him, standing to help him fold off the blanket and carry the basket. The whole way back, you and Jaemin dance along the walkway of the Seine- to the beat of your hearts, to the beat of the acoustic guitar that echoes from a late-night cafe. Ending right back at your apartment, you don’t want Jaemin to leave just yet. He holds your hands like you’re a fragile porcelain, the warmth of him gentle and soothing. He leans his head against yours, pressing a kiss to the spot in between your eyebrows, “Can I ask you something?”

“What is it Jaemin?”

“This is only if you want to, don’t feel pressured. My parents are holding a masquerade ball at the palace tomorrow night. Do you want to be my date?”

You stare at him, a hand resting on his shoulder, “Oh, Jaemin, I’d love to go with you, there’s just one problem. I didn’t pack a ball gown when I moved.”

Jaemin’s expression is shocked as if he never expected you to say yes, “Really, you’ll come?”

“I’d be happy to.”

“Don’t worry about the dress, I’ll take care of it.”

For a final time, Jaemin presses a firm kiss to your lips, “I’ll see you tomorrow night y/n.”

“Goodnight, Jaemin. Today was perfect.”

“I’m glad. Now, go in first. I won’t leave until you do.”

“Are you sure you’ll be okay on your own?”

“Positive, goodnight y/n.”

In the morning, you wake up the sound of your doorbell ringing. Sleepily, you saunter over to your door, finding a neatly wrapped package on your welcome mat. Unfurling the paper, you hold the delicate satin of a scarlet red dress between your fingers, the softness making you sigh. It’s got billowing belle sleeves that are cuffed with pearls at the wrists, the train of it falls on your hardwood floors. You find a note at the bottom of it, “For the most precious girl, who’s beautiful even without this dress. -Jaemin”

You lay the dress agross your bed, the scarlet organza blending into a shade of fuschia as white sparkles cover the bodice. In awe, you can’t take your eyes off the dress- one thing was for sure, Jaemin had impeccable taste. You had gone to work with a pep in your step- you debriefed Claudette of all the details of seeing the city with Jaemin and how his eyes held every form of adoration. Neither of you had fallen so hard so fast before. You were tingling at the thought of it. Thankfully, Claudette let you off early so you could get ready for the ball, your head filled with the thought of dancing with Jaemin in a fancy ballroom.

Nighttime approached quickly, a jet black limousine had pulled up to the front of your apartment- Jaemin’s voice crackled through your phone speaker when you answered.

“I’m here y/n!”

“Be right down!”

You descended the stairs, your train dragging slightly despite holding it off the ground the best you could. When you came outside, Jaemin’s eyes met yours, his mouth agape from seeing the sight of you, “How is it so possible that someone can be so beautiful?”

Laughing at him, you hug his waist, “You need to stop with all these cheesy compliments, that’s what a boyfriend would say.”

Jaemin smiles into the hollow of your ear, pressing his lips at the shell, “I can make that happen.”

Suddenly, Jaemin pulls out a clear box. It holds a gold band, a white rose attached onto it. You let Jaemin slip it on your wrist before letting him whisk you away into the car. The whole car ride was full of hushed whispers, lips sealing stolen kisses, and bodies pressed together. Out of your time living in Paris, you have never experienced anything like what you felt with Jaemin.

Upon arriving at the Palace of Versailles, it was definitely a castle straight out of a fairytale. Fountains line the garden courtyards as different colored lights shine on the cars that line up in front of the palace, guests piling out of them. A velveteen red carpet was rolled out down the stairs of the entryway, giving off a glamorous effect. Extending his hand, Jaemin held out his arm for you to grab- both of you entering the palace. Over the top couldn’t hold a candle to the real description of how the atmosphere looked. Caterers dished out trays of hand towels and small crackers topped with caviar, desserts dusted with glitter in the shape of the Eiffel Tower. You whisper to Jaemin, “Is your life always like this?”

He chuckles, “Mostly. It gets boring all the time though.”

In the center of the main ballroom is a live band, musicians playing their cellos and their violins in sync with the music as guests dance in a flurry around the floor. You felt your heart sink. You were never taught to properly dance because there wasn’t a reason to learn back home. Jaemin feels you stiffen, “Y/n? Are you okay?”

Nodding slowly, you say, “I don’t know how to dance-”

“Relax, just follow my lead.”

Without a moment to breathe, Jaemin already placed his hand on your waist before guiding you hands to his shoulders. Like walking on air, you glide with Jaemin despite tripping over your feet for the first half of the song- you rest your chin on his shoulder, swaying. You two don’t say anything for a bit, Jaemin’s grip on your body feels secure.You’re interrupted when an older woman who resembles Jaemin taps him on the shoulder, “Honey?”

You feel Jaemin’s arms fall from you, hugging the woman you presume to be his: “Mother?”

“Honey, who’s this?”

Jaemin pulls you to his side, “This is y/n. I’ve been showing her around Paris.”

The woman smiles at you, her hand tucking back a strand that’s fallen from her black braid, “Please to meet you, has my son been treating you well?”

You take her hand firmly, nodding, “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Na. Jaemin’s been wonderful to me, he’s been showing me around and telling me good things about-”

“Yes, that sounds great. Jaemin, I need you to come with me- there’s someone your father wants you to meet.”

“Can’t it wait until next week mother?”

Her eyes sharpen coldly, the warmth slipping out of her smile, “Do not disobey your father, come now.”

You hear Jaemin groan before he turns to you as he’s being dragged away, “I’ll be back. Do not move. I mean it- don’t.”

You nod at him confusedly, “Don’t worry, I’ll be here.”

You opt to take a seat by the tables where guests pile their plates up with various foods, your eyes watching Jaemin’s mother introduce him to a girl that’s a lot shorter than him, her eyelashes batting at Jaemin. They shake hands as Jaemin’s father and the girl’s father laugh, cheering their flutes of champagne as they converse. Immediately, you feel yourself rise from your seat when the girl launches herself into Jaemin’s arms, his face is riddled with surprise. She smiles up at him, whispering something inaudible as Jaemin’s mother teases them to kiss- Jaemin sternly staring at his mother. Getting up from your chair, you turn back into the nearest hallway, your black slumped against the wall. How could you have been so naive? Did you honestly think that Jaemin could sweep you off your feet like some cheesy romcom and then you’d fall in love with Paris’s it boy? It seemed inconceivable. Around the corner, you hear Jaemin’s voice- you start to run towards where you hear him- only to be met with the sight of the same girl pressing Jaemin up against the wall. Her voice sounds like a slither, “Little birdies are telling me you’ve been running around with some peasant girl that works at some dusty cafe. Didn’t you say you loved me?”

You continue to listen in on them. Jaemin holds her at an arms distance, “That was when I was 4 and didn’t know what the word meant. I don’t see you that way. Aleah, I don’t like you that way.”

She laughs into Jaemin’s shoulders, “Your mother has always adored my family- we’re destined from the start. Don’t turn me away, Jaemin.”

Jaemin shakes his head, “Y/n, isn’t some peasant girl. Just because she’s not like you and your family doesn’t make her a peasant.”

Aleah combs her fingers through Jaemin’s hair, “Sweet little Jaemin, that girl could never give you what I could. She’ll only bring you down. Face it, we’re to be betrothed soon- in the palace, side by side.”

When you don’t hear Jaemin protest or even say a word of refusal, you take off running. You don’t care that the ends of your dress are frayed now, your heels causing blisters on your feet. What felt like a dream has now transformed into a nightmare. You burst through the doorway of the palace, guests shooting you dirty glances when you tell the limousine driver to take you home. As the car dashes out of the courtyard, you hear Jaemin call your name on the steps while tears fall from your eyes. Paris has never looked so melancholy. When you arrive at the doorstep of your apartment, you glare up at the moon- the same moon that Jaemin had kissed you multiple times under. You sit on your stairway, crying into the lap of your dress as your hands fist the layers of fabric tightly. With a screech on the pavement, Jaemin flings himself out of another car- slamming the door behind him. You look at him, shaking your head, “I don’t want to see you. I don’t want-”

He doesn’t listen to your words when he wraps his strong arms around your sunken frame, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

You collapse into the crook of his chest, your tears staining his dress shirt. Jaemin tilts your chin to him, “I’m not going to marry Aleah, I hope you know that.”

“What about your mother? She said-”

“I don’t care what she or my father says. I can’t marry someone I don’t like- I don’t love. Not for money, not for status. I won’t.”

“Jaemin, you can’t. You can’t sever from your family because of me-”

He raises his eyebrows, “Who says I’m doing it for you? I’m doing it for myself. I know what my heart says, I know that it chooses you. I’m not doing it for you.”

He takes your hand in his, pressing a kiss to your knuckle, “I’m going to do it for us.”

When you try to say something else, Jaemin shut you up with a passionate kiss before eyeing you closely, “Let’s go rest for tonight.”

Letting it go, you nod at him. Jaemin picks you up, your dress covering his body as he unlocks your door for you before setting you on the comforter of your bed- your room lights are off, the scent of Paris air drifting in from your open window. The darkness invokes the calmness, you start to kick off the heels that are strapped to your feet. Jaemin sits on your bed next to you, “I’ve never seen your room before.”

His dark eyes scan the wilting peonies that sit on your desk and the ivory walls that surround you both. “Your room suits you.”

You let yourself collapse onto the bed, your head hitting the cool fabric of your blanket, “It took me a while to settle into it.”

Beside you, Jaemin lays down to watch you, his elbow propped up, “I should probably go soon.”

“Do you want to stay?”

“Can I?”

You chuckle, “That depends if you want to. Your mom’s probably wondering why you’re with a peasant girl.”

Jaemin clears his throat, “Did you overhear Aleah?”

You don’t answer. Instead, you want to spit out a string of insults about the rich, how they judge people based on money. For Jaemin’s sake, you don't. He parts his lips, “You know that’s not how I see you right?”

Nodding, you whisper, “If you did, I don’t think you’d be next to me right now.”

Immediately, you feel Jaemin hover over you, “I don’t want anyone else but you.”

Your bodies burn like flames as you kiss each other hotly, Jaemin’s tongue gliding over yours. You grip his hair, slightly tugging on it so that he lets out a sound- your legs entangled with each other on the bed. Panting, Jaemin tosses his black suit jacket to the ground- you practically yank of his tie. Jaemin drags his lips down to the juncture of your neck, causing him to smirk when you gasp. You bore your eyes into his, “I need you to help me.”

Jaemin seems to understand when he reaches behind your neck to pull the zipper of your dress now, your chest exposed in front of him. In the dark, his eyes glimmer with adoration- his lips connecting with your own. Using your hands, you take his dress shirt off him to reveal his muscular body, his skin glowing under the soft moonlight. You smell the heaviness of Jaemin’s strong cologne, the scent makes you dizzy. By the end of it, your dress lays on the ground by your vanity and Jaemin’s clothes by your wardrobe as you press your cheek to his bare chest, watching him sleep peacefully. Jaemin has his arm on the small of your back, stroking your skin even in his slumber. You take note of how his pink locks are mussed and his eyelashes have a subtle curl from how long they are. Jaemin flicks one eye open, “Y/n? How come you’re not asleep yet?”

You snuggle deeper into him, “It’s because you’re next to me.”

“You’re right- I’m just that good- hey!”

You slap Jaemin’s chest, a blush creeping onto your cheeks, “That’s not why stupid!”

“Then what’s the reason?”

Without any hesitation, you tell him, “I like you and I want to be with you.”

“You’re a tad late y/n. I knew that already.”

“How? I’ve never told you that.”

“I can just feel it. You and I- we have this connection that I’ve never felt with anyone else. The only reason I come to that bakery isn’t only for the espressos. I want to protect you from harm’s way- even if that includes my own family. I just want to be there for you like no other guy can.”

Smiling to yourself, you reach up to pat Jaemin on the head only to have Jaemin’s hand catch yours, you whisper to him, “It’s only been a little while since we met?”

He sinks to your level, meeting your gaze before pressing a kiss to your eyelid, “That’s the beauty of liking someone. Time doesn’t stop for anyone. I just knew when I saw you.”

Giving Jaemin’s hand a firm squeeze, you press the curl of your lips to his knuckles. It makes him chuckle, his smile upturning on his cheeks. Once again, you shift closer to him. You both succumb to sleep, the low occasional honking of beetle cars and soft music from your neighbor’s window as your own Parisian lullaby- Jaemin wrapped in your embrace.

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dascarecrow · 3 years

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From Shadows Falls A Beast

Blake: “And so the fox revealed to the young prince the truest wisdom. “It is only with the soul that we can see rightly. What is most needed in our lives can be seen only with the eyes of the soul.”

Harriet: So this is what you do with her. I get that talking to her is strangely therapeutic but reading to her? Really?

Blake (smiling): It’s more for me than for her to be honest. It’s nice just being able to enjoy a quiet moment. No having to fight anyone. No having to argue whose way is right or wrong. Just doing something I like with no troubles involved. Besides she likes books.

Harriet: I guess you guys really are close then.

Blake (still smiling): Well not Ruby and I especially. We don’t talk that much outside of team stuff. I would say that we hardly know each other to be honest.

Harriet: So why are you doing this?

Blake: She’s my friend. And honestly she’s been there when I wasn’t being the greatest friend.

Harriet: Really? The way you guys act I thought you were a flawless team.

Blake (now frowning a bit): We all have our baggage. After Beacon fell I ran away because... someone I couldn’t bring myself to face was there. I will always be grateful they took me back when I returned but it wasn’t easy for them. Yang and Weiss, they did try to understand but they were still upset I chose to leave them. Weiss got dragged back here kicking and screaming, so the idea of leaving people you care for behind was unthinkable to her. And Yang... she had issues because of her mom leaving. I did pretty much the same thing to her when I left.

Harriet (surprised): That’s... a lot.

Blake: It really was. They would have tooth and nail to bring our team back together and I was the one who ran away. But Ruby... She was just happy to have me back. That our team could be together again. She never held anything against me. So I’m grateful. And I want to get to know her better. I can’t to that right now so all I can do is try to let her get to know me better. That’s why I’m reading to her.

Harriet (not really knowing how to go forward): Close as you guys are whoever you met must have been some piece of work to make you run off.

Blake: I was guarded for a long time when I joined Team RWBY. I didn’t really let them get close to me until around the Vytal Festival. And when that happened...

A moment of silence passes.

Harriet: So who was it?

Blake: *sighs* I don’t know how much you know about all of us but I used to be a member of the White Fang.

Harriet (slightly shocked): We’re aware that the Fang’s founder was your father, Chief Belladonna. But nobody really kept tabs on the group until they graduated to terrorism. So you were... well put politely...

Blake: A terrorist? *Harriet tries to give a placating gesture* That’s a difficult question. I stayed with the group after my parents left. I was angry with the world and fighting back seemed to be working better than just using words. I stuck around through a lot of choices that I probably should have walked away from. But I drew lines when they tried going too far. Which is what led me to Beacon. The schools don’t discriminate between human and Faunus so I figured I could make a better difference by becoming a Huntress. Of course we all know how that went.

Harriet (nervously): So who you ran into was one of your old...allies?

Blake: Not just that. It was one of the highest ranking members of the Fang. I don’t suppose you’ve heard of Adam Taurus.

Harriet (shocked): Yeah... He was definitely one of the bigger problems when the Fang were active. Ironwood was nervous about him. Some nobody Faunus that became that dangerous. We weren’t able to find much of anything on him, which only made it worse. *Looks at Blake in alarm* That’s who you ran from? Can’t say I blame you.

