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wu-sisyphus-gang · 3 years

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Motion Sickness 27.1

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I wasn't the sort to dwell on what Weiss had wanted from me. Well I totally was. I dwelt on everything. I was a dweller. But I was also the sort to get my workout in anyways.

Really, my thoughts were on Eminence and her partner. The people I had killed. They hadn't acted like gang members or at least not like the picture I had in my head of gang members. What with the pleas for me to spare their lives and all.

Well maybe the picture I had of gang members was of non-people. Then when I encountered some people and killed them I was surprised to find out that they were the same as anybody else. They had died the same as everybody else would, or at least most people would; together, if they were lucky, and begging for their lives, besides.

Qrow wheeled out on me while I was practicing my Limit Breaks and just watched me move around for a long time.

"Enjoying the view?" I asked.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"How are you feeling, kid."

"Like a murderer and a liar."

"We both know why we had to keep it from Ruby. Now we just have one more favor from Ms. Malachite."

"Assuming she keeps her word. I don't trust these criminals as much as you do."

"She will. She has to uphold deals she makes in front of her men in good faith. Or else they'll start to wonder about their own paychecks. It's a little bit of honor amongst thieves. It's more to prevent backstabbing than out of any real sense of honor, though. Trust that."

"Gee, if you say it like that I really have no choice."

"Tell me how you really feel."

"I feel… all kinds of fucked up. I want to talk to Ruby about it but I can't and it's leaving me more fucked up."

"You know why we can't talk to Ruby about it. As far as she is concerned it's just one favor. Scroll keys out of Don Corneo."

"I'm supposed to just live with this. Live with myself."

"Yeah kid. Just like the rest of us."

"The thing is I think I can do it. I think I can do it easily , too. That scares me."

"Sounds too complicated for me. It sounds like you're struggling; just the same as I do."

I grunted and swung my sword at nothing. "It's not quite the same. And all I have to talk to about it is you."

"Easy kid. Have a drink. Relax. There's nothing you can change about it now and nothing you would want to anyways."

I inhaled a shaking breath. He was right. Qrow needed legs. I had to be the one to kill them. It had to be done. No one of my friends would have done it. Didn't that make it wrong? None of them would have approved. I already had the answers I needed. I just didn't like them.

"Who were they? What did they do to deserve having me come after them?"

"Does it really matter? Come on have a drink."

"I don't want to drink anymore."

"You need to relax somehow."

"I am. This is what I do to relax now."

This was how I'd relax for the rest of my life. I swung the sword fast enough that it made several satisfying thwump sounds in the air.

"Well, we wanted to discuss the matter of infiltrating Don Corneo's workplace with you." It was Ozpin. Someone I wanted to talk to even less.

"What about it? We don't need to risk Ruby or Nora now. And I don't need to wear a dress. We have Yang."

"I'm not super comfortable with my niece going in there."

"But you're comfortable with me killing people." I wiped my brow and glared at Qrow. "Your priorities are fucked."

"Easy on the language, now." Ozpin said with Oscar's mouth. "It's good that we have only one favor between us and getting Qrow back on his feet. Then, thanks to Ms. Xiao Long and Ms. Schnee being with us again, things are better now than they were yesterday."

"What does better for you even mean?" I wondered. "How do you handle the lying and the murder?"

"So long as they don't ask us about it, it's hardly lying. And from what you told Qrow you did kill somebody in a near bar fight. The story you told your friends merely bordered on the truth." Ozpin lectured. "As for killing it never gets any easier. And that's a good thing. Though we take life we don't make any light of it." I exhaled hard. It was no new advice. "And we don't make sport of it. I heard you encountered one of the people drafted to Salem's side."

"The Scorpion."

"Yes. Tyrian. There are others too. Others like Hazel Rainart. They would not be so disturbed by violence as you are. Let them serve as a counterpoint. Would the man who attacked Ruby and yourself be upset if they had killed someone? Perhaps. But not like you are now."

"I get it. I get it." I sighed. "You wanted to talk about the infiltration mission. I vote Yang."

"We should discuss it." Qrow interceded.

"We are." Ozpin and I said at the same time. That pissed me off.

"I don't like the idea of her in there."

"You think I have a chance in a dress? I can rock a dress but I'm missing a certain je ne sais quoi that Yang has."

"You didn't want Ms. Rose or Ms. Valkyrie to do it. Why Ms. Xaio Long?"

"Je ne sais quoi."

"Yes. I suppose so." Ozpin relented. "Over Ms. Schnee too, I suppose. Our Target has a predilection for the type who frequent such places. Ms. Xaio Long is a match for, at least in looks."