Blake: *Gives a mirthless chuckle* If it was only that. Adam and I were... close. He seemed to understand me and what I wanted from the world in a way that no one else could. Then I saw more of what he wanted and realized that what he offered wasn’t what I was looking for. And I still can’t figure out if he was a man that choose to be a violent beast or a violent beast that dressed himself up as a man.

Harriet (sympathetically): Ooooh. Yeowch. That would mess someone up. So why did you come back then? That kind baggage doesn’t just go away overnight.

Blake (smiling again): An earnest idiot helped me work through it. And then I helped someone else work through their pain. And they helped me put a stop the Fang.

Harriet: Guess Taurus got what he deserved. A nice jail cell probably did wonders for his attitude.

Blake (frowning again): It... wasn’t a happy ending with Adam. We stopped the Fang at Haven but he ran away. He wouldn’t give up his rage and it wound up destroying him.

Harriet (realization dawning): You mean you... That is... It’s not the same as killing Grimm is it? Those are literally soulless monsters but killing someone else... Even Atlesian soldiers are trained to subdue and forgo lethal force unless necessary. Having to do that to a living being, even someone that monstrous, well I guess you know more about the world than we gave you credit for.

Blake: I won’t say I’ve made peace with it. But I know it’s not my fault it happened. Adam made his own choices. He chose to be angry. He chose to be spiteful. And he chose to fight even if it cost him everything. It’s something I’m still working through. But I do know where the fault lies.

Harriet: *Looks at the book* “The Young Prince”. Seems like something she would like.

Blake: I thought so. I enjoy it because it’s a story about two flawed people realizing the true, actual love they have for each other. It gives me hope that anyone can find love in their life.

Harriet: Okay then. A bit sugary for my taste but to each their own. *Pauses* So you know farm boy is crushing on Rose right?

Blake (completely unsurprised): Oh yeah. Impossible to miss it. I think it’s sweet. But the others don’t know so could you keep it to yourself?

Harriet (casually): The Ace-Ops know. Not sure if Winter does. Not a problem for us to keep it hidden. I honestly want to see how long it takes for anyone else to catch on.

#RWBY #Coma Ruby #Went a bit dark and dramatic before it ended on a lighter note #I honestly think Blake would be the only one to realize Oscar is crushing on Ruby #And that she would keep it to herself #Both for fun and because it's not her business revealing it

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rwbyremnants · 3 years

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WARNING: Cunnilingus and fingering.

Told you it wouldn't be too much longer! Enjoy you guys!

=Chapter 24

A week went by with very little word from the police. Weiss and her mother and brother had to go down to the station and testify about Jacques Schnee’s behaviour, and that seemed to be enough to convince them that they shouldn’t let him out quite yet. When asked if they would like to see him, Weiss flatly refused, but her mother waffled, unsure if she should. Weiss told her she should wait until she was sure and that did the trick.

Whitley seemed no better for having seen his father. During the car ride home, he had suddenly announced, “Can I be sent to military school?”

“What?” their mother asked in shock. “Military school? Why would you want that?”

“Well, it seems to have made Winter happy. And…” Shrugging, he looked out the window. “I can’t tell which of you is lying. You or Father. So I’d rather just go away and not have to think about it anymore.”

“How dare you,” Weiss snapped. “How dare you think Mother and I would lie about anything like-”

“It’s alright, Weiss,” she sighed wearily as she drove. “In his situation, I can understand; both of his parents are accusing the other of being a terrible person. Honey… do you really want this?”

“Yes, I think I would. Or I think it’s best. I…” His voice faded, and he didn’t seem to have anything else to say.

“Then I’ll look into it for you. But I am sorry you feel this way.”

Very softly, he whispered, “I am, as well.” And no more was discussed.

There was another visit to the Branwen home two days later that went better than the last. Raven stayed out of their way entirely, and Yang was in even better spirits. Weiss took a spot on the bed next to her and even Ruby, who had been less privy to their relationship, said nothing about how much they were cuddling. It was nice, having a space like that outside of Shopkeeper's where they could be themselves.

And Yang was maybe a little too affectionate, if the playful “ewwww” from Ruby when they kissed was any indication. But that was her only protest.

Frequent visits from Kali turned into daily visits. She was busy working at her restaurant, so it still meant a lot of very lonely days for Weiss’s mother, but she tried to drop by as often as possible. Together, they began to piece together a plan of attack for when Jacques was healed up and would be trying to piece his life back together. Though Willow had no idea why they needed to be so thorough, Kali assured her that these were necessary steps to protect their monetary well-being. Weiss stopped being able to follow along with their discussions, so she eventually retired to her own room and focused on homework instead.

Friday evening was the first time Yang's shoulder was healed up enough that she could venture out of the house. Though it meant being chauffeured instead of riding her motorcycle, which was still being repaired anyway, she was glad to hit Shopkeeper's and see all her friends again. They had nothing but kind and encouraging words for her, other than the odd teasing about her being too much of a “daredevil” for her own good. Cinder insinuated that she had only wiped out to get all that attention, and Yang told her to go sit on a fork. The only response from the smirking girl was “Ooohh, kinky.”

Salem expressed further concern about Weiss's situation, and her usefulness to the Dragons. Though Kali had already informed her of their plans, and she was satisfied with them thus far, she told their newest recruit to be on the lookout for any suspicious activity from the man now that he was essentially her enemy. Having to think of her father that way hurt… but it was too accurate to bother arguing with her.

Meanwhile, it seemed as if Blake was content just to see Yang again. Weiss had been a little worried about that, and about whether or not there would be lingering feelings of jealousy. But there weren’t. She still looked a little sad when no one was watching her too closely, but Weiss understood; she was working through it at her own pace. She would just have to be there for her whenever she could.

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To help make up for such an atypical week, Pyrrha loaned Weiss her car on Saturday night so she and Yang could go to the drive-in. Weiss had learned the rules of the road from her father, but he was such an overbearing terror in the car that she didn’t attempt it very often. After a few rocky stops and starts, and nearly running a red light, Yang laughed and took over, guiding them into a spot near the back of the lot.

“So this is pretty cozy, eh?” Yang whispered as they settled in with their popcorn in Pyrrha's front seat. The movie was just starting, so it was nothing but musical score and credits drifting by.

“Yeah, I'll say.” Weiss didn't want to admit how nervous she was. It was the first time they had been alone since she helped dry her off - and that had been only a fleeting moment. There might have been dozens of other cars parked around theirs, but none of them cared about the two girls. They had their own dates to make it with. “How’s your shoulder?”

“I’ll live.” Her finger tapped the small metal speaker unit hanging on the driver's side window. “This alright? Can you hear?”

Snuggling into her side, Weiss said, “Perfectly well. Besides, I've seen ‘South Pacific’ at least five times.”

The smile that blossomed on the Dragon's face was a bit more reminiscent of the ones she wore when they first began speaking, and promised much. “So… does that mean you don't mind missing the flick?”

“Quiet, you. I'm very interested in sharing this musical masterpiece with my… my girlfriend.” Their shared smile was warm and shy. “Wow. It's nice to be able to say that.”

“Yeah. And… well, we’ve been kind of funny about saying it, but it’s definitely not ‘cause I don’t want to! Just weird, hanging around my sis all the time, and with Kali-”

Weiss cut her off with a gentle press of lips on lips, her hand sliding up her neck to cup her cheek. The response was immediate and enthusiastic; Yang pushed her back against the passenger door, humming into the union of their mouths. Even though she had initiated this, the rich girl felt herself completely powerless to resist, melting beneath her brute as their bodies writhed and the windows fogged.

The kiss was broken with a quiet little “ow!” from Yang. Weiss pulled back, concern in her eyes.

“Just my arm,” she breathed, eyes serious yet dazed with the power of their affection. “I'm fine.”

“Come on, you said it was okay. Here.” She began to knead it gently. “Is that better?”

Violet eyes fluttered closed. “Mmmm… yeah. Thanks, babe.”

“Of course. I take care of what's mine.” They both shared a knowing smile. “We're not watching the movie.”

“What movie?”

“Brute,” she purred in a voice that was anything but accusatory, petting her hand up and down the lapel of Yang's jacket. “Uncultured Philistine.”

The last one made Yang's eyebrows shoot up a little higher. “Oh yeah? Think I can't enjoy this dumb movie of yours, Princess?”

The teasing had apparently backfired very slightly. Weiss was definitely more interested in Yang than in the movie, but Yang was now turning around to face it properly, pulling the popcorn bucket back into her lap from where it had been resting on the dashboard. Slapping her shoulder only made Yang shush her so she could pay attention.

“You're really going to watch it now, huh?”

“Yep.”

“Hmm… good.” Even though the prospect of spending a few minutes fogging up the windows appealed to her greatly, Weiss decided this was just as good and snuggled back into her side, reaching into the bucket.

That went on for a good long while. Weiss hummed along with the songs and relished the closeness. Much to her own surprise, Yang seemed to be enjoying the film, as well, even laughing at some of the key comedic points. All the while, her arm remained around Weiss's shoulders, and she began to realize that she could stay there forever and not feel like she was missing out on anything else in the world. She hadn't been expecting to find someone to be that close to for many years yet - especially not a woman that she had barely known for a few scant weeks! Life had really thrown her for a loop.

“Your lips are salty,” Yang giggled after a brief kiss.

“Hey! Yours are, too!” Settling in again, she began to pet up and down Yang's ribs beneath her jacket. It prompted a quiet hum of appreciation. “Like that?”

“Yeah. You feel really good right there. And here,” she added, squeezing her shoulders to illustrate what she meant.

“I would certainly hope so.”

They lapsed into silence for a few more minutes. Then Yang whispered, “Hey.”

“Yes?”

“Uh… I haven't really said it yet, but thanks. For everything: saving me, and dealing with Raven, and… Ruby… you've just been really great, and I don't deserve-”

“Shhh,” she shushed her, petting a little more vigorously. “Thank you for saying so, but I don’t need you to. It’s… I think Kali said it best when she said you and the other Dragons are my family now. And family does things like that for each other. It was a pleasure. Really.”

Yang suddenly set the popcorn aside again, turning so that she was kneeling in the floorboard and gazing up into Weiss’s eyes. Her hands clasped Weiss’s tightly, causing the shorter teenager to blink back at her. She was expecting something very risque… and suddenly got something even better.

“I’m really in love, Weiss. I never thought… I mean, uh… ain’t so good with words,” she admitted with a lopsided smile, and Weiss spared a small one of her own. “You were my dream girl. Then we started talking, and I was worried you weren’t because you hated me. Plus, you were kind of a brat.”

“Hey!”

“Come on, it’s true,” she laughed, and Weiss laughed with her. “But just in these last few weeks, I think we both grew up a little. Got to know each other, and more about the world. And now…”

As Yang raised their hands up between them, lacing their fingers together, Weiss finished for them, “Now we fit together perfectly. Like links in a chain.”

“Yeah. Is that crazy? Am I just real gone?”

“We’re both real gone, Yang,” she whispered softly, heart pounding in her ears and stomach fluttering in time with its beats. “I want to be your wife. Or you to be mine, or… oh, I’m being so silly; we can’t be that to each other. But I don’t care!”

“Me, neither. I just want you in my life forever. And that’s…”

Words had run out. Yang leaned up to kiss her again, and Weiss threw herself into the contact even more than the last time. Nellie and Emile were singing to each other so earnestly in the background that she couldn’t imagine a better place and time to live. She wanted to always be there, with Yang, in that car.

The transition was so natural she almost could have missed it. One moment, their lips were engaged - many moments, actually. Then she felt lips moving down her chest, to her stomach through the soft cotton dress she wore. Her own hands lifted to glide through Yang’s hair, holding on for dear life as she wondered what was about to happen to her. There weren’t a great deal of possibilities. Either Yang had dropped something, or…

“Oh.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Yang paused to look up at her. “Tell me to stop.”

“I…”

“Tell me to keep going.” Her throat clearly worked to swallow before she kissed her thigh through the layers of fabric. “Tell me… whatever it is you want.”

It took a lot of willpower for Weiss to find the words she needed. “Keep g-going. I…” She had to look away to admit it. “I need you.”

Even as Yang kissed down her thigh to her knee, still sheltered by her dress, she could feel the stirrings from before. Why did the bruiser have such a strong effect on her entire system? It boggled her mind. Almost as if she were still an inch away, memories of Yang’s fragrant sex filled her mind - the taste of her, the sounds of her writhing beneath her at every touch. And she was about to have that paid back in full. Was she ready?

No. But she was through waiting to be ready.

When Yang began to lift her skirt and petticoats, a little squeak of alarm blasted out of her throat anyway. Yang paused to whisper, “Too much?”

“No, Yang. I want more. I’m just…” Her shoulder shrugged helplessly. What she was made no difference.

Kisses moved up the insides of her thighs, over her stockings until they reached the tops where they ended in lace. The first kiss on skin was so close to her center that she had to suppress the powerful urge to clamp both legs around Yang’s head to hold her still; instead, she merely twitched. A single light peck against the crux of her entire being was enough to make her fall back against the seat, eyes clamped shut in mingling fear and anticipation.

“You’re ready,” Yang breathed softly, as gentle as a lamb where she was normally ravenous as a wolf – even if the hunger was burning just under the surface. “At least… you smell ready.”

“Sh-shut up,” she breathed very softly. “Is it bad?”

“No, no. It’s incredible.” Yang nuzzled her inner thigh as her fingers drifted upward. “Can I…?”

There were certainly no words of protest. Weiss pressed a hand into her eyes as she felt cool air caress her wetness, followed by the warmth of breath. This was insane. Could she really let a woman do this to her? Let anyone? She was starting to believe her nerves had a lot more to do with reservations about allowing anyone to get this close to her, rather than the gender of the person in question. And for her to finally allow Yang to return this favour…

Yang must have felt her reticence, because she appeared above the skirts again, face flushed and eyes dark with desire. “It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

“Yang…” Swallowing hard, Weiss looked to one side so she wouldn’t see the single tear that escaped her guard. “Thank you, my darling.”

Lips on her waiting petals caused her to lose all sense of time, direction… the world became as fogged as their windows. The heels of her baby blue pumps gouged into Yang’s back through her jacket but if she felt pain from it, she made a good job of ignoring it in favour of pleasing Weiss. The practiced ease of Yang’s tongue made Weiss’s clumsy attempts pale in comparison. Before she had any chance to even attempt to think of something to ask, a praise to lavish on her for such skill, Yang was finding new ways to caress her most sensitive skin and wring even more pleasure from the moment. All she could manage was to pant, and moan, and suppress the occasional shriek of pure joy that tried to burst from within her. Barely.

Minutes passed and she felt her end building - it could be nothing else. Her hand pressed into Yang’s crown to hold her face precisely where it was as her hips began to rock forward to meet each caress of the eager tongue.

“Yes! Yang! I… yes!!!”

The only response was a low “Mmmhhh” of pure enjoyment. That was the one thing that could have added to her own pleasure: knowing Yang did not consider this a burden, a chore that need be done. They were both swirling through the same eddies and pools of ecstasy.

Which was how Weiss crashed headlong into her first orgasm.

Yang continued her gentle licks for a minute more as Weiss writhed and moaned, thighs trying to trap her there forever, heels no doubt bruising her back. Then the licks turned to kisses, and then the kisses moved down her creamy thigh flesh until reaching the top of her stocking. Her head slowly raised up from the horizon of the skirts to smile at her.

“Woooooow,” Weiss breathed weakly, eyes wide and face hotter than she could ever remember.

“Yeah,” the brute chuckled, though her grin was full of adoration rather than amusement. “Wow.”

After barely a moment's hesitation, Yang quickly kissed the inside of her thigh before tugging her underwear back into place. Trying not to be awkward, she climbed back into her seat - accidentally kicking open the glove box and making both of them burst into giggles. Then they were simply sitting side by side and sharing one of the warmest smiles they had ever worn in their lifetimes.

“So that's why you kept trying to get my dress off all these weeks.”

“Not the only reason, Schnee. But… a big one. Wanted to make you feel good so you'd date me. Never really considered it would last, since you're too good for some meathead like me. Gotta admit, though… this is better.”

Snuggling into her side, letting her entire body relax, she whispered, “This is?”

“Absotively, posilutely.”

“Mmm. But you're not a meathead. You're sweet, and considerate, and strong in the best of ways!”

Out the side of her mouth, she told Weiss, “Not so loud. I got a reputation to keep!” They shared another giggle as Yang petted up and down her arm. “God, I love you.”

“I love you, too. More than I-”

Their moment was interrupted by a knock at the door. Rolling her eyes, Yang turned and shouted, “WHAT?”

“Knock it off in there, you kids! This ain't no motel!”

They couldn't even see the perpetrator of this grave injustice through the fog on the window; just a vague silhouette. Yang decided the most effective way of communicating her displeasure with the interruption was by pressing her middle finger against the glass.

“Yang, that's crude!” Weiss hissed, though she had to try hard to suppress a small giggle.

“You wanna be run out of this drive-in? Huh?”

Realizing that the guy wasn't going to leave them in peace, Yang rolled down her window and glared at him. He was either a teenager or had only been older than that for a year or two, with scraggly brown hair and a missing tooth in the front. His irritated expression gave way to one of shock when he saw the driver was a woman, and it only deepened when he saw the passenger was, as well.

“Listen, chum. We're trying to have a nice time watching this talkie. You're kinda making that less easy. So why don't you make like a tree and leave?”

The man let out a weak little laugh. “H-hey, my mistake! I thought you were a fella, and- well, the windows are all steamed up…”

“That's our business. Thanks for checking in, though. Now take off.”

Now he looked a little creeped out. However, he did nod and moved off, shaking his head as if to rid it of unwanted thoughts.

“Very well-handled,” Weiss whispered as Yang rolled the window back up.

“Thanks, doll. I take care of business.”

“You've taken care of enough business for a week as far as I'm concerned.” They shared a conspiratorial grin. “But now I'm sad.”

“Why?”

“Well, he's paying too much attention for me to be able to go down on you now.”

Yang's blush was honestly so cute and unexpected that Weiss thoroughly enjoyed peppering her face with dozens of little kisses. But she didn't dare get too vigorous lest they attract any further pests.

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By the end of the movie, both girls were in high spirits. On top of the world. They decided to revisit the old depot rather than hope for a few stolen moments in anyone's house.

Weiss practically ripped Yang's clothes from her body in her haste to re-engage their bodies; Yang took more care, gently peeling off her beautiful dress and laying it aside. Wandering hands explored curves, lips met over and over, skin shifted against skin. Instead of her mouth, Weiss attempted to use her hand to bring Yang pleasure - and if the reactions we any indication, she was successful. This was crazy; Weiss couldn't believe she was in an abandoned building with a gang member, a woman, naked and unafraid. Their mouths rarely left each other until Yang needed hers to gasp for breath as she reached her finish.

And they didn't stop there. Instead of weeks later, Weiss found out immediately the kind of thrill she had provided Yang when one of the brute’s strong hands snaked down between their bodies. Going from never being quite sure she was aroused to two orgasms in one day was almost too much… but it was a surplus of pleasure she was more than happy to weather.

“Ohhhh,” Yang groaned as she rolled off, panting and gazing up at the half-crumbled ceiling.

“What did… we just do?” They both laughed. “You don't actually… have to explain, I'm not that naive. But WOW!”

Still laughing, Yang petted up and down her bare stomach, making it quiver at the touch of a foreign hand upon it. “You said that already.”

“I mean, I know this is old hat for you, but I'm… honestly surprised. I thought sex was something women just did to keep men happy, and make babies! So all of this with you is really opening my eyes.”

“Hey, watch how you say it's ‘old hat’ for me. I'm not that cheap a floozy!”

Weiss looked horrified. “Oh… oh no, I'm not- that wasn't how I meant that to sound!”

“Don't worry about it,” she laughed, kissing her temple. “I mean, you're right; I've been around the block a time or two. But it's never been so… with you, everything's different. I'd be alright if it was just you and me for the rest of our lives.”

“Really?” When Yang nodded, she wrapped her body even tighter around the Dragon, feeding off her warmth, her strength. “Oh, I love you so much!”

Burying her face in Weiss's neck, the bruiser whispered urgently, “Love you, too, baby. Chee… you really do like me. Really?”

For a few seconds, Weiss didn't reply. Then she drew back to gaze down into the stunned, overwhelmed features of her lover. She felt like singing! Therefore, she did - and didn't trouble to keep her voice down.

“Younger than springtime am I! Gayer than laughter am I!” Even before she continued, she could see Yang blinking in surprise. “Angel and lover, heaven and earth, am IIIIIIIII wiiiiiith yoooooouuuu!!!”

Then she felt a little silly - especially when Yang started clapping. Why had she allowed herself to be such a square? Just when she was about to shout at her for poking fun, she saw the look of pure wonder in the blonde’s features.

“DANG! How did I not know you can sing?! I mean… I've heard you hum a little, but you can really sing, like rings around Peggy Lee! You're phenomenal!”

“Oh, stop,” she muttered with a bashful smile.

“Are you out of your tree? I wanna hear more!” She sat up and slid her hands around Weiss's trim waist, eyes sparkling as she gazed up at her. “Baby, you're gonna be a star! Like… like Judy Garland or something!”

Now the smile was even more bashful, and the color that had begun to fade from her cheeks rushed back in with a vengeance. “What? Please, I'm not that good!”

“Better! You could beat the ruby slippers off her!” When Weiss rolled her eyes, she insisted, “Honest, Weiss, I'm… I'm so lucky. I knew that already, but holy hell…”

“Well… my parents wanted me to go to Vassar first, but… I guess I could audition for some musicals while I'm there… and they’ve always insisted I keep up my vocal training.”

“Who cares what they want? This is about what you want.”

The idea of that surprised her a little. What she wanted? What did she want? A successful career, sure. But becoming an international singing sensation was a tempting thought. No one had ever really cared what she wanted out of her future before. However, she only had one immediate answer.

“You.”

After a quiet second, Yang smiled shyly. It still stunned Weiss to see the brute that way. “Come on. Even if you do like gals now, I'm… just some-”

“No, stop that,” she cut her off. “Whatever you're going to say, I don't care. I love who you are, and I've never felt this close to another human being before. And you are… the most beautiful woman the whole wide world.”

“Stop trying to pass the buck. That's you, not me.” Her eyes welled up with tears. “So pretty, and sweet, and comely, and smart… a-and you're the b-best thing that ever happened to me!”

Weiss wasn't used to seeing the tough woman fall apart. What was she supposed to do?! All she could think of right away was to fold the overcome Yang into her arms, petting up and down her nude back and rocking very gently. If anyone deserved to feel like they could let their armor fall away, it was this titan of a woman. She would be her armor when necessary.

#princess and the dragons #freezerburn fanfic #freezerburn smut #rwby fanfiction #rwbyremnants #nsfw-Text

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Always , Only. You 12.2

Talia had taken in Y/N in to her pack after your parents and their pack were brutally murdered. For years she trained and learned under Talia alongside Derek , Laura and Cora. One night Talia tells you along with Derek that you two have to imprint on each other , to become each other’s mates. Your connection to Derek has always been stronger than his to you. So after the fire it killed you to be away from him , but you had to do it for your own survival. 7 years after the fact , you return home. Back to Beacon Hills. But the Derek you return to is not the same Derek you know. Will Y/N ever get Derek to accept the fact they are meant to be together?

Soulmate!Au Teen Wolf.

Derek Hale x Reader

Gif credit: /Iceburglounge

A/N: TW: Mentions of sexual assault, abuse, rape. Soooo, I know Teen Wolf is like 6 years old (maybe less since season three came out later) but I just barely now came across a lot of .... tea... about Jeff Davis and the controversy he stirred up about Dennifer? So, yeah I’ve noticed he treated Derek like shit in the series. Actually a whole bunch of characters that deserved better. Plus there was a lot of queerbaiting and a lot of implied romantic relationships/feelings between adults and literal high schoolers and ugh let’s not mention the lowkey xxx scenes between a lot of the characters that were there just because. But one that really stuck to me was the whole Jennifer Blake ‘psychologically and sexually abused’ Derek. So apparently (and also confirmed by Jeff Davis but I can’t seem to find the link to the article anywhere) Jennifer Blake used Darach magic on Derek to have him trust her and in the scene where they are intimate that was also her using magic because she was healing him and tricking him in to thinking love was making him heal faster. And then she completely 180ed on him when it was time for her to carry out her plan. I rewatched it and it’s hard for me to see it any other way especially since the WRITER confirmed it himself. So, if you were rooting for Dennifer in these next chapters, I’m sorry that’s not happening. I love all of the actors that were in the show, honestly, with all my heart but if I knew JD was such a trash bag and treated them horribly I never would’ve started watching Teen Wolf again. And yes I spent way too much time in the anti Jeff Davis tag.

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Beacon Hills Preserve

Peter watched Erica, nervously. She hadn’t charged at him, yet, but she had her eyes trained on him. With every little movement from him, she moved too, getting ready.

“Ok Y/N!” He called out loudly. “She’s here!”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t even come out from your hiding spot. Erica didn’t even bother to look for you either. She can’t attack what she can’t see.

Erica lowered herself slightly, growling at Peter. Peter knew what that meant; she was getting ready to pounce. “Y/N!” He yelled angrily. “Fuck it.” He muttered. He took one step back and Erica was already pouncing on him.

Peter fell to the ground. Erica raised her arms and he grabbed both her wrists before she could claw at him. He had enough strength now to be able to hold her back.

“Y/N!!!” He yelled. Erica snapped at him, getting closer to biting off a chunk of his face.

She suddenly stopped moving and went limp. Peter threw her off of him and stood up quickly. He looked down at her then at you.

You were holding a medium sized log and you were grinning at him. “Great work, Peter.” You teased him.

“Right.” He drawled. He started wiping off the leaves and dirt off of himself. “We caught one. Now what?”

“Now you—,” you paused. There was a faint, trilling sound echoing in the woods. It was far away, but with your hearing you could make out what it was. “Argent.” You said out loud. “He’s actually helping.”

“Great, you don’t need me then.” He began walking off.

“No, I’m not done with you yet.” You grabbed the back of his coat and pulled him back. “Take Erica back to the loft. Chain her up if you have to but don’t let her out of your sight!”

Peter groaned and rolled his eyes like a child.

“I’m gonna follow Argent’s emitters. Shouldn’t be too hard to catch the other two.” You walked off in the direction the emitters were coming from.

“You can’t save them all!” Peter yelled to you. He lifted Erica up and tossed her on over his shoulder. “You and Scott will soon come to learn that.”

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Beacon Hills High School

You and Derek were inside the school building waiting for Boyd and Cora. Derek had told you what they were planning. You were going to trap them in the boiler room at the high school until morning. If it all went according to plan.

There was still a little bit of tension between the two of you. He was still upset about finding out about Cora the way he did. And there was something else that was bothering him that he wasn’t talking about. But you didn’t want to pry. So you stayed quiet.

“Peter doesn’t think we can catch them.” Derek suddenly spoke. “This is all part of Deucalion’s plan. If I don’t kill them- if this doesn’t work-”

“Derek.” You softly called to him. “This is going to work. I mean, we caught Erica.” You approached him and grabbed his hands. You gave them a gentle squeeze but he refused to look at you. “Argent-”

“I don’t trust Argent.” He cut you off, pulling his hands from your grasp.

“Do you trust me?” That made him look at you now. He furrowed his brows in confusion like you had just asked him for a limb. “Derek. Do you trust me?” You asked again.

“Yes.” He replied after a moment of silence. “What if we have to-”

“As long as you trust me, Derek. We can do this.” You gave him a small smile in which he returned one of his own. A small glowing ball of light behind Derek caught your eye. He noticed your expression and followed your line of sight.

“What is it?” Derek asked. You walked around him and approached the glowing bug, swiping at the air to catch it. “A firefly?”

“Yeah.” You replied confused. “But the species native to California aren’t bioluminescent.” You opened your palm to reveal the bug but instead a cloud of black smoke erupted from your palm.

“And I don’t know of any fireflies that explode like that.” You looked over your shoulder at Derek. He was behind you, looking down at your palm just as confused as you were.

His head whipped around towards the door. “We have a bigger problem.” He said, turning and taking a few steps towards the door. “They’re here.”

You joined Derek where he stood and a moment later, Boyd and Cora appeared at the doors of the school. They eyed you and Derek for a second and then jumped up on to the roof of the school.

“What the hell?” Derek frowned.

“Well, that backfired. What do we do now?”

“We ask Argent.” Derek rushed out of the school.

You followed after him, only stopping when you heard a classroom door close somewhere in the building. You turned your head back slowly, blocking out all other sounds and focusing your hearing to confirm your suspicion.

Heels. There was definitely someone else in the building.

“Oh, you’ve got to be shitting me.” You groaned. You walked back inside the school building and followed the sound. Down the stairs. Further down. Leading you straight to the boiler room.

“Why?” You whined to yourself.

You opened the door to the boiler room and entered. You walked further back in to the room. There was a noise coming from what looked like the supply area. You noticed the small movement and walked over there. A teacher was grabbing more supplies; she hasn’t noticed your presence as she continued pulling supplies from the shelves.

She finally looked up from the supplies in her hands and let out a small gasp when she saw you. You held a finger up to your lips and slowly backed out, closing the gate door. As a precaution you clicked the clock shut.

You heard the metal door slam in the distance. The teacher approached the gate. “Shhh. There’s, uhm, animals in the building. My team is just outside but you have to stay hidden. Go back. Get out of the light.” you gestured with your hands for her to move back.

She was visibly frightened but did what you said anyway. You walked away from the supply area. Boyd and Cora were in the room. You could smell them.

“What are you hearing?” Derek’s voice. “Heartbeats.” Scott. “Both of them?” Derek again.

“Lie.” You whispered, hoping he could hear you. With the full moon out, Derek was suppressing his shift as well. He wouldn’t be able to pick up on your voice unless he truly focused his hearing. “Lie.” You repeated.

Scott’s heart skipped a beat. You were getting nervous. “Yeah.” You heard Scott finally say. You let out a breath of relief; one too soon.

A low growl came from ahead and claws scratching against metal came from your right. You closed your eyes, dreading what was about to happen.

Cora came at you from the right and Boyd rushed at you from the front. You clawed at his face first making him stumble back. Cora’s arms flailed crazily as she clawed at you.

Boyd’s attention was averted away from you when he heard the heavy sound of supplies dropping, followed by the sound of heels clicking against the hard floor.

You held Cora’s arms. You noticed Boyd going in the opposite direction, going where the teacher was hiding. “Boyd no!”

You looked at Cora, “I’m so sorry.” You let go of on if her arms, using your free arm to dig your claws across her stomach. She roared out in pain and fell to her knees.

You ran to Boyd, leaving the same gash you left on Cora but in his legs. He fell to the floor. You were going to turn around to check on Cora but a sharp burning pain came from your lower back.

You opened your mouth to scream in pain, but only a mouth full of blood spilled out. You struggled to turn your head but when you eventually did, you saw Cora was standing behind you. And she dug her claws in.