"She looks like a party girl who knows how to earn a little extra cash is what you're saying." Qrow wasn't happy about it. "I get it though. Maybe she is our best bet."

"She bragged about going clubbing at Beacon. She has experience I don't. Plus she has infinitely more time spent in a female body than me. She knows how to use it better than I can fathom."

"We should have a backup plan," Ozpin insisted.

"She can wear a wire and everyone else can be waiting outside. There's five of us in huntsman-shape. Speaking of shouldn't they be here for this conversation. Part of being open with everyone."

"I wanted to have a quick think-tank and see what you thought." Ozpin dismissed my jab at him. "Qrow trusts your instincts."

"I don't like any of it. I think somebody is going to get hurt. I think Don Corneo from what we know is a scumbag."

"And what do you think of Leonardo?"

I faltered for a moment. "I don't trust him. I don't like how Cinder and her allies snuck past him." If Ozpin thought hard about it he would see how I don't trust him either. I snuck past him. I could have gotten myself or somebody else killed.

And he picked me over some more qualified student who had a better, more authentic resume. He chose me anyways. Why? Was he incompetent? I sure used to be. Or could he actually see my potential and what I would become and thought it was worth the risk.

If so, then it was a hell of a risk. I could have been one of Salem's agents if only I wasn't such a failure. He trusted too easily in any case that was kind to him.

"If you don't mind me asking, uh- Mr. Arc, how did you get as strong as you are?"

It was Oscar this time and I was stumped for the question. I found my gaze flicking over his head to Qrow for a second who only offered me a shrug.

"What do you mean?" I wondered. "And it's just Jaune."

"Jaune, then. It's your mentality. You have this mindset that sets you apart from everyone else."

"I wasn't always this jaded. If you want strength look at Ruby." Emotional or physical.

"It's not that or at least not just that. I've already asked her too. She's something special. You are too, though. Even with the fate of the world as it is, you still train day in and day out and do everything you have to, even if it hurts you. You've even killed people. I guess what I'm trying to say is that you're not afraid of the dirty work."

"It's not something to be proud of but Qrow's done it too."

"But he's not our age. Or your age, at least."

"I have to. I suppose. Or my friends, those that are still here, will bite it too. That keeps me going. What's left of my team and Ruby's team too."

"Can you teach me?"

"How to have friends? Haven't got a clue. Sorry."

"Not that. I need somebody to teach me swordsmanship. How to use my weapon. Or start to until Qrow is back up."

Qrow gave an enormous sigh from the chair. For my part I hesitated again. I wasn't the sort, didn't have the training myself. But this was one of those things I wasn't sure I could say no to.

The right thing to do would be to teach him. Pyrrha would want me to. Ruby might even ask me to. That pretty much sealed it.

"I won't take it easy on you." I drew the long sword and posited the cross shaped shield on my back. "Can't afford to."

"Really? That's fantastic! I was worried you didn't like me. Wait is this one of those things where you mean right now?"

"Why? Are you too busy?" I mocked him. He took it as friendly teasing. And it was, at least to some degree. The kid was not Ozpin. Not yet.

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There was something in the basement. In the tall white house in the middle of the woods where my sisters and I lived with our mother something definitely lurked away in the dark dusty corners of the underside of our house.

I had to be the brave one. I was the oldest. I was a guy. It was time to be a man. It was time to stop being afraid of the shadows which hung on the walls under soft grey lights.

I’d been in the basement a thousand times and I’d been fine literally every time. But still I was afraid of our basement. I was scared of shutting the lights off and walking up the stairs and turning my back on that total darkness. It was just so empty and complete.

No lights penetrated within and the lights which did shine in the basement were dull and weak. It was always dark down there. It was always dusty and had the faint smell of iron or copper.

I went down to get a gallon of milk for my mother. A little errand for a big boy. It should have been no problem for me.

I walked down the stairs. This was the easy part. I turned on the lights and everything was fine. Dark still. But it was fine. There were no Grimm or other goulish monsters down here. It was fine, I reminded myself that frequently and with force.

You’ve been down here so many times and nothing bad has happened a single time.

That didn’t stave off my irrational fears. Just because I knew a fear was irritation didn’t mean I could suddenly control it. We don’t choose our fears any more than we choose what food to like. It was automatic. It was outside of our control. And the dusty smell of iron pressed in on me as I opened the fridge. The light inside the fridge was brighter than the grey lights of the round bulbs in the ceiling. This was the easiest part. It was the part when the room was most lit up.