“Co-.” Another mouthful of blood. She turned her claws as she plunged them in deeper. “Cora.”

The same feeling. This time in your stomach. You turned your head to face the culprit. Boyd. He didn’t twist his claws. He dug them deeper and slowly, in a torturing way, lifted you over head. Cora removed her claws from your back and they both watched you fly across the room.

This is it, you thought. It’s almost over.

You were bleeding all over and you were healing slowly. You rolled over on to your back, the sight of the windows above you coming in to view. The moon had gone down and the sun was making it’s way up in the sky.

You let out a weak laugh of relief. You turned your head to look up at the ceiling. Your eyes were getting heavier. You blinked once, slowly. Again, this time slower. And again, but you didn’t open your eyes again.

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Beacon Hills High School

Derek looked up at the morning sky, relieved. Surprisingly even sharing a quick handshake with Argent as a thank you. He looked over at Scott. Scott didn’t look too relieved; he looked like he was going to be sick.

“The suns up,” Scott said hastily, “we should let them out now.”

Derek stared at him suspiciously, “Not yet. The sun may be up but we don’t know if they’ve shifted back. We’ll wait a little longer.”

Scott’s heart jumped. “How long is a little longer?”

“Is there something you need to tell me, Scott?”

He looked back at Stiles. Stiles shook his head, advising his friend against what he was about to do. “I told you I heard two heartbeats, right?” he stuttered. Derek glared. “I-.”

“Oh my God, it’s Erica!” Stiles shouted. He was actually happy to see Erica but was more relieved that he just saved his best friend from being murdered.

“What?” Derek turned around. It was Erica. And she was her normal self again. And she was walking—

“With Peter? But..” he turned back to look at Scott. “You said you saw Y/N leave with Peter last night.”

“Huh?” Scott asked dumbfounded by the sudden attention again.

Peter looked at all five faces, realizing there was one missing. “Where’s Y/N?” Peter asked.

“Where is she, Scott?” Derek chided. “And don’t lie to me.”

“She’s in the boiler room.”

Derek hesitated between grabbing Scott and wringing his neck or running to the boiler room. He chose the latter. He hadn’t taken a step yet when he saw Boyd and Cora walking their way.

His heart dropped. Boyd was carrying you. Cora was walking next to him, a crying mess. A stranger, a woman, ran out from the school building. She saw Derek, but he didn't see her.

“Ms. Blake?” Stiles whispered to himself.

“I’ll take care of the civilian.” Argent awkwardly announced.

Derek didn’t say anything. He just started walking towards all of you. The closer he got, the worse you began to look. Cora and Boyd were all healed up. But he could tell from their clothes that you were fighting back, viciously.

Argent gestured the teacher to follow him. Leaving Derek to check on Boyd and Cora. And you.

“Derek,” Cora’s voice was shaky. Her lip quivered and her eyes were brimmed with tears. “I wanted to stop.”

He closed the gap and hugged Cora. “I’m just glad you’re alive.” She began sobbing into his chest. She let out all the tears that she had been holding in for years. All of those and then some.

“We should take her to Deaton.” Scott suggested.

“I’ll take her.” Derek told him. “You’ve done enough.” There was no hint of gratitude in his voice.

“Derek,” Scott began to explain.

Stiles put his hand on his best friend’s shoulder. “Scotty.” Stiles shook his head at him. “Let’s just go home, man.”

Scott looked at everyone else. They were all uncharacteristically quiet. Scott didn’t say anything, he just followed Stiles back to his Jeep.

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Quick Thoughts on The Royal Heir (Finally!), Book 1 Chapter 12

• Sorry for the delay, guys! I had my first spoken word performance in years this week, and since I was pretty rusty from lack of practice I was spending most of my time preparing for that. Which kind of meant I couldn't concentrate much on getting this QT done the way I usually do.

(BUT IT WENT VERY WELL!! :D :D)

• If you don't want these posts clogging your dash, here are the tags to blacklist: #trh quick thoughts, #trh qts, #trh qt reblogs, #long post.

• Honestly the highlight of this chapter for me is finding out that Kiara calls Madeleine an angry poodle behind her back. I bet it was supposed to mean something else and Penelope simply edited it out lol.

• And also Hana's look this chapter, coz Hana always looks so pretty XD

• Soooo like we have one more chapter in Texas left? That's...quite the gap away from the country - from Chapter 5 to Chapter 13, with us returning to Cordonia (by the looks of the summary) by Chapter 14. That's 8 chapters in the States + 1 in Auvernal (9 total): that's roughly 42-47% of our total book. That's how long the narrative took to wrap things up in Walker Ranch, a huge chunk of which added nothing much of value whatsoever to the story.

• In terms of timeline, we've spent over a week preparing for Bertrand and Savannah's wedding, following a possible month-long honeymoon plus barely two days in Valtoria. That's one looooong holiday. And...newsflash...it's not only "King Liam" who's being "irresponsible" (esp if you consider that in a playthrough where you're honeymooning with another LI, he isn't the one spending a whole month frolicking on the beach then running off to Texas shortly after), it's all your favourite LIs as well.

• Screenshots:

Hana: The Universal 77 YouTube channel

Maxwell: @itsbrindleybinch and rash.rec YouTube channel.

Drake: The HIMEME YouTube channel and BizzysChoices YouTube channel

• Sooo the chapter begins where we left off, with Savannah worried about where Bertrand has gone, and the group doing some sort of team huddle like they're discussing strategy for a football game or something.

• Maxwell for some reason thinks the chickens may have taken him hostage. This is not Angry Birds, Maxwell 🤭

Savannah mentions that his tux and wallet are still at home, and therein lies the clue that he isn't abandoning her. He's not taken any money with him.

• Leona gives in her crusty, unwanted input, which Bianca to her credit shuts down. I mean, if Bertrand really needed to turn tail and run, he would have done it ages ago. Like as soon as Drake the Freeloader insisted Bertrand cluck like a chicken last book, just to win the hand of his equally freeloading sister. He could have just muttered "this entire clan is bonkers, me outie" right then. And he'd be right.

• I need Bertrand to ask THE ENTIRE WALKER FAMILY to cluck like chickens or something similar in public once this whole ordeal is over coz istg they deserve just as much humiliation for what they've put them through. That includes Savannah and Drake. Bertrand would be appalled by the idea but yknow, a girl can dream.

• The MC offers to go to the store to find him, and sees Bertrand arguing with the clerk (and threatening curses on him and his progeny). She gets to sock him over the head if she wants...or just scare him. After a couple seconds of arguing coz Bertrand went on this impossible mission just before his wedding, he admits to wanting to get Savannah the Walker saddle.

• The owner of the store doesn't want to give the saddle away because he wants to use it to hold hats. If there is one thing Esther DuPont can appreciate, it's a man who values his hats.

• You have three options to convince Cassidy, the owner: you either plead with him and remind him of the power of friendship, or you tell him the truth about the saddle being Bertrand's fiancée's family heirloom (and because Cassidy is a big softie really, he is moved by both these options).

• The third option is the messiest and the best because you grab the saddle and run while poor Cassidy is just standing there like "what the fuck just happened here":

• Just before the MC and Bertrand got to their respective rooms to change, she gets to ask him why it was so important now for him to get the saddle - and his reasoning involves not only Savannah but Bianca, who Bertrand reveals "has never had a favourable opinion" of him. Which for me technically means buildup for a flashback scene for her before we leave, so the story can highlight why she secretly shares Leona's mistrust of the Crown. There have already been a couple instances where Bianca has hinted at her disappointment, and I'd be kiiinda surprised if it doesn't come up next chapter.

• Bertrand suddenly starts "realizing the importance of parents" with Bartie Sr's return? Really?? How and why? Wasn't he extremely conflicted about Bartie Sr earlier? You'd think they'd expand on that but no.

• Since the MC and Hana are from the bride's side (for no reason) they wear these lovely pink outfits (of course, if the MC decides against that, she can always choose Pepto Bismol!). The men wear blue and white with pink flowers at the lapel, and interestingly Maxwell wears a bowtie rather than the tie Liam and Drake wear (I'm guessing so he could match with Bertrand).

• As with most things on Hana's playthrough, Maxwell takes her place for scenes where an LI is to assist the MC (either in picking an outfit or in choosing for something like the nursery). Here, we meet Maxwell first, then see Hana's outfit afterwards.

• ...Madeleine believing she's "an actual professional", and in fact better than Jess, and Blake Yasuda.

If I had to make a list of how poor a professional you are, it would be - oh wait. I already have a comprehensive list of that. It's the entirety of Book 3.

• Madeleine is not our press secretary anymore (thank goodness) but she still hasn't lost her need to control and criticize and screech at people. Unfortunately, by virtue of being last in the room just when the MC is hit by a wave of nausea, Madeleine ends up sharing the secret of our possible pregnancy with us (eww).

• Because the MC is impatient as hell, Madeleine shoves the test into a desk drawer and waits for the timer to go off, after which we find...two tests (how did she not see this when she was opening the desk). Which one is ours? (the positive one, but for plot purposes the MC is kept not knowing about this).

• I'm not appreciating Madeleine carrying around pregnancy tests. That'll always be a weird thing to do.

• Why the heck was Savannah keeping her negative test in a desk in someone else's room? Why not just throw it away? Like I understand not wanting Bertrand to know but this is just next-level bizarre. What's it supposed to be: "a keepsake of that time when I was not pregnant"?

• So now the plan is to figure out who took the other test and confirm any results from them. The rest of the bridal party (Penelope, Olivia and Kiara) are downstairs making small talk and discussing wedding fashion/traditions. You get references to Lythikos weddings ("all knives and crossbows", which is actually Kiara's disbelieving statement that Olivia confirms).

• Time for the wedding! And the MC needs to ask a woman from the court about this test, and quick.

• You'd think she'd zero in first on a girl who was already in a relationship but nope. Kiara it is. Even after she's told us enough times that she isn't dating nor does she want to. Asking KIARA this question first is a clear sign of lack of common sense.

@ Option 2: The writers seem to forget that this was a woman who didn't mind juggling both work and finding a suitor. Like...sure, she has a position in the palace now and her priorities may have changed but let's not forget that it's just as easy to give a girl like Kiki a phenomenal love interest in the time they took to lovingly plan a "reward" for Penelope 🙄 Just say you're too lazy to even try giving Kiara nice things that she more than deserves and go, PB.

• Savannah finally enters the venue, riding her horse Thunder and wearing a version of the RoE MC's free wedding dress that has wider straps. Bianca notices the saddle, surprised, and Savannah (in the only sequence where she makes 1/4th of an effort to support her partner in front of her shitty family) informs her that it was Bertrand who got it from the store for her. Bianca's way of repaying him for doing this is tears in the eyes and a whispered "thank you".

• You know that isn't enough, Bianca. You and your daughter stood by while your sister treated this guy like shit. You allowed him to suffer when he was the bridegroom in this entire wedding shindig, and let's not forget his money was what was supporting her in Paris when she didn't even keep in touch with anyone - including you. Yet you and your sister let your bias - fueled by other assholes - make it okay to treat him like this?

• Also, Cassidy's shop seems to be nearby and I'm pretty sure Bianca and Leona know him at least a little better than Bertrand or the MC do, if they sold a precious family heirloom to him. Why weren't they going and asking him, even after realizing how important the saddle was to Savannah? Surely they'd understand that he was a softie at heart, or at least they could have made an effort. Sure, pride could be a factor but this was a matter of Bianca's daughter's happiness...I guess actually doing something about it other than mope and brood isn't much of a Walker trait.

• Bartie Sr is yapping loudly without caring how he's disrupting the ceremony by doing so, and the MC needs to make a decision to keep him quiet. She can choose between Madeleine and Penelope:

- Madeleine: is clearly the option PB wants you to pick because they wrote her bit with Bartie quite well. Bartie Sr recognizes Madeleine as "Godfrey's little girl" and it's nice to see her distance herself from her father and reaffirm her authority beyond him. She also shuts the man down so fast he must have gotten whiplash.

- Penelope: is there. And thinks we're playing dumb charades in the middle of a wedding. Her poodles are smarter and eventually get the job done, because if you want something done, Penelope is the last person you should be asking.

• I've also learned from this sequence (and chapter) that the Choices fandom only needs the slightest, flimsiest excuse to like Madeleine. Like that's it. Kiara will be hated by some until the end of all time and have to go through hell to get even a tiny smidgen of respect, even. Forget about getting memes about how great Kiara is and how narrow-minded the people who dislike her are. Nah only the white woman gets that.

• Anyway, Bartie Sr shuts up, and the wedding is underway. Except Chuck decides now is a good time to object.

• It's cliché, it's stupid, it's totally what you'd expect at Savannah's wedding, but at least you get the option to say "fight! fight! fight!" with Olivia gleefully joining you and Liam going all "ffs ladies I'm trying to officiate here" 😂 For that alone this sequence is worth it.

• The option for Bertrand to "rise above Chuck with your eloquence" is nice, because Bertrand then makes it clear that the decision to be with him or not rests with Savannah, and Chuck disrespecting Savannah's wishes and choices is the real issue here. You get a minimal version of the same message with the more aggressive option, but the message is essentially "what Savannah wants is more important". I only wish that message went both ways coz for the most part I just never see the same amount of effort or consideration from her side.

• 🤦🏽‍♀ Jesus Pop-Tarts Eating Christ, Bertrand. YOU'RE NOT PAYING ME WELL ENOUGH FOR ME TO BE YOUR HUMAN-SIZED BACKUP THESAURUS.

• You have one eloquent choice, one cute one. But my favourite one is the one that focuses on Esther rather than the actual couple 🤣

- I miss hearing my duchy by name, okay? It's been said a couple of times in this book but still.

- "Daniel Henney" 😁😁😁😁😁

- This is revenge for that time when Savannah and Bertrand would have taken over the hype of my reception party for themselves except that I didn't pay the diamonds.

- I still don't understand why Esther is the reason this pair works when she hasn't done shit but okay, we'll roll with that. As long as this is the last time I hear about this version of events from either of them.

- Also pls now that they're married, just...let them stew in their awkward silences together for the rest of their lives. I don't want to be involved anymore. It's exhausting.

• Savannah's vows are really more about how she felt Bertrand was out of her league and how he welcomed her anyway etc etc. Hana and Maxwell pass the rings for Savannah and Bertrand respectively. Cue cute Bro-mont moment between Bertrand and Maxwell.

• Marriage solemized (😬). Now it's time to - as Maxwell puts it - PARTAAAY.

• This is not the first time we're seeing someone use Penelope's nickname (in the "she's not my bestie" option in Portavira, Emmeline calls her "Pen"). But it is the first time someone has used it by default in the books. Guess it's kind of a mark of the progress of the relationship, that Zeke has already begun calling her that.

• It's time for the bouquet toss, and as per Madeleine's suggestions also time to find out if this test belongs to either Penelope or Olivia. You have four options altogether:

- Penelope: grabs the bouquet, is happy, everyone believes this means she's next in line, and Madeleine is not very subtle about hinting that she may be pregnant so Penelope laughs at her and says no wonder Kiara calls her "an angry poodle" (somehow I think "poodle" wasn't the term Kiara wanted to be using there 😅...)

- Olivia: Doesn't catch, doesn't care, calls "Maddy" out on being nosy.

- MC: Really likes flowers.

- If the timer runs out before you choose someone, Kiara catches it. She also really likes flowers.

• I'm pretty sure a lot of this sequence is geared towards highlighting where in her relationship with Zeke Penelope is right now, since she is the only one who actually doesn't mind these "you're next" hints all that much. Next wedding for Book 2 must be hers (😑)

• I'm meh about the possibility, but at least maybe (if they're hosting anything in Castelserraillian) I'll get to see more of Kiara's estate and Kiara's parents - with some actual attention given to Kiara this time.

• You get to take your spouse aside and briefly talk to them, either telling them that you've "got it covered", tell them a little of what you're doing without disclosing the possibility of your pregnancy, or tell them it's complicated and can't really be said that quickly. I think the last two options have variations but idk about the first one.

I missed Maxwell's screenshot of the response to "invasive personal questions" thing coz I'm finishing this QT in a rush and wound up not asking anyone (sorry!), but if any of my wonderful Maxwell stan readers are still reading this I'd love to know!!

• I like that the MC can point out how invasive she's being, going around and quizzing people about the status of their uterus after complaining about everyone else doing the same thing. It's nice that you can see her understand that, otherwise it's always been "one rule for me and another for the rest of the world".

• Bartie Sr makes a toast that's all about him and his house and how proud he is of his son, and hardly about the couple. Istg he's worse than the toddler named after him.

• Speaking of Bartie Jr, he gets so excited about the cake he drives straight in, like that dude from Cold November Rain:

(I'm calling it, this is what Bartie Jr might possibly do as an adult, in the series that revolves around our kids all grown up, if there is one. "Kayyyyke!" He is a Beaumont, after all)

• Poor Blake is panicking, Bertrand is sad coz he wanted the perfect wedding cake for Savannah, Savannah is happy coz the writers are desperate to show us she isn't as whiny a person as she actually is.

• LMAO @ the LIs' responses to the MC wanting to scrape cake off a toddler.

• So Madeleine pulls the MC aside to tell her she's not pregnant because she has overheard that Savannah was taking one this morning. How...did she make that leap in logic?

• Overhearing Savannah say she took a pregnancy test only proves that one of the tests belonged to her. NOT that it would be automatically the positive one. Madeleine may be an established courtier but she lacks decent deduction skills and basic common sense. I should have called Olivia for this job gah. It's already canon that her deduction skills are better than Bastien and Drake's combined!

• We go back to our LI, and Bertrand and Savannah check in on us. Jess and Blake step in to alert us to another problem: the DJ's speakers has gone bust, and that means a Beaumont Bash with no dancing.

• Okay so...who are the ones actually staying on this semi-broke ranch, have been around longer, and would know the local bands in the area? Leona and Bianca. Who is the one finally making the effort of calling them to the party? US.

Who was the person who was holding Bartie and didn't manage to distract him before he destroyed an entire wedding cake? Bianca. Sure one cannot always tell with a toddler, but the least you do when that happens is apologize since you were the one in charge, rather than simply standing there and saying "oh dear".

Who sold the saddle to Cassidy? Leona and Bianca. Who probably has had more experience talking to people in that shop? Leona and Bianca. Who made the effort to actually get back that saddle? Bertrand.

Even the wedding planners that they got were because Liam recommended them!

Like I see them putting such little genuine effort into all this, and the nobles they judged so much are ironically the ones who don't shirk away from helping them out even though they're not as well-equipped...yet Leona still thinks she has the right to whine about everything and Bianca is doing nothing much besides letting her sister treat everyone else like trash.

• Anyway, the MC makes the calls that Leona and Bianca should have been making if you choose the options, and you wind up with a band, some fun dancing from everyone else, and a private moment with your LI.

- Begins with everyone dancing and rejoicing, Bertrand and Savannah thanking the MC and if we choose Bertrand and Maxwell can carry us on their shoulders.

- The tune changes, everyone shows a signature step, and the MC can choose to make either Olivia, Bartie Jr, or the poodles dance:

* Poodles: Everyone is doubtful at first, but Penelope has given her poodles dance classes. Merlin and Morgana stand on their hind legs, bob to the music and then do flips in the air. More of Zeke and Pen acting like a couple who have taught these dogs together.

* Bartie Jr: is a Beaumont through and through, you can tell by the way he says "dance! dance! dance!" perfectly.

* Olivia: is skeptical about this and most of her dance moves are marital arts moves, so Hana steps in and dances with her so she can have fun with it. Meh. I know everyone else loved this scene (part of me thought it was cute too, no lie) but I'd rather not see Hana yet again be nice to someone who has held such shitty opinions of her (I'm sure people will jump in and say that Olivia was just "helping" to rile Lorelai up...but no. There were other ways she could have chosen to distract Lorelai, and she chose instead to talk of Hana with disrespect). Especially in Hana's case, Olivia isn't worth the effort.

- You get to choose the music (regal, fun, yeehaw) and get music from either TRR, TF or BSC. Hana also asks you to do a dance move (a high flip, a Dirty Dancing type lift with the LI, or good old faceplanting).

- "Now that's what I call a party!" Leona says. Yeah, Auntie Bitch, no thanks to you.

- Bianca and Drake speak about how much Jackson would have loved a party like this, which means IMO that he's definitely going to be a topic for discussion next chapter!

• Partners are coupling up, and it's time for a little dance with the LI:

- Liam: You start with a cute callback to Coronation Night ("I'm ready to do a lot more than dance"), whiiiich I think the writers show a little selective amnesia for, considering that after Liam says he remembers the last time she said that Esther replies that she wasn't able to act on it back then 😳 (PB I did buy that scene. She did act upon it. An hour after she said that. WTF are your writers smoking). They also joke lightly about how nice it is to see a wedding minus assassins.

- Hana: Very simple. Hana asks for a dance, you choose who leads, and you both dance gracefully as everyone watches appreciatively. The couple notice this, and the MC talks about how when Hana dances everyone talks notice, and Hana sweetly places her head against the MC's shoulder, telling her that the rest of the world falls away in front of her. I honestly wouldn't have minded even a vague reference to the Cordonian Waltz since if you chose that scene that would have been your first dancing experience with her. If you're giving Liam a dance reference, might as well give Hana one too, right.

- Drake: There's one bit I'll address here and another that I'll address a little later. Drake and the MC dance together and are the picture of elegance according to the narrative. This leads the MC to joke about the change in him, but Drake maintains he is still the same simple, rustic whiny asshole guy. The rest is about Bertrand and Savannah (mostly Savannah) which I will get to in a minute.

- Maxwell: The couple dance a little, Maxwell compliments her moves, after which he thanks her for saving this Beaumont party with the music. He then lightly kisses the MC because she makes him so happy. I'll talk about the Betrand Savannah part now.

- Drake and Maxwell: Okay, I'm clubbing these two together because in extension to talking about their relationship with the MC, they also get to talk about their siblings. Which is fair, because they're after all the brothers of the bride and groom:

(First five screenshots are from The HIMEME Channel Drake playthrough, and the next four are from the rash rec Maxwell playthrough)

I don't mind that they get to talk about the couple. They're the family of the couple. They're bound to be personally invested in a way Liam and Hana may not be.

But read these screenshots and tell me you don't see a huge difference in the way these two talk about their own siblings. Tell me you don't see more attention being given to one while the other one essentially gets barely two lines to talk about literally the same thing. Tell me how it makes sense for Drake's wife to make a reference to family, and not for Maxwell's wife who has also seen and learned similar lessons about family in a shorter span of time (esp with Bartie Sr's return).

Drake - for the umpteenth time - has dialogues that are more personal and specific to him, that emphasize more on the importance of family. He's the one who talks about Bertrand never allowing himself to love Savannah, he's the one who envisions (for some reason that I can't fathom because this doesn't sound like the Savannah I've seen in the books) Savannah as this self-sacrificing figure, and he's the one talking about how the couple would have been "heartbroken without music". Maxwell's is pretty much "oh look now they're happy" - when he could have easily gotten a couple of lines about Beaumont Bashes and how parties like these are the only times Bertrand allows himself to let loose for example (it's true).

Someone once asked me how I knew the attention given to Bertrand was really about enriching Drake's storyline...this, among other things, is proof. This family story could have involved Maxwell instead of pushing him so far out of the narrative. This ordeal involved his family too. PB seems to constantly - and conveniently - "forget" that.

• Once this sequence is over, Savannah comes over to thank the MC for the things she's been helping with behind the scenes, and the MC can either congratulate her, or straightout ask her if she's pregnant. Either way, Savannah lets the MC know that she isn't pregnant, and she didn't want to stress Bertrand out unnecessarily with the news.

• Which means only one thing. WE ARE FINALLY PREGNANT!!

• So the next chapter is going to be about disclosing the news to the LIs and the other guests, and possibly to have Bianca's remaining issues aired out in the open, which may possibly lead to another flashback? Whatever it is, it's clear now that we'll be spending our final chapter in Texas this week.

General Thoughts:

• Sigh they just HAD to make Madeleine and Savannah the first to know, right?

• I don't have a lot of thoughts really that I haven't already shared. The next chapter seems promising because it's the big one, and it should be customized so each LI has a different reaction and/or a different story to tell related to how they view babies/family.

• Hana doesn't get a lot of space in this one - besides alerting the MC to stuff that could disrupt the wedding or dancing with people who verbally shit on her or minimal LI stuff (which for once...is okay, like her family isn't here and nor is Liam's which is why their dance scenes don't mention family that much), so she'd better get next-level amazing writing next chapter! So should Maxwell after they've done him dirty especially in the last 2-3 chapters.

• I was very happy to see some of our MCs get their well-deserved revenge by upstaging Savannah's dress with their Ana de Luca special. You guys are heroes and I love you 💜

• Ngl this chapter is one of those that reads better with the messier and more chaotic LI xD

• Sure Leona and Bianca have their own axe to grind with the Cordonian monarchy - and are justified in feeling that - but staying in their house has been painful. Painful. Worse then pulling out teeth. It's like the moment they provided housing and board for the guests they washed their hands off them and hardly put much effort into much else - instead had us do a significant amount of work for them.

• And let's not forget, Bianca/Savannah especially stood by and did nothing (though Bianca would make a few weak counterpoints when Leona insulted him) as Bertrand was being regularly humiliated and reminded of his inadequacies. Whatever problems Bianca had with the Crown, allowing her now son-in-law to be treated that way in her own home - with the barest minimum support - is unforgivable. If she didn't like the idea of him as a son-in-law she should have just refused to entertain the idea of Savannah marrying him, or told the couple to host it elsewhere. Bertrand shouldn't have had to make all that effort to do what Bianca or her sister didn't bother to do for Savannah, just to gain her approval.

• Yet somehow the Walkers are supposed to highlight to us the importance of family. How? All I see are a bunch of people who don't make much effort to look out for each other, and who depend on other people to take any initiative for the same.

• Nonetheless, I hope to see a difference in tone once we return to Cordonia in Chapter 14. (that's 9 chapters, people. Nine). There's other stuff left. More mysteries to unravel, more messy history, understanding what Olivia is upto and perhaps a visit to Monterisso at some point. There's always at least two-three main people we're expected to impress in a certain book (remember how we got our report card of performance from Justin, Francesco and Adelaide in TRR Book 2?). We've already had a chance to do this with the Auvernese, so Monterisso should be up next at some point. There's also some nursery stuff to purchase which I'm guessing will be done either slowly or in one go.

• Because there's so little time left with this book, and we already spent a huge chunk of it on the BertVannah wedding, there are going to be time jumps. Imagine the kind of time we would have had to explore this pregnancy plot properly instead of rushing it, if the writers weren't so busy drooling over all things Walker.

• Well. I can't deny I'm sorta kinda looking forward to this chapter. And the reactions from the LIs and other characters. I'm low-key excited.

• Until next chapter, folks!

#long post #trh quick thoughts #trh qts #the royal heir #king liam #hana lee #maxwell beaumont #drake walker #trr kiara #trr penelope #trr madeleine

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theweeklychronicles · 4 years

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Why Racists Don’t Deserve to Watch the Great Game of Rugby League

Firstly, hear me out. I know it sounds harsh, but there is a huge contradiction present in the Rugby League community where so-called fans still seem to have this racist mentality, yet follow our great game full of multiculturalism, talent and pride amongst its athletes. The NRL as an organisation does so much to promote an inclusive culture free of bullying, domestic violence, pride and cultural acceptance and representation within the sport, and I like to think they do a pretty good job. However, for some reason in 2020, where we have seen so much change in the world and sport alone when it comes to racism, it is still a problem.

Particularly in Australia, we have not been shy of controversy within sport, which we have a supposed “pride and nationalism” in. Take these examples:

1996. Hazem el-Masri makes his debut as Australia’s first Muslim Rugby League player. Throughout the 2000s, he was subject to a lot of racism through (unrelated, mind you) events such as the Bali Bombings, Salary Cap scandal, Cronulla Riots and yet he remained graceful and tact through these times where he was unfairly chastised in both the fandom of NRL as well as negative press by the media.

2010, the year which Timana Tahu withdrew from the State of Origin after reportedly hearing Andrew Johns call Greg Inglis a “Bl*** C***”. Not only had Tahu walked out in protest and spoke publicly of the issue, but Johns was also pressured to resign as the NSW coach.

2013, the year when Adam Goodes became more vocal in his addressing of issues of racism in Aussie sport and was met with the “Booing Saga” which followed him in the crowd at his subsequent AFL matches. The year a 13-year old yelled out an insult to him from the crowd and caused a media uproar. Who was forced to retire in 2015 due to having time away from the game to deal with these issues which unfairly pummelled him and overshadowed his career.

2019. Latrell Mitchell cops an on-slew of abuse on social media from trolls which almost pushes him out of the game. He bravely stands up and helps push the #RacismStopsWithMe movement after Mitchell became sick of the casual racism which fans continue to think is okay.

Now, these are only four examples in Australian sport of some of our greatest stars having to withstand the toxicity which remains in our crowds and sporting fans. But quite simply, if you’re going to be racist, you don’t deserve to watch Rugby League. You are not a fan.

- 12% of our NRL players in first grade are of Aboriginal or Torres Strait Island background.

- 24% of our Australian Kangaroos side have Indigenous backgrounds.

- Did you know, over 45% of the NRL is made up of players with Polynesian heritage? That’s almost 1 in 2 top graders.

- 116 countries are the birthplaces of our first-grade athletes, whose parents come from 144 countries around the globe.

The NRL Indigenous Round is one way the NRL has dedicated space to recognise the contributions of our Indigenous brothers and sisters to our game, both on and off the field. It’s also a time the NRL can highlight some key social issues Indigenous people face and how we as a community can work to change them.

Recently with the Black Lives Matter movement reaching our shores from the USA, we have seen players such as Blake Ferguson, Adam Reynolds, Josh Mansour and Cody Walker take lead in bringing this passion to our football fields to recognise the role multiculturalism has in our great game. These players are just one example of individual-lead actions taken to create a more inclusive environment for all, and it wasn’t even some PR stunt organised by the NRL, but choices made by the players themselves to help stamp out hate in the community.

I am hoping that if you’re still reading this, you understand why I wanted you to hear me out on why I don’t think racists are entitled to watch the beautiful game of rugby league when their behaviour does not stand with the values and ethos set by the NRL and its players. It is hypocritical to be calling your idols racist remarks or casually slandering other players because of their difference to you.

This was not meant to individually target anyone, but I just hope that talking about racism and multiculturalism right now while we celebrate the Indigenous round can help highlight why this time is so special to recognise the achievements and contributions which our Indigenous brothers and sisters have made.

Let’s just celebrate the game for what it is, a melting pot of talent and culture that can keep us crowds and fans in awe of the abilities these athletes replicate week in and week out for their fans, and their fellow teammates. NRL players should be able to stand tall for their beliefs, cultures and values freely without any unwarranted abuse or attacks, and hopefully one day soon, we will get there!