I grabbed the jug of milk from the shelf easily enough. There was no problem to that at all either. I was strong enough for this. I turned around. I saw little Lily standing in the stairs by the door. Her eyes bulged in their sockets and grew strangely to cover most of her face in a distorted wave like fashion. Her nose and lips and ears shrank and all her hair fell out. She started screaming.

It was a high pitched wail that made my bones and ears ache. Then she shut the door on me slowly and turned off the lights. I was locked in the basement. Alone in the dark with the cold milk jug in my hand.

I raced to the door and fumbled blindly for the handle. When I finally grasped it it was only to discover the door was locked from the other side. I retreated back into the room and dropped the jug. The plastic shattered and milk went everywhere. It coated my legs nice and cold. I crawled on all fours. I searched for the fridge with reaching hands. A square corner. It wasn’t here. It must be to the left. In the total darkness I found the fridge and opened it to get some light. To get some respite.

Inside the fridge was a skinless, hairless, eyeless thing. It twitched it’s head on it’s neck and turned towards me without eyes. With long limbs it crawled out of the cold fridge and towards me.

It grabbed me by the ankle when I fell back and away. It stood there eclipsing the light in its naked glory. Its limbs were much too long and thin and its body was small and round. It picked me up with it’s one hand and sank its long teeth into my ankle.

I woke up with my ankle humming with a vibrating pleasure. It hurt, yes, but it also felt strangely pleasant. I… I rubbed my ankle in the real world. I stroked softly so the skin slipped swiftly there. It felt good. But I was on edge with fear and adrenaline. The sensations combined into a luring grotesqueness that was a pleasant sensation.

“Jaune…” My mom’s voice whispered to me. I heard it clearly in the soft night. There was no buffer or noise machine. It was silent in the room Ren and I shared. “I will always be your mother.”

Sometimes, in the throes of a nightmare, when unseen powers whirl one over the roofs of strange dead cities, it is a relief and even a delight to shriek wildly and throw oneself voluntarily along into the where the ginning mist yawns.

I checked a clock. It was four-forty five. I could probably get back to sleep if I really tried or wanted to. I didn’t really want to try. I laid back in the bed. I deserved worse than nightmares for the shit I had done. I was becoming something of a monster myself. Five. I’d killed five people. I’d elegantly unmade and twisted five coils until they certainly weren’t.

I sighed heavily and loudly as I laid back in the bed.

I needed to get out of the rental and clear my head. I need to clear it in a way which didn’t involve shooting myself which was a touch more tempting than I was really letting on.

I got out of bed and got dressed quietly. I made my way out of the rental and onto grey Mistrali gravel. The upper floors really were beautiful. But boy oh boy were the lower floors ugly. In a lot of ways it was two different cities entirely.

The sun was yellow and barely peaking out over the horizon. Beams of course light stretched through the air and I breathed deeply. It was refreshing and crisp this early in the morning. I muddled my way along through a market square clearing. It wasn’t busy but there were people out. I walked past the closed bazaars.

A brown haired girl spun in front of me and I stopped. She had deep green eyes and a red ribbon in her hair. She had to look way up at me to meet my eyes and I stared at her for a moment.

She reached into the basket by her side and pulled out a little white rose. “Here,” she said softly. “For you.”

“A flower?” I asked.

“That’s right.”

I looked away from her. “How much?” I wondered.

“That depends on the customer… for you, no charge. Sound fair?”

“Why?”

“You look like someone who could use a flower,” she returned easily and breezily enough that I thought she might float away.

I reached out a gloved and gauntleted hand. I took the delicate stem gently from her. I wasn’t sure what to do with it. I tucked the stem under a strap of my armor.

“Thanks,” I managed.

“Don’t mention it. Have a good day, now,” she bid me and just as swiftly as she appeared she was gone. She weaved her way through the openings in the early crowd. I blinked after her. I was unsure if I really saw her at all but I had the evidence of the encounter pinned to my chest.

I made my way down into a busier street.

I took in the sights of the shops on either side of me. One place was selling those little miniature trees that you trimmed. I wasn’t sure what they were called. There was a jewelry shop next to it and it was still closed. There was a dress shop with something elegant and purple hanging in the window. I stopped and stared at the dress. It would match Yang’s eyes well enough. I glanced a little along in the other window and spotted a flowing red gown which I bet Ruby could rock like no other. It was crimson like the tips of her hair and seemed to have petals flowing around the waist of soft silk. Her eyes could make anything glow and I was sure she would look like a distant dream in this dress.

I shuffled along.

I was suddenly shoved aside as I passed a bakery. The window display confections shattered and a man stumbled out with a cash register under his arm. He bumped into me as he dashed away from the broken window. Inside the bakery some fresh smell was emanating and a fat man in an apron shouted out. There were other customers inside. It smelled of coffee and baking pastries inside. They were open early it would seem. They were robbed early.