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razorblade180 · 5 years

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Lasting Embers pt15: Past,Present and Future

Yujin:*Firm grip on Wilted Rose as she throws a right hook* Gotcha!!!

Adam:*lets go of his sword and dodges backwards* looks like history tried repeating itself today; so you got your semblance huh? Just when I thought you couldn’t look more like your mom.

Yujin:*flexing her hand from his attack* (I definitely felt that but I’m nowhere near as much pain as I should be.)

*shuffling side to side*

Yujin:(Hmm I don’t really feel sluggish but I can definitely feel a certain wait to me. Guess I really am denser. All right, let’s see what I can do.) Training only gets better from this point on; here I come Adam. *dashes at him*

Adam:.....I’m done.

Yujin:Huh!? *stops a punch an inch away from is chest* You’re what?

Adam:I’m done sparring; good control by the way.

Yujin:But.....why stop now!!!?

Adam:I’ve seen more than enough to know how you’re coming along. Not to mention who knows if I’ll have enough energy to make it back home at this rate. Long trip, fought you, and your mother. All before breakfast was over.

Yujin:*holds head down* Awww I wanted to really go all out. Hmm? *feeling a hand on her head*

Adam:You’re doing well for yourself; you’ll be a fine huntress in no time flat. Keep working hard *rubbing her head*

Yujin:...*face glowing red* th...thank you! I’ll do my best!

Ruby:*eyebrow raised* Is it me or does Yujin have a-

Jaune:Yep....

Ruby:That’s pure gold! *staring at Yang* how do you feel about that?

Yang:No comment....

Ruby:*Snickers* That’s a lie but okay.

Adam:*Turns to everyone* Well I think I’m gonna head out of here; my assignment is officially done after all.

Yujin:You could stay for breakfast;tell me a few new stories and stuff.

Adam:I would but if Blake is back home I can bet that some sort of meeting and celebration is gonna happen that I have to attend.

Yang:Funny enough she did mention she had something planned for you.

Adam:*groans* Well no use avoiding it I suppose. *holds out his fist* see ya around Yujin.

Yujin:.....*goes in for a hug* Thanks for all the tips and tricks sensei.

Adam:....No problem kid *hugs her back*

Yang:......

Adam:Bye everyone *walks away*

Jaune:Don’t be a stranger.

Ruby:Maybe next time we can have a rematch!

Adam:Ha! Ruby I know when not to pick a fight. Not making that mistake again.

Ruby:*smiling* Have it your way...

Yang:......Hey Adam *walking up to him*

Adam:Hmm? *looking at her*

Yang:*whispering* By any chance is your second kid a girl?

Adam:Yeah why?

Yang:I thought so *smiles* you’ve changed quite a bit. Wouldn’t be surprised if she had something to do with it.

Adam:My first child is girl though also.

Yang:Yeah but, it’s sort of different when you start off with them. You missed the baby face with the first runt.

Adam:You’re probably not wrong about that. She’s definitely kept me on my toes; she’s got a lot of plans she wants to see happen. Kinda like your kid. *walking away again*

Yang:*tapping her foot* Wait.....there’s one more thing. *saying loud enough for everyone*

Adam:.....

Yang:I’ve never considered you a friend and to be honest I still have a lot of wavering opinions on you.

Yujin:Mo-

Yang:That being said, you kept my daughter safe and was there for her when I wasn’t. I have to be grateful for all that at least. So....I just want to say tha-

Adam:We’ll call it even....

Yang:Huh?

Adam:No need to thank someone who’s just trying to make some sort of atonement. So let’s just call it even.

Yang:...*holds out her robotic hand* sure thing Adam.

Adam:*shakes her hand* Let me know if you want the real deal back. Creation relic was made for spreading joy after all. *walks away once more*

Jaune:Never thought I’d see the day those two can be around each other. I guess time can heal all wounds.

Ruby:I wouldn’t give time all the credit. I may not have any kids of my own but I know parenthood is a powerful thing.

Jaune:*rubs her back* It’s not too late for you. Yang and think you’d probably be the best of us.

Ruby:Your wife also has given me an indefinite pass to sleep with you if you weren’t aware.

Jaune:Of course I’m aware; I had to be okay with the idea.

Ruby:........How am I the only one who finds this weird?

Jaune:Oh it’s definitely weird but I don’t know. Our entire life is weird crater face. *walks off the porch*

Ruby:.....(It’s too early for me to process this) *hops down too*

Yujin:So, what do you say we all head into town or-

Yang:Actually, there’s something I wanted to discuss with you....

Yujin:Ummm sure?

Yang:*takes a deep breath* You’re grounded.

..........

Yujin:........what?

Yang:Yesterday you attacked me out of blue after a long journey. I think that deserves some sort of punishment.

Yujin:You have got to joking with-

Jaune:Now now, I’m curious to see what kind of punishment she’s planning.

Yang:*Red* It’s simple in fact. I believe it would be for the best if fought each at our best. Routine matches, different scenarios, maybe even-

Ruby:Just say you want to train with your daughter Yang.

Yang:*looking down at her feet*.......

Yujin:*grinning* Well I guess this the price I pay for being a “bad daughter.” If this is the only way to once again get into my parents good graces then *snickers* what choice do I have?

Jaune:*amping both of them* No time like the present then. What better way to start then to see semblances at their best. (Honestly these two are just....well I guess this is my life now)

Ruby:Oooo this should look interesting. It’s been forever since I seen Yang boosted. Yujin, has he done this to you before?

Yujin:Never been a need for him to until today. I don’t even know what my semblance is like regularly let alone pass it’s limits.

Yang:*taking a few steps back* I guess today is gonna be a learning experience then. You’ll learn a lot now that you have more aura to mess around with. *bangs her fist together*

*flames form around her starting as red but quickly changes to blue. Her scarlet eyes turning a beautiful sapphire*

Yujin:Woah.....(I hate to say it but, it’s almost like looking into a mirror) guess it’s my turn *crackes knuckles*

Yang:Pretty cool right? Think of this as a glimpse into your fu-

*white flames dance around Yujin as they glow with a tint of yellow. Intense lilac eyes fades away into an aggressive crimson*

Yujin:Hmm? Is something wrong mom?

Yang:*shakes her head and smiles* No just...got a little bit lost in thought. (Mom and Dad would flip if he saw her right now.)

Ruby:(It’s getting hard to tell which one is supposed to be the apple and which one is the tree in this case. Never thought I’d see Yang at fifteen again.) *looks at Jaune*

Jaune:*smiling* (Life is just full of surprises) you to ready?

*both get into a boxing stance*

Yang and Yujin:Armed and ready! *smirking*

Ruby:(I take it back, they’re both just clones)

Jaune:Okay then, fight it out!

*both clash with a punch causing flames and heat to rise; embers fly everywhere*

Ruby:*whistles* Pretty....

Jaune:Yeah, *staring at the match* they really are.

#rwby #rwby lasting embers #yang xiao long #jaune arc #ruby rose #yujin xiao long #adam taurus #rwby dragonslayer

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maswartz · 4 years

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RWBY: After Salem (concepts here are free for anyone to use, just give credit)