“Stop that man!” The man in the apron shouted.

The man with the register under his arm took off down the street.

I activated my semblance with a flex of will and took off after him. My feet… Ren was right. I didn’t touch the ground as I pursued my quarry on a pocket of air. I reached behind me and drew the longsword from the shield. The long triangle shaped blade ran down to the far too long red handle. I gripped it comfortably.

I front flipped in a thirty foot arc that ended with me landing easily in front of the burglar. People gasped and parted around me like I’d made a crater and they seperated around the running man as well. He stopped running with a slide and stared at me with an open mouth.

“Drop it,” I leveled my sword at him. “You can walk away if you drop it.” I watched his whole body tense up. “Don’t,” I suggested harshly.

He went for a gun. I crossed the distance between us in a sapphire blur. I swung my sword up into his hand where he held the gun and collided with green aura. I knocked the gun out of his hands and into the air. I stepped in and shoulder checked him off his feet. Before he landed I swung diagonally down from the right, then diagonally down from the left, then across the bottom in horizontal cut, then one last arching upwards swing that flung him back into a wooden box. He crushed it and his aura dissipated around him.

He dropped the register when I hit him.

He made to crawl towards the gun but, still Limit Broken, I glided forward and took actual walking steps where I kicked the gun off to the side of the street and far away from us. I continued my march and connected my boot with the side of his head in a swift sideways kick with the toe. He fell back and slumped over into unconsciousness.

I stepped away from him and felt my glow dissipate. The power was gone.

I didn’t feel particularly good as I reclaimed the register. I sheathed my sword and walked back down the street and through the gathering crowd. I walked into the bakery over shattered glass which crunched under my feet. I set the register on the counter.

“Thank you, young huntsman,” the baker said.

“It was nothing,” I returned. And it wasn’t. This meant nothing to me.

“Let me offer you a croissant and coffee. Please. Allow me to thank you earnestly and generously from my heart to yours.”

I looked away from him over his head at the fairly crowded establishment. Some people had left but many remained. Some were still partaking in their coffee and pastries even through the chaos. Sure, most had stood up to get a look and were now staring at me and there was a line near the counter of people still mostly organized.

“Fine,” I agreed with a glance back down at the baker. “I’m in no hurry.”

“Thank you. Please, won’t you have a seat. What’s your name?”

“Jaune Arc.”

“Just a moment,” I watched him go behind the counter and pour a coffee and grab a roll. He came back over to me and put them both in my hands.

“Thank you,” I murmured.

“No. Thank you.”

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I walked back into our rental. The police had gotten involved and had had a few questions for me but after that I was free to go.

I ran into Weiss in the kitchen. She turned around and stared at me from where she was washing some mugs in the sink.

“Jaune…”

“Weiss,” I greeted.

“I had the chance to talk to Ruby,” she informed me.

“And?”

“Well, I still think you’re being self destructive. But I see why you wanted me to talk to her. She told me about you two.”

“I figured but couldn’t assume.”

“Where’d you get that?” Weiss asked. She pointed at the little white rose pinned to my chest.

I took it off my person with my gloved hand. I stared down at it for a moment. Then I held it out to her.

“It was a gift, I think,” I said. “Here.”

“Shouldn’t you give it to Ruby?” She wondered. She reached out and took it anyway. She held it up to her nose and smelled it. “It smells like Ruby,” she breathed. “Thoughtful of you.”

“It’s really not. It’s nothing. Besides, I don’t think Ruby is much in the way of gifts. She prefers spending time with me. She doesn’t want presents.”

‘Not even a single little rose as a sign you’re thinking about her?”

“If she doesn’t know I’m always thinking about her by this point I have no clue how to make it stick,” I sighed. “I mean who does she think she is with those tights and that corset?”

“She’s very good looking,” Weiss agreed.

“She’s drop dead gorgeous,” I confessed. I blinked at Weiss. “Of course you are too.”

“Oh?”

“Oh come on. Your entire team is? Ruby doesn’t have any idea but you know. You know that you’re good looking.”

“What makes you say that?”

“You knew that you were out of my league,” I said. She blinked at me. “We can talk about it. It happened. I had a crush on you.”

“I didn’t reject you because I was better looking than you,” she scoffed. “Though you’re right to say I am.” She gave me a small smile.

“Total ice queen,” I laughed. “I don’t know what Ruby sees in me. So shoot. Tell me why.”

“Tell you why she’s into you or tell you why I rejected you?”

“Both.”

“I’ve met a hundred guys who could actually pull off what you were going for at Beacon. You couldn’t even play the part well. You couldn’t even pretend like you were all that. It was dishonest. And you weren’t even good at lying. So you didn’t even have that going for you.”

“You would have liked me if I was good at lying?”

“It would have been something at least. You came at me with a big ball of nothing. You know it and I know it.”

“So what does Ruby see in me? What did Pyrrha see in me?” I asked openly. “I’m mean, come on. I’m not much. And they are both out of my league by miles.”

“Well. You probably weren’t coming at them with a fake personality. I can only assume that they saw the real you and they liked it.”

“Stupefying,” I confided.

“Is it?” She pressed.

“Little bit.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not much. We went over this. I’m a ‘big ball of nothing.’”

“Are you nothing? It sounds like you put your life on the line for Ruby.”

“Well yeah. I’m nothing and she’s a good person. What decision was there to be made in that? It’s no contest.”

“You’re not ‘nothing.’ You came at me with nothing. They aren’t quite the same thing.”

“Don’t bullshit me. You saw straight fuckin’ through me at Beacon. Don’t hesitate now.”

“I don’t know. I suppose we’ll just have to see what’s there and what’s not.”

“I’m telling you that it’s not a lot.”

“But it isn’t ‘nothing.’ Is it?” She leveraged down on me. She pointed her chin upwards at me as she said it.

“And that’s enough?”

“Enough for what?” She challenged.

“Well, ideally making Ruby happy.”

“It might be. Is what it is worth something? Are you valuable down there at the bottom of yourself?”

“Probably not,” I admitted.

“Well I don’t know,” she confessed right back. “I never got to see the real you.”

“You never wanted to try,” I fired.

“You never gave me the opportunity to try,” she breezed. “If we’re honest you would have tried that fake personality on any date I gave you. So why would I bother?”

“Honestly?” I asked.

“Honestly,” she agreed with an elegantly quirked eyebrow.

“I’d like to believe I would have surprised you,” I said.

“Is that right? So you want to impress me?”

“Always have,” I returned immediately.

“I suppose we’ll just have to see about that,” she folded her arms and leaned back on the counter. She had her lips turned up in a little smirk.

I looked away first and pushed my hand through my hair. I clicked my jaw closed.

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moondrop04 · 3 years

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RWBY VOLUME 8 EPISODE 13 SPECULATION AFTERMATH!!!

SPOILERS!!!

Hmmmm......I’m gonna be honest......I really don’t know what to think about this episode 😥. I obviously have some thoughts about it, it’s just that I need to go by piece by piece with it to understand what the hell im feelin 🤨. So let’s go ahead and start with this AfterMath.....

-(Gateways To Paradise) So far I am okay with with this plan to create portals for the citizens of mantle and Atlas to use to get to Vacuo.

With Beacon, Haven and Atlas academies now in tatters and not heavily filled with huntsmen and huntresses anymore, Shade academy is the only viable option to take thousands of refugees since it is the only one left to provide proper protection from Grimm.

It’s just too bad that that Ambrosius really does listen to every word when being asked a request to create something, huh? With Weiss’s unfortunate wording when asking to create the portals, it looks like when you cross the exit portal to Vacuo there is no way to go back to the “central location” of the portal system. Now Oscar, Ren, Emerald and hundreds of refugees are now trapped inside a sandstorm filled with Bat-Grimm, that are sensing all of the newly arrived negativity. So yeah......that’s not good

-(Sad Day For Clip On Ties) Wow......I was really not expecting Jacque Schnee to die right now 😳. I was honestly expecting him to have at least one more arc as an antagonist with the Schnee family, then eventually die because of his hubris. Damn you James 😡 why did you have to go and ruin some perfect future moments of the Schnee siblings and mama Schnee kicking Mr. Clip On Tie to the curb!!!

-(Learning From Your Failures) Hmmm......I will say that using Jinn’s last question to find out what Ruby and everyone’s plan was a pretty good move on Cinder’s part. I’m a tad bit disappointed that the question was used for this purpose though, since I was kind of hoping it would be used to find out more about Salem’s plans or more about Summer 😓.

Using Watts to cut everyone’s communications to keep them disorganized in the middle of the evacuation was also a good strategic move they used. It’s also quick thinking on Watt’s part to lead Qrow and Robyn further away from the kids by making them chase after Harriet, who is currently flying with Ironwood’s bomb.

Now that I watched it a few times, I can see that Cinder really did take what Arther said to her, and implemented into her plan. She took his insult and literally became a bloody migraine for Team RWBY, just so she can become a big enough distraction for Neo to deal a fatal blow towards Ruby. If this is her way of showing that she knows she’s a pain in the ass, then I guess that’s one way of showing your growth as a character lol 🧐.