Ruby and Oscar are married with four children. Ruby now runs a weapon repair and modification store with Nora while Oscar writes books about the past Ozes. Maria Pine-18 Lyme Pine-16 Sunny (M) and Luna (F) Pine-12 year old twins. They don’t possess magic or have silver eyes but their parents have made it very clear they love them all the same. Especially after they learned about Maria’s insecurities. Sunny and Luna have reached the phase where they want to be individuals instead of just one half of twins. Recently they unlocked their semblances. Sunny can sense aura and Luna can read body language. Based on Apollo and Artemis. Blake and Yang are married with two adopted children. Blake works to help Faunus equality across Remnant while Yang helps design and test new vehicles for the SDC. Tawny Belladonna-Xiao Long-18 Vivi Belladonna-Xiao Long-17 Weiss and Jaune are married with three children. Weiss took over SDC and is working to undo the damage done by her father while Jaune teaches combat at a local academy. Nichole Schnee-19 Maple Schnee- 13- Named in honor of Pyrrha. She inherited her mother’s singing voice and has a huge love of music. In fact she wants to enter the music industry rather than become a Huntress. To her relief her parents told her they’d support whatever decision she made. William Schnee- 10- A curious young boy with an interest in science. He loves touring the various SDC research labs with his mother. Ren and Nora are married with three children. Ren is the mayor of a rebuilt Kuroyuri while Nora runs a weapon repair and modification store with Ruby. Lie Balder-17 Lie Nezha-16 Lie Sif-15 The headmasters remain a part of Oscar’s inner circle however with the fall of Salem their mission is now to continue to guide all of Remnant into everlasting peace and preventing future disasters. Beacon- Glynda Goodwitch Haven- Ghira Belladonna, took over informally after the battle of Haven and made official around a year later. Shade- Otto Dune, A dog faunus, friend and ally of Professor Theodore, he took over after Theodore retired. Atlas- Robyn Hill, after the fall of Ironwood Robyn was placed in charge of Atlas Academy allowing her to lead a new generation away from the military and teach them how to act like proper Huntsmen. The current Maidens Spring- Raven Branwen- After the battle of Haven Raven lost everything, her tribe lost all respect for her, Taiyang rejected her, she had nowhere to go. Eventually she decided she needed to redeem herself and began spying on Salem’s forces delivering vital intel to the heroes. Summer- July Storms- When the heroes arrived in Vacuo they befriended sisters June and July Storms. They soon discovered that June was the Summer Maiden. During a battle with Cinder June stayed behind to buy the others time to escape. Once they were safe she called down a bolt of lightning to kill her before the powers could be stolen. Her sister was the last one in her thoughts so July gained the powers and has been the Summer Maiden ever since. Autumn- Emerald Sustrai- In a fit of rage Cinder revealed that she never truly cared for Emerald as anything more than a pawn. Broken Emerald fled Salem’s fortress with Mercury. They joined the heroes to save their own lives from Salem and Cinder’s wrath. During a battle Emerald used her semblance to distract Cinder long enough for Ruby and Jaune to kill her. Her last thoughts were of Emerald so the power of Autumn went to her. Winter- Penny Polendina- After the fall of Ironwood many Atlesian soldiers who were loyal to him and the ideal that “Atlas Will Prevail” deserted and formed an underground cell known as the Frozen Soldiers. Lead by Harriet now known as Snow Hare (the only Ace-Op who refused to surrender) they will stop at nothing to bring down the other Kingdoms. Penny has devoted much time and effort into stopping their plans. Beacon Staff Headmistress- Glynda Goodwitch- The first headmistress of Beacon. Once Beacon was rebuilt the decision to name her headmistress was unanimous. History- Dr Bartholomew Oobleck- Still his energetic self always eager to share knowledge with anyone willing to learn. Grimm Studies- Peter Port- Still bombastic and passing on his wisdom and experience. Head of Security- Gordon Ryder- Gordon’s semblance allows him to create orbs of aura that act as his eyes and ears. He is capable of creating multiple orbs and has them placed around the boundaries of the campus. However while keeping track of them he often loses track of what’s happening around his own body. Origin- The Headless Horseman Combat Instructor- Paulina “Babe” Bunyan- A bull faunus, her semblance allows her to spot the weak point in things or people which allowed her to help her lumberjack father when she was a child. Origin- Paul Bunyan Airship Piloting- Skye Gale- When he was younger his hubris caused an airship crash that nearly killed him. After recovering he set forward to teach others to learn from his mistake. Origin- Icarus. Wilderness Survival - Forest Mann- The son of explorers who perished during a jungle expedition his semblance and basic wilderness training allowed him to survive. His semblance allows him to copy the traits of nearby animals. After making it back to civilization years later he began teaching others how to survive the wilderness. Origin- Mowgli/Tarzan Beacon Teams Fourth Year Team MNTY Maria Pine- Growing up Maria couldn’t help but feel like she was in the shadow of heroes and legends and as a result she grew insecure. Her desire to prove herself “worthy” eventually results in her being injured on a training mission. After that she admits her insecurity to her parents and her team who help her grow past it and see her own self worth. Like her father Maria can use magic. Appearance: 18 years old. 5ft 8in- Brown hair to shoulders Hazel eyes Outfit: Light red top with maroon corset. maroon shorts. Light red tights with green vine design, roses on knees. Maroon fingerless gloves up to elbows. Green vine design on gloves. Maroon boots. Half length version of Ruby’s cloak in maroon. Emblem: Three roses on a single stem, one white, one red and one maroon Emblem Location: Back of cloak Aura Color: Maroon Semblance: Stat Boost- Allows Maria to boost a single stat (speed, strength, stamina, etc) Weapon: Rose’s Thorn- Kusarigama with extending chain. Gun built into the end. Partner: Nautica Waves Origin: Rose Red Nautica Waves- The daughter of fishermen she grew up on the water most of her life. Resourceful and daring, she won’t give up until all options have been exhausted. Appearance: 19 years old. 5ft 6in. Short dark blue hair. Blue eyes. Shark Faunus- Shark gills allowing her to breathe under water. Outfit: Teal wetsuit with wave pattern, armor plating on shoulders, elbows, knees, torso. Optional flippers. Emblem: A series of waves descending in size Emblem Location: Shoulder armor Aura Color: Teal Semblance: Hydrokinesis- Can control water as long as it’s in liquid form. Can even shape weapons out of it. The more water she controls the more aura it takes. Weapon: Ebb and Flow- Twin pistols modified to shoot water. Using her semblance she can boost the power of the water to the point it can cut through metal. Carries a dagger called Shark’s tooth as a back up. After a few missions begins using a harpoon as her main weapon to conserve on water. Partner: Maria Pine Origin: The Little Mermaid Theo Schwartz- Due to a less than stellar home situation he attempts to defuse tense situations with humor. He believes in being prepared and carries many tools and items in his hat including a set of throwing knives, tents, medical kits, food and water. Not to mention his team’s ammo. Appearance: 18 years old. 5ft 9in. Short black hair. Green eyes. Cat Faunus- Cat whiskers. Outfit: Black pants. White shirt with black dress coat. Red bow tie. Tall hat with red and white stripes. Emblem: A hand reaching into a hat Emblem Location: Back of coat Aura Color: Ebony Semblance: Hat Trick- A pocket dimension inside his hat where he can store and retrieve any inorganic item he wants. Weapon: Cat’s Cane- A hook style cane with a built in grappling hook and gun. Partner: York Letterson Origin: The Cat in the Hat York Letterson- A firm believer in the phrase “Knowledge is power” York is almost always reading. He is eager to learn and teach as much as he can and often volunteers to tutor other students. When he has free time he can often be found in the library. Appearance: 18 years old. 5ft 5in. Long green hair reaching down his back. Often in twin ponytails. Green eyes. Outfit: Dark green pants. Light green button up top with a pocket on the upper left breast. Dark green armor over the shirt with light green pads on arms and legs. Pair of reading glasses. Emblem: A head of lettuce Emblem Location: Shirt pocket Aura Color: Green Semblance: Prehensile Hair- Can control and use his hair as weapons or extra arms. In a pinch can even shoot strands like darts. If the hair is cut it will regrow to normal length within days due to all the aura inside it. Weapon: Close Shave- A pair of blades with gun barrels in the tips. Blades can be combined into a scissors form. In scissors mode it can be thrown like a boomerang. Partner: Theo Schwartz Origin: Rapunzel Team NGHT Nichole Schnee- From a young age her parents made sure she knew that her name made her no more important and no better than anyone else. She is kind and generous and always looking for ways to help others with the Schnee fortune. She’s very aware there’s still plenty of damage to undo from her grandfather. In battle she will often target powerful or unique Grimm to add to her semblance. Appearance: 19 years old. 5ft 10in. Long light blue hair in double ponytails. Light blue eyes. Outfit: Light blue dress with white fur pattern trim. Dress ends little above knees. Blue and white stripped stockings. Light blue boots. White gloves. Armored breastplate, armor on lower arms and shins. All armor is ice themed. Emblem: Schnee snowflake with a sword resembling the sword part of Crocea Mors Emblem Location: Knee and elbow armor Aura Color: Light blue Semblance: Grimm Aspects- She summons pieces of Grimm to use herself. She can call on the wings of a Teryx or a Nevermore, the claws of a Sabyr, the armor of an Arms Gigas, punching power of a Beringel. Like normal summons if they receive enough damage they’ll dissipate. Weapon: Cyros- Icicle themed javelin that doubles as a rifle. The shield part of Crocea Mors. Partner: Guile Widows Origin: Christmas Elf Guile Widows- A cunning strategist who excels at using his enemies own actions against them. He prefers to lure targets into his webs and let them tire themselves out trying to escape. Appearance: 19 years old. 6ft. Black hair with eight dreadlocks, four on each side. Brown eyes. Outfit: Black cargo pants with a mild webbing pattern. Gray shirt with black straps from backpack forming an “X”. Fingerless gloves. Emblem: Eight eyes, top pair are farthest apart and bottom pair are closest together. Emblem Location: Bandana Aura Color: Black Semblance: Aura Webs- Webs that can catch, contain, or even act as nets. Weapon: Spider’s Bite- Twin curved swords with guns in the hilts. Partner: Nichole Schnee Origin: Anansi Hunter Python- Strict and serious he considers being a huntsman too serious to joke about. To his dismay his partner Tawny has made it his mission to get him to laugh at least once a day. Hunter is very reluctant to use his semblance due to its nature. However if lives are at stake he will do so with frightening effect. Appearance: 18 years old. 5ft 11in. Brown hair. Snake Faunus- Snake eyes, yellow with green pupils. Outfit: Green boots with a snake skin pattern. Yellow-green cargo pants. Yellow shirt under a green hoodie. Yellow-Green armor with scale pattern over hoodie. Emblem: Stylized snake head Emblem Location: Pockets of pants Aura Color: Yellow-Green Semblance: Hypnoeyes- Can command people to do things. Stronger commands require more aura and concentration and a command too far removed from what the subject would normally do will not be followed. When activated his eyes glow green. Requires full eye contact Weapon: Serpent Staff- Staff that can separate into chain linked segments. Can also shoot from the mouth of the serpent. Partner: Tawny Belladonna-Xiao Long Origin: Kaa Tawny Belladonna-Xiao Long- Adopted when he was 6 years old. Hyperactive, full of energy, eager to make new friends. Inherited Yang’s love of puns. Appearance: 18 years old. 6ft 2in Scruffy orange hair, brown eyes. Tiger Faunus- Tiger tail. Outfit: Orange sweatpants and orange top with baggy sleeves. Black patches stripe all along outfit. Armor on knees and elbows. Emblem: A tiger pouncing Emblem Location: Back of shirt Aura Color: Orange Semblance: Rebounce- Allows him to jump, leap, and bounce incredible heights and land from any height without injury. Weapon: Tora Tearors- Clawed gloves with guns built into the hand guards. Partner: Hunter Python Origin: Tigger Third Year Team VLET Vivi Belladonna Xiao-Long- Adopted when she was 5 years old. Very self conscious about her appearance after bullies at the orphanage convinced her that her birth parents abandoned her because she was ugly. Her mothers and brother spent years trying to get her to understand that she is beautiful on the inside and the outside. After being named a team leader she gradually gains self confidence. Appearance: 17 years old. 5ft 11in. Long dark black hair. Purple eyes. Outfit: Long purple robe with a hood she uses to cover herself up. After she gains self confidence she switches to a more streamlined version without a hood. Emblem: A pair of wings overlapping each other. Emblem Location: Back of robe Aura Color: Purple Semblance: Energy Ripple- Sends a burst of energy in a direction. Weapon: Tempura- Staff with fire dust on one end and ice dust on the other. When used with her semblance she can create waves of flame or frost. Partner: Terry Braun Origin: The ugly duckling Lie Balder- Though serious around most people when he’s with family and friends he opens up and loosens up. As a child his parents would call him their little Sunshine. Appearance: 17 years old. 5ft 9in Dark orange hair with a pink ribbon tied in it. Blue eyes. Outfit: Sleeveless green robe with golden sash. Magenta pants. Both have a sun pattern. Emblem: A stylized sun Emblem Location: Back of robe Aura Color: Golden Semblance: Light Burst- Absorbs natural light and discharges it. Depending on the amount of light stored it can stun or temporarily blind. Weaker grimm may even be destroyed by a strong enough burst. As he evolves his semblance he can direct the burst instead of releasing it in all directions. Even storing it in the form of light armor. Weapon: Stormbringer and Stormbreaker- Twin hook swords with guns built in. Partner: Alison Eirian Origin: Balder Alison Eirian- An optimist often lost in a daydream, her mind wanders easily. She enjoys seeing the bright side of even the darkest situation. However she does take her duties as a Huntress seriously. Tries to get Terry to smile more. Appearance: 18 years old. 5ft 10in Blonde hair in a ponytail, blue eyes. Outfit: Long cobalt dress with silver armor plating on the front. White stockings with blue shoes. Silver gloves. Emblem: A mirror Emblem Location: Back of gloves Aura Color: Cobalt Semblance: Reflection- Allows her to enter any reflective surface. Inside the reflection is totally silent. She can travel to other reflections as long as there’s no obstacles in the way. Weapon: Full Deck- sword that appears to be made of a deck of cards, shifts into gun mode. Also carries reflective cards to use as emergency reflections. Partner: Lie Balder Origin: Alice in Wonderland Terry Braun- Growing up on the streets led him to adopt a tough cynical persona. His new friends convince him that there’s more than one kind of strength. Very protective of those younger than him. Tries to get Alison to be more realistic. Appearance: 17 years old. 5ft 11 in.Scruffy brown hair. Brown eyes. Outfit: Brown boots, brown shorts. Brown t-shirt with torn vest. Emblem: A howling wolf Emblem Location: Back of vest Aura Color: Brown Semblance: Howling Wind- Can create powerful wind with his breath. Weapon: Howling Hatchets- Twin axes with guns built into the handles. Can combine to form a shotgun. Partner: Vivi Belladonna-Xiao Long Origin: The Big Bad Wolf Second Year Team JNGL Jim Peaches- Analytical and strategic he is highly skilled at coming up with plans that utilize the strengths of his teams. He has a fondness for insects and is known to talk to them when he thinks he’s alone. Appearance: 16 years old 5ft 5in. Short brown hair, pink eyes. Outfit: Tan pants with peach shirt. Tan shoes. Peach longcoat. Pink tie with insect designs (grasshopper, centipede, ladybug, spider, earthworm, glowworm) Emblem: A peach with a bite taken out of it Emblem Location: Belt buckle Aura Color: Peach Semblance: Peach Protection- Creates forcefields over himself. Can extend to include other people. With practice he learns to create smaller ones to throw as projectiles. Weapon: Peach Pit- Mace with detachable head. Gravity dust built in allows him to launch and recall the head. Partner: Lie Nezha Origin: James and the Giant Peach Lie Nezha- Eager and impatient he’s often the first to race into a battle. He enjoys moving fast and hitting hard. As a child his parents would call him their Moonbeam. Appearance: 16 years old. 5ft 6in. Short black hair. Pink eyes. Outfit: Amber sleeveless vest and dark orange cargo shorts. Armor plated elbow and knee pads. Orange goggles Emblem: A burning wheel Emblem Location: Knee pads Aura Color: Amber Semblance: Speed Rails- He creates rails of aura in the air to run on boosting his speed as he pleases. Only Nezha can interact with the rails, all others will simply pass through them. Weapon: Stormlillies- Twin chakram that turn into shurikens. Partner: Jim Peaches Origin: Nezha J.J Grayson- He is used to people mocking or underestimating him due to his weight and bulk. However he isn’t bothered by it because he knows it’s mostly muscle instead of fat. His teammates all find him awesome. He’s the powerhouse of his team and will put himself between them and danger if it keeps them safe. Likes to call Lyme “Sprout” Appearance: 16 years old. 6ft. Bulky build. Mostly muscle instead of fat. Short gray hair. Elephant Faunus- Elephant Ears. Outfit: Necklace with a black feather on it. Gray boots. Gray baggy shorts. Gray sweatshirt. Emblem: Elephant head Emblem Location: Front of sweatshirt Aura Color: Gray Semblance: Flight- Can fly as high or as fast as he wishes. Weapon: Stampede- Spear that turns into rifle, spear tip splits to reveal barrel. Partner: Lyme Pine Origin: Dumbo Lyme Pine- Calm and caring he enjoys nature in all its forms. A love of plants lead him to study botany, he can even use plants and herbs to create medicine in a pinch. He acts as his team’s medic. Likes to call J.J “Big Guy” Appearance: 16 years old - 5ft 3in. Short blackish hair, silver eyes. Slight tan from extended time outdoors. Outfit: Green overalls over a light green top. Brown gloves with floral pattern. Dark green boots. Emblem: A pinecone wrapped in vines Emblem Location: Front of overalls Aura Color: Lime Green Semblance: Aura Vines- Can create vines made out of his aura. These can be used for extending his reach or in combat. As his semblance grows he can add thorns to the vines. Weapon: Harvester- Pitchfork with guns built into the points. After running out of ammo during a training mission he has Harvester upgraded to a rail gun with two settings, small beam (the two middle prongs charge it) and large beam (all four prongs charge it) Partner: J.J Grayson Origin: Jack and the beanstalk First Year Team SNST Shiro Shishi- When Shiro was a child his uncle a crime boss named Kuro Shishi decided to cut loose ends. After personally stabbing Shiro’s father Kin Shishi in the back he sent a trio of assassins after Shiro, leaving the boy for dead. Fortunately a pair of drifters rescued the boy and helped him recover. The pair were retired huntsmen and they trained him until he was accepted to Beacon. Patterning himself after ancient warriors he read about as a boy Shiro is honorable, courageous, and a great leader in battle. He does however have a bad habit of starting inspirational speeches when they aren’t required. Appearance: 15 years old. 5ft 2in. White hair and golden eyes. Lion Faunus. Lion’s mane. Outfit: White samurai armor with golden accents. Armor has a lion theme. Emblem: A roaring lion head Emblem Location: Center of chest armor Aura Color: White Semblance: Power Roar- Creates an omnidirectional shockwave. Weapon: Lion’s Pride- A katana with a lion’s head on the hilt. Can shoot from the lion’s head. Partner: Lie Sif Origin: Kimba The White Lion/The Lion King Noah Rhythm- Growing up in a family of traveling musicians taught him two things, one was the importance of music, the second was how to ward off the creatures of Grimm. After arriving in a village for a show only to discover the villagers slaughtered by the Grimm he swore on the spot to become a huntsman. Appearance: 15 years old. 5ft 3in. Light purple hair and eyes. Outfit: Dark purple shoes. Light purple tunic. Purple cape. Light purple alpine hat with dark purple feather. Emblem: Flute surrounded by music notes Emblem Location: Back of cape. Aura Color: Light purple Semblance: Animal Melody- Can use music to communicate and command animals. No effect on faunus. His flute isn’t required to use his semblance but it amplifies it. Uses it to ask animals for intel when arriving in new places or to get a bird or squirrel to give Tomi a ride. Weapon: Pay the Piper- His flute shoots blasts of sound like Flynt’s trumpet Partner: Tomi Tumbleweed Origin: The Pied Piper Lie Sif- Curious and always eager to learn new things once she gains an interest in a subject she won’t stop until she knows everything about it. As a child her parents would call her their Shining Star. Appearance: 15 years old 5ft. Long light orange hair in ponytail to her left side. Blue eyes. Outfit: Dark pink dress with dark green accents. Armor on legs and along left arm and shoulder. Green quiver on back. Emblem: A green lily within a pink circle Emblem Location: Shoulder armor Aura Color: Magenta Semblance: Alliance- the more friends and allies fighting by her side the stronger her aura. She channels the extra aura into her arrows Weapon: Stormpiercer- A bow and arrow. The bow splits into twin daggers based on her grandfathers and her arrowheads are infused with dust. Partner: Shiro Shishi Origin: Sif Tomi Tumbleweed- The child of tailors they grew up helping their parents with the sewing. They love to keep up with latest fashions even if they know they could never afford any of them. Despite some initial confusion their team fully accepted the fact they’re non-binary. Appearance: 15 years old. 4ft 11in. Short blonde hair. Yellow eyes. Outfit: Tan shoes with yellow socks. Yellow shorts. Tan shirt with yellow suspenders. Emblem: A needle and thread Emblem Location: Buttons of suspenders Aura Color: Tan Semblance: Shrinking- They can shrink to a minimum of one inch high. Their strength remains the same as when they are full sized. Weapon: Needle point. A rapier that can shoot from the point. Partner: Noah Rhythm Origin: Tom Thumb/Thumbelina

#rwby #rwby ocs #rosegarden #white knight #bumbleby #renora

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whitequeenasitbgan · 4 years

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The House of Smoke and Fog

Cap 3.

December, 1916

Erin knocked at Mrs Blake’s door. She opened, always happy and cheerful, just like her son.

-Hello, Erin! My dear girl! Come inside, George! Erin is here, come!

Erin was quite surprised from this invitation. She hadn’t visited the Blakes since Tom told her he had volunteered. Since they argued. She wasn’t even at the train station to say goodbye. She expected his mother to close the door on her face. But there she was serving tea and biscuits. Mr. Blake was smoking his pipe, reading the newspaper loudly to the two of them.

-Well, according to the news, the frontline hasn’t moved for days- said Mr Blake, putting down the newspaper to pick up one of his wife’s famous shortbreads.

-And this is a good thing or a bad thing?- Erin asked, in a clumsy attempt to hide her curiosity.

-Good, isn’t it?-said Mrs. Blake

-I suppose

-George! Who else in this house is supposed to know? You’ve been at war. You should know!

-first thing first, it was a totally different kind of war. We weren’t fossilised in trenches. We kept moving, it was a totally different strategy. Second, I was in the cavalry. And last but not least, when I left for war, I was young.

-My husband seems unable to reassure us, Erin. He has no respect for my nerves

-you’re wrong. I respect them. Truly. They’ve been my best friends for the last two decades. I don’t wanna tell you a lie, that’s all it is.

-Thank God the boys keep me updated, they write quite regularly.

Erin felt a sting of embarrassment. Mrs. Blake almost mentioned her youngest son.

-oh, ehm... are they alright?

-Yes, Joe has been promoted. He’s a lieutenant now. Tom finished his training with the rank of lance corporal and has been deployed to France in November.

Deployed. He was fighting, then. Erin hoped for the war to end before he had to. Christmas was close. The end of the war wasn’t, though.

-you must be proud- Erin said, in a clumsy attempt to hide her worries. Yes, they argued, but she cared for him. How couldn’t she.

-are you alright, dear?

-Yes, of course.

Mrs. Blake didn’t seem to believe her: she exchanged a quick look with her husband, meaning he had to leave the room, so that she could talk to their guest in private. Erin remembered Tom and she had developed the same secret tongue: just a quick look across the crowd and they managed to leave, unnoticed, to spend time together. A stab in her back. She hated how those memories tortured her, but still she was thankful for them. She treasured every moment.

Mr. Blake got up from his favourite armchair, -I need to collect some wood for the fire, darling. Would you excuse me? My wife gets hysterical when she’s cold.