-(One Down, Three More To Go) Alright.....time for the most interesting part of the episode......Yang’s fall. Now just to clarify before starting this, I am mostly in agreement that Yang is not dead and is more likely now in some other realm of existence. Though I am too open to the idea that she actually died, which could lead the story plot to either using time travel or resurrecting her back from the dead. We’ll just have to wait till Saturday to confirm what happened.....

Now as gut wrenching this scene was, especially with seeing Blake’s reaction to Yang’s “death”, I do unfortunately have some small nitpicks on the scene. I kind of wished they had both Blake AND Ruby react the same way when seeing Yang fall.

Now I understand Ruby had absolutely no time to process what had just happened because of Neo constantly attacking her, but it just felt off to me that she wasn’t able to have the same reaction that Blake had 😥.

Just to be clear I am in no way saying this to take away the emotional moment from the Bumblebee shippers. Blake’s reaction was on point with her character and as well with her connection to Yang as her partner, so i don’t want any of that changed. As I said before it’s a small little nitpick and if there is the off chance we do see Ruby’s actual breakdown when all three of her teammates eventually fall down, then I’ll give this scene a pass. For now I’m gonna reserve judgment till after episode 14.

-(Neo is becoming Yang’s Kryptonite) One last small nitpick I have lastly about this scene will have to involve with Yang’s “aura break”, when she was struck by Neo. This is a bit of an add-on to a criticism I’ve been having about “some” of the aura breaks within this volume, so I’ll save most of what I felt about it when I do a review on Volume 8 later.

To make a short summary of it I feel that if we seen Yang taking some hits from Cinder before being struck by Neo, then I would give it a pass. Most of the aura breaks we had this volume have been really good, it’s just that some of them (including this one) didn’t feel right to me is all. Again I’m just being nit-picky about it but I just felt that this should be a small criticism that I wanted to give my thoughts about.

-(Why Does This Feel Split?) You know what......I think I know why I feel like that this episode is weird to me.....does anyone feel that episode 13 is just part 1 of an even bigger episode? Like episode 13 and episode 14 is actually one big episode but the writing team decided to split it apart so that the volume would have 14 episodes?

Lmao 😆 I don’t know, I’m just gonna have to watch the finale to see if my assumption bears any weight. Do any of you understand what I’m talking about?

So.........I’m gonna say that this episode was good overall, I just had a couple of a nitpicks here and there that I wanted to get off my chest lol.

I also want to address one thing before I finish up. Since this is the finale of Volume 8 I decided that I will not be doing a speculation post before the episode airs this time around. I do have several speculations that I really want to post for the finale, but I kind of want to enjoy the finale like a normal fan for once lol.

So yeah.....you won’t be hearing my annoying a** until I make an Aftermath post after the episode airs this time around. REJOICE EVERYONE!!! I’m Shutting My Damn Mouth!!!......sniff...sniff....😢

Till next time......BUH-BYE!!!

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blake-belladonna-defence-force · 4 years

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PLEASE randomizer soulmate au whee they bruise together!!!!! I will sell my soul for it!

@specter79 and @three-dogs-in-a-trenchcoat suggested the same one so here ya go!

Let’s call this... the Bruised Souls au.

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“Oh my goodness, Yang! How accident prone is your soulmate?!”

Yang looked at her roommate and sighed as Pyrrha’s were drawn to the new bruise on Yang’s ribs as she pulled her shirt down.

“I don’t know, Pyrrha. But whoever they are, they’re getting hurt every day. I doubt that it’s anything to do with clumsiness.” Yang said, brow creasing as she left her room, her hand running though her long hair worriedly. It didn’t sit right with her. Not when she saw bruises on her wrist like hand prints. Not when her cheek look liked it had been struck. And certainly not when she developed a black eye the other week.

She was a nurse. She knew what it looked like when somebody sustained a punch to the face.

“You don’t think that-“

Yang interrupted Pyrrha with a loud hiss as the dull ache of a new bruise pulsed in her left hip and she quickly lifted her shirt to reveal what was perhaps the ugliest, meanest bruise that she had seen. It flared out across her hip, cutting just below her waist band of her pants and she looked up to see Pyrrha sporting a horrified expression.

“I think that, whoever my soulmate is, I will be very lucky if I ever get to meet them at this rate.” Yang said softly, placing a gentle hand over her bruise and carefully running her thumb over the mark.

‘Whoever you are… Please be okay.’