-of course I do, there’s only one thing you have to do, now that the boys are away and still you forget about it. I am not your servant. I love you, darling -Mrs. Blake said, mad at him.

-Goodbye, Mr. Blake- Erin said, trying to smile.

As he left, Mrs. Blake closed the door behind him and went to sit on the couch, by Erin. She took her hands and asked her:

-what is it, darling?

Erin never cried. She hated to. She was fighting against her tears. When Mrs. Blake pulled her close and hugged her, she surrendered. Her embrace was warm and comforting. She really was Tom’s mother: he reacted the same way, when Erin was crying. He just hugged her. Every time. He was always there for her, but not this time. His mother felt different, but Erin was thankful for that hug.

-I’m so sorry Mrs. Blake...

-for what, my dear?

-for what happened with Tom. For being angry with him. For yelling at him in your orchard, you must have heard everything...

-You should have heard me, when Mr. Blake told me he had volunteered before we got married. Like father, like son. You were kind, compared to my fury. My dowry was ready. His position at the bank was secured. It was just a matter of time. I was almost 24. One more year and I’d have been perceived as a spinster, a failure. Imagine how under pressure I felt. And this fella’ came to me, galloping on his brand new Irish drought he bought with the money he had saved for the wedding, all dressed up in his military suit, he got off the horse and he said: ’I’m going to war’, smiling from ear to ear.

-what did you do?

-I punched him in the face. When he came back years later he apologised. His mother told him I had refused any other suitable proposal. So he came to me, seeking for atonement. Two months later we were married and Joe was on his way to this world.

-I thought he was born prematurely.

-that little bull? No way!- Mrs Blake laughed, pleased by her ability to manoeuvre the village’s public opinion. It was her talent. She could have made people believe elephants filed. She would have been a successful politician. -you won’t tell anyone my little secret, won’t you? Poor Joe would be appalled.

-of course, it will be buried in my grave

-did I cheer you up?

-a bit- Erin smiled.

-there’s nothing to forgive. Men seem to love war more and more these days, but they’ll never love us less. They’ll always come back to us. Everybody was enlisting. There were men risking their lives at the front, his brother among them. Tom felt he didn’t have the right to do any less than those men. How could he walk on the streets, passing by mothers, sisters and girlfriends of those women. He felt he wasn’t worthy of you. Not until he proved it on the battlefield.

-prove what? I know his value...

-to prove that he had done what he had to do, that he’ll be able to stand proud in this curious society of ours, walking with you, a beautiful woman by his side, knowing people will say ‘he deserves to be happy, cause he fought, he didn’t stay home like a coward’. He loves you deeply. Before he got on the train he told me to look after you. He didn’t expect you to come, though he kept looking for you among the crowd.

-I wasn’t even there. I was so angry.

-I know.

-I expected him to come and see me again before he left. For three days. But he didn’t.

-I’ve tried to convince him, but the last day he got angry at me. He’s gets angry easily, but never with me. I didn’t realise I was exasperating him. He wanted to see you again. But he knew he would have never had the strength to see you and leave the next day.

-what if he...

-no, dear! Don’t think about that. It doesn’t help. Think about what you can do now. Write to him. Tell him how you’re feeling. Don’t leave anything unsaid. Whatever happens.

It was almost dark when Erin took her way home. She met Mr. Blake at her gate. He had visited her family. It wasn’t curious. He and her father were close friends.

-oh, Erin! I completely forgot to tell you, the tea obscures my old mind, I believe. Tom was asking about his horse in his last letter...

Joy. Tom’s horse. The one he used to secretly teach her how to ride. The one he used to walk back to school, until they reached the hills behind it, jumped on the saddle and galloped away. Another stab.

-I have noticed he’s getting a bit fat. I really don’t have the time, not the physique du role to exercise him properly. Nor Mrs Blake. I know Tom wouldn’t trust anyone else but you around his horse. I was discussing this matter with your father and... apparently he agrees it would be good for you to get some fresh hair and go for a horse walk every now and then.

-how did you convince him?

-oh, I didn’t do anything. Goodbye!

-goodbye Mr. Blake. And thank you!- Erin said, trotting home excited.

-you’re welcome, come anytime you want, you know the barn right?

-Yes, Tom showed me everything! How about tomorrow, Mr Blake?

-sounds good to me!

Tom. That was the first time she said his name, since they argued. Her mother was waiting for her on her doorsteps, a big smile on her lips.

-did he tell you- she asked.

-how did he convince dad?

-he just told him he noticed sadness didn’t suit you- Erin was left petrified by that revelation. He thought she was good at faking. She didn’t want her parents to worry. She didn’t tell them about Tom. She thought she managed to keep it secret. She was wrong. -we knew it, Erin. Mrs. Blake told me everything the day Tom left. Come in, now. Dinner is ready.

The next morning Erin gave her dad a letter for Tom -thanks, papà.

-oh, don’t tank me, thank you mother. I couldn’t bear to see you sad as a widow anymore and she suggested this. She was right, I suppose, she always is. Give me a kiss, now... and off you go. I’ll be late. And be CAREFUL.

Erin took the horse on top of a hill. She had this silly idea that if she could set her eyes on France, somehow This would have helped Tom. She kept telling herself ‘don’t look away. Look at France. Keep your eyes where he is’. She reached the top, but the all she could see was clouds

-Sorry, Joy. I made you climb this hill like a monkey for nothing. Clouds. I was only hoping for a thin black horizon. Not that I expected to really see France from here. I’m not that mad.

Then she remembered. Tom. Talking to Joy. Looking at her. Smiling. ‘I’m not mad. I promise. I just love talking to him. He’s a good listener’. Joy was almost asleep. His eyes closed, his breath calm, Tom softly caressing him, holding the horse’s face in his arms, almost like a baby. ‘He’s sleeping, you know that?’ Erin said, getting closer to Tom. ‘I didn’t say he was good at answering. That’s your forte’. And he kissed her.

Another stab.

She was getting used to it: to the pain.

‘Be careful out there, my love’, she whispered.

Cap 4

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Trainee (RWBY AU Snippet)

Weiss met her end at the tender age of eighteen. It came courtesy of a stray coconut that just so happened to fall as she strolled underneath. The knock to the head wasn’t fatal. Unfortunately, it was disorienting. Weiss stumbled into traffic shortly thereafter and was promptly struck by a passing bus.

Now, it was a testament to the bus driver’s quick reflexes that he managed to hit the brakes in time to turn the accident from fatal to merely injurious. Alas, the impact of the bus threw Weiss off a bridge whereupon she found herself severely concussed, badly bruised, and in very deep water indeed.

She was also still very much alive.

Right up until the same coconut that had started the whole thing rolled off the bridge and clocked her over the head a second time. And that, as they say, was that.

X X X

“Am I dead?” Weiss fought to open her eyes. The last thing she remembered was looking up at the bridge, only for that damn coconut to hit her again. Finally, she managed to open her eyes.

“I am so sorry!” A silver-eyed girl in a red cloak was bowing repeatedly. “I am so, so sorry!”

“Huh?” Weiss sat up. “What? Who are you? Where are we? Why are you apologising?”

“We’re in the afterlife,” the girl said. “And you’re dead.”

“What? Dead?” Weiss shot to her feet. “I can’t be dead…” She trailed off as she found herself watching the police pull her body out of the water. “But… I… what?”

“I am so, so sorry!” The girl bowed again. “I’m just a trainee reaper, and my Uncle Qrow is like the god of bad luck, and we were going out to buy pizza, and he bumped into you, and then the coconut hit you, and, you know, he’s the god of bad luck, so then things got really whacky, and the next thing I knew I had to collect your soul.”

Weiss took a moment to process what she’d been told before she grabbed the girl and yanked her up into the air by the scruff of her cloak. “Are you telling me that I’m dead because of your uncle?”

“It was an accident!” the girl protested. “He didn’t mean to give you bad luck!”

“Bad luck? I was hit by a coconut, then by a bus, then thrown a bridge, and then the coconut finished me off! I think that’s a lot worse than some bad luck!” Weiss snarled. “Fix this! you said you were a trainee reaper. What does that even mean?”

“Well, um, collecting souls is like really hard because there are so many mortals now compared to before, so there’s like a whole army of us reapers who go around collecting souls. I’m a trainee.” The girl proudly showed off the badge on her chest. It said: Ruby, Trainee.

“Well, just put my soul back in my body. You can do that, right?”

“I mean… I could,” Ruby explained. “But I’m not really good at the whole healing people thing. So… you’d kind of be a zombie.”

“…” Weiss gaped. “A zombie?” she screeched. “A zombie?”

“Well, yeah. You know because your body would still be dead but it’d also still be kind of alive.” Ruby pried Weiss’s hand off her. “But I’m sure we can work something out. I’ll make a few calls, and we’ll see what Management says.”

“Make the call.”

Ruby made the call, and Weiss was forced to wait as the girl hemmed and hawed her way through what seemed like a very awkward conversation.

“So…?”

“Okay. I talked to Management. They agreed that you probably shouldn’t be dead. Unfortunately, there’s a real big backlog on unintended deaths, so it’ll be at least, maybe, a month before they get to your case.”

“A month?” Weiss bellowed. “What am I supposed to do for a month? My body is going to get buried. It’s going to decompose. What am I going to do then?”

“Management did offer you an upgrade on reincarnation, so you’ll be guaranteed a longer, happier life in your next life.”

“What about this life?” Weiss wailed. “I liked this life! I was going to be a singer!” Weiss fell to her knees. Tears welled up in her eyes. “I was making it, Ruby! I had an audition next week for the best music school in the world. I don’t want a better next life! I want this life back!”

Ruby patted her awkwardly on the shoulder. “I can, uh, try calling Management again, but I don’t think they’re going to budge. Budging isn’t really something they do.”

“Isn’t there anything you can do?” Weiss asked. “What about your uncle?”

“I think that getting my uncle involved would only make this worse. Like… your body might spontaneously combust or something.” Ruby rubbed her chin. “But there might be something I can do. I mean… I’m not much good at healing, but I know somebody who might be able to minimise your whole zombie thing.”

“What do you mean?”

“How do you feel about maybe being a vampire?”

“…” Weiss glared, and Ruby cringed. “A vampire?”

“Technically speaking, you can use vampire blood to reanimate a freshly dead corpse if you know what you’re doing. Now, I know a vampire, and she might be willing to help us.”

“How is being a vampire better than being a zombie?”

“Well, you wouldn’t rot, for one, and with enough sunscreen, you’d even be able to go outside during the day.” Ruby gave her a thumb’s up. “It’s a win-win.”

“…” Weiss looked heavenward. “Fine. Let’s go find this vampire.”

X X X

Blake stared at the reaper on her doorstep for a moment before shutting the door.

“Blake!” Ruby wailed. “Don’t shut the door!”

“I’m a vampire, Ruby. You reapers are basically the enemy.”

“But I need your help!” Ruby whined. “And I brought tuna.”

Blake opened the door a crack. “Tuna?”

“Yeah.” Ruby waved around the freshly caught tuna she’d purchased on the way there. “See?”

“Fine. Come in.” Blake paused. “And who’s the… ghost?”

Ruby pointed. “Oh, that’s Weiss. My uncle might have accidentally killed her, which is why I’m here.”

“I’m not going to like what you’re about to say, am I?” Blake drawled.

“It’s not that bad.” Ruby handed Blake the tuna. “But I kind of need to borrow some of your blood, so that I can sneak into the morgue, find Weiss’s body, and then reanimate her as a vampire, so she can keep on living her life.”

“…” Without a word, Blake handed the tuna back to Ruby and slammed the door.

“Blake!” Ruby clawed at the door. “Come on! Weiss had her whole life in front of her and everything!”

“I do not need a fledgling, Ruby, and that’s what she would be.”

“I’ll give you Yang’s number,” Ruby offered.

The door opened again. “I thought you said she was going somewhere… away.” Blake gestured vaguely. “You know wherever dragon-kin go when they’re not hanging around the mortal world.”

“Hey, give me some credit,” Ruby said. “Management has phones everywhere, even in the Otherworld. If you help me out, I’ll give you her number.”

Blake scowled. “Fine. I’ll help you. But I’m going with you to the morgue. If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do this right.”

X X X

Weiss cringed as Ruby and Blake crept into the morgue. Although nobody could see her, it was very obvious that people could see Ruby and Blake.

“Can’t you turn invisible or something?” Weiss asked Ruby.

“I’m currently on probation,” Ruby said. “Since I’m a trainee and stuff. They’ll know if I use my powers and stuff, which would be really bad since what I’m doing is kind of super illegal.”

“Oh.” Weiss grimaced. “Well, thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Ruby pointed. “I think that’s the one.”

Blake pulled the drawer open, and Weiss gaped. That was her in the drawer. Tears prickled at her eyes again. “Hmm… not too bad.” Blake hefted Weiss’s body up onto one of the nearby tables. “This shouldn’t take too long…”

They both froze as the door opened.

The janitor stared at Blake, Ruby, and Weiss’s body. Blake, Ruby, and Weiss’s ghost stared back at him.

“What are you -”

WHACK.

The janitor slumped to the ground, and Blake lowered her hand. She’d used her vampiric speed to get behind him before giving him a good, old whack on the noggin.

“Blake!” Ruby hissed. “What are you doing? What if he’s dead? Oh, crap, that would be two ‘accidents’ in the same day!” She breathed a sigh of relief as no spirit appeared above the janitor. “Oh, thank Management, he’s only unconscious.”

“Still,” Blake said. “There might be more janitors around, and the ritual could take as long as two hours. We need to do this somewhere else.”

Ruby cringed. “So we’re going to steal her corpse?”

“It’s not stealing,” Weiss pointed out. “You’re simply giving it back to me.”

“I… I guess.”

X X X

Four hours later, Weiss was still not in her body.

“Why is it not working?” Weiss growled.

Blake glared back at her and then glared at her body. “You didn’t tell me you have werewolf blood in your family. You can’t turn someone with werewolf blood into a vampire.”

“You’re a werewolf?” Ruby gasped. “No way!”

“I am not a werewolf!” Weiss shot back. “And everyone knows werewolves aren’t real.”

“Weiss, you’re talking to a vampire and a trainee reaper. I’d say werewolves are definitely a possibility.” Blake frowned. “And I’d say you’re about an eighth werewolf. Anything less, and I’d still be able to turn you into a vampire.”

“So what do we do now?”

“Well…” Ruby winced. “We could get a more powerful vampire, right? I mean… that would work, right?”

“It would,” Blake said. “But do you know any more powerful vampires?”

“What about your parents?”

“No.” Blake glared. “I am not going back to them.”

“But Weiss needs help!” Ruby put one arm around Blake. “Think about it. We could put her body in the fridge to preserve it while you call your parents and ask them to come here and help us out. When Weiss is back as a vampire, she can tell Yang about how kind and wonderful you were to help her. Isn’t that right, Weiss?”

“Yes. Definitely.”

“…” Blake glared again.

“Please,” Ruby begged. “Look at Weiss. She doesn’t deserve to die early. She deserves to live a long, happy, vampiric life.”

“You so owe me,” Blake growled as she reached for her phone.

X X X

Author’s Notes

And thus began the whacky adventures of Weiss, the ghost, Blake, the vampire, and Ruby, the trainee reaper. Seriously, though, this is something I threw together in about half an hour because it sounded like a funny idea in my head, and I was curious to see what it would like on paper (or on the screen… you know what I mean).

You can find me on fanfiction.net, AO3, and Amazon.

Definitely check out my Amazon stuff if you enjoy my sense of humour.

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