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“Nurse Xiao Long. Please check on the patient in room 207. Blake Belladonna. She was stabbed by her now ex-boyfriend so please retain a good bedside manner as you change her bandages. The police are trying to question her but she’s hardly in the state of mind for it. Keep them out. That’s an order.”

“Sure thing, Doc.” Yang nodded at the shorter woman as she spun on her heels, white ponytail bouncing as she left the front desk. Weiss Schnee was certainly clinical but Yang knew that she was able to be tender when the situation called for it.

“Shit. Domestic violence is never an easy case to work on.” Yang sighed to herself as she walked towards the room with the case folder and her gear. “Alright, Yang. Here we go.”

She entered the room slowly, keeping her movements slow and predictable as she close the door to give them privacy.

“Blake? My name is Nurse Xiao Long. But you can call me Yang.” She smiled kindly at the young woman in the hospital bed. Blake’s black cat ears rotated back anxiously, her amber eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion at Yang. Her hand rested protectively over her… her left hip. Yang swallowed thickly, a sudden wave of nausea hitting her at the possibility that this could be her. “Um… Doctor Schnee wants me to change your bandage. Is that okay? Can I do that?”

“Can’t you just force me to let you change it?” Blake said lowly, tone flat. Her amber eyes were dull, devoid of any spark at all. “Duty of care or something?”

“I don’t like doing that.” Yang said gently as she sat down on a chair across from Blake, keeping her hands visible at all times. “My patients are people. As such, I’m going to do my best to give them as much agency as possible. If I have to bring in back up, then I will. But that’s a last resort.”

“…you’re different to my other nurse.”

“Who’s your other nurse?”

“Uh… Fall, or something?”

“Cinder Fall?” Yang quirked an eyebrow and checked around her before leaning in conspiratorially. “I really shouldn’t be saying this… but you have my condolences. I wouldn’t let that woman touch me with a ten foot pole so you’re, like, way braver than me. Just hearing her name...” the shudder Yang gave wasn’t entirely for show.

Blake’s lips twitched slightly, the movement tense. It was as though the muscles around her mouth had forgotten how to smile.

“Now… I don’t want to force you into anything you don’t want to do. But I really do need to change that bandage. I promise, I’ll be as gentle as possible. If I hurt you, you can tell me and we can take a little break, okay?”

“Can’t you get in trouble for taking too long?”

“I don’t really care.” Yang said honestly, shrugging. “They can yell at me all they want for “poor efficiency.” My job is to care for my patients. That means doing what’s right for the individual.”

“I-“ Blake paused, almost seeming confused for a moment before she sighed, moving her hand hesitantly. “Do as you must, I guess.”

Yang quietly thanked her and began the task of changing the bandage, carefully watching her charge as she flinched at Yang’s touch. Her breathing quickened as Yang’s fingers touched her skin, her jaw clenched as Yang hovered over her hip. As Yang examined the stitched up stab wound, she could see other bruises along Blake’s torso. Every single one matched up with the ones on Yang’s own body. Yang bit her lip and focused on the task at hand. It might be her, but it was the wrong time. Blake was badly injured at the hands of somebody that was supposed to care for her. Her soulmate appearing now, of all times, might not be the best thing for her mentally. Yang had to be careful about this.

Right now, her goal was to provide care for Blake until she was ready to leave. Maybe by then, she’d have a firmer idea of what to do.

“Excuse me, is this-“

“No, no, no.” Yang said calmly to the intruding officer as he stuck his head in the room. She stood to her full height and marched over to the door and barred the officer from entry. “My boss has ordered that this patient is not to be questioned until she’s ready. Anything sooner could be a detriment to her health. You can leave now. We’ll inform you if anything changes, yeah?” Yang gave a sickly sweet smile as she pushed his chest and shut the door in his face and locked it, snorting indignantly. Her heart, however, cracked at the sight of a trembling Blake, her ears pinned in distress as her eyes locked onto the door. The poor woman was evidently terrified. Not that Yang could blame her.

“See? We’re not going to let anything happen to you. This will go at your pace, Blake. When you’re ready, we’ll bring the police in. But the moment you want them to go, they’re out.” Yang said gently as she approached Blake’s wounded hip and calmly finished pathing her up before stepping back to the folder on the bench and smiling back at Blake gently. “At this point, your wellbeing is our priority.”

“Thank you.” Blake’s said quietly, her gaze drifting down before landing somehow near Yang’s waist. Her eyes narrowed in confusion, making Yang look down and inwardly curse. Her shirt had risen up, revealing the dark and ugly bruising in her left hip. She subtly tugged it down and met Blake’s eyes with a slightly forced smile. “So… now I just need to ask you some questions and then I’ll get out of your hair.”

“I- yeah. Sure. Okay.”

Yang smiled gratefully and began.

She’d have to tread carefully. Blake had obviously just been through hell and still had to deal with some of the demons that had followed her out. For now, Yang would focus on being her nurse and helping her as much as she could.

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WARNING: Graphic description of burn injuries/body horror kind of stuff.

=Chapter 33

No one could have looked more surprised than Blake at the strange assortment of people showing up on the Belladonna doorstep. Weiss was equally surprised to see that she wasn't the only one there waiting.

“Ilia!” she couldn't help gasping out upon seeing the diminutive girl standing awkwardly in the living room, rubbing her hand up and down one arm to try and rid herself of her jitters. “What is… I mean, what are you two doing- wait, that's not what I-”

Kali pushed her way past the young Schnee to smile down at her and say, “What a pleasant surprise! How have you been, Ilia?” Relieved that the host had taken over where she herself had failed, Weiss dropped back to stand next to her mother and Pyrrha.

“N-nothing.” It definitely sounded like the guilty, knee-jerk response of a small child being caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

“She was asking what the rest of us were going to do about Cinder,” Blake explained. As usual, she looked less than thrilled to be dealing with someone so transparent in their unwelcome flirtations, but it wasn't as pronounced as before.

“Oh?” her mother asked mildly as they all crowded into the room, Pyrrha finally shutting the door behind her. “What about her?”

Clearing her throat, Ilia tried again. “Sh-she's being released from the hospital soon, but… I think she's, um, worried about how everyone will look at her when she gets out. So… s-so I thought- well, we said this was our fallback base until we found a new one, and I came here, but I didn't know you wouldn't be here when I got here, or I wouldn't have come! Sorry.”

“God, show a little backbone,” Raven muttered under her breath. Kali wasted no time in elbowing her in the gut.

“It's quite alright, dear. Blake, could you phone Yang and tell her what's transpired?”

“Of course.” Looking around at everyone there, she asked in a quieter voice, “And… what has ‘transpired’ again?”

While Kali guided her daughter into the kitchen and filled her in on recent events, and to make the call to Yang, Weiss and Pyrrha quickly approached the messenger. The latter asked, “What's the matter with Cinder?”

“What isn't? She won't see anyone but Salem - she won't even see Emerald anymore, and you know how close they were. Because of… o-of how she looks, and her pain, and…” The girl's eyes filled with tears as she looked away.

“Sorry,” Weiss whispered softly. “This is all my fault. And… oh, I'm so worried it's only going to get worse now.”

Ilia nodded regretfully. “Yeah. She really hates you now. But she's wrong - it's not any more your fault for having a dad like that than it's Yang's for going with you! Most of us understand! She just… she's really hurt, and needs somebody to… to blame.”

Trying her best to be patient, Pyrrha smiled down at her and asked, “What was it you wanted to do to help? You started to suggest something before, I think.”

“Oh, I did? Uh… gosh, I don't know. Just to go see her, maybe? She could use some support. But you're not a Dragon, so you shouldn't feel obligated.”

“Of course I’d go to see her. I may not be an official member, but I’m still your friend, aren’t I? A-and hers.” Her eyes lowered to stare at her saddle shoes. “Even if she seems to think we could be something, um… something else.”

Scoffing, Weiss patted her shoulder. “She’s delusional. You like that Jaune in class.”

“I do! I mean, he doesn’t seem to realise I like-like him, though.”

“What a conversation,” Raven grunted as she plopped into the armchair. Weiss turned to glare at her, but she raised a hand to ward off any admonitions. “Save your breath. I know the girl got hurt, and she probably feels like she’s never gonna have anybody ogle her gams again, and blah, blah, blah. Life really kicks you in the tail sometimes. But you have to grow up and move on.”

While Pyrrha was mouthing “Ogle her gams?”, Ilia frowned and said, “It’s not just a sprained ankle. She’s really in pain; she’ll never look the same way again. Or see the same; she might have to stop riding, and for a Dragon…” When Raven glared at her, she ducked her head and whispered, “Sorry. But it’s true.”

For once, Yang’s mother didn’t completely dismiss something a younger person was saying. “Yeah. Probably going to be a real drag.”

“We should go see her,” Weiss agreed with a nod. “She won’t want me there, but I’ll go as moral support for you guys, if you don’t mind.”

“That would be wonderful,” Ilia said with a smile.

Blake returned a moment later, looking a little sullen but resigned. If Weiss had to guess, she figured that Kali had stayed behind to call Yang - and probably whip up a batch of lemon squares for unexpected guests. As uncomfortable as she looked about it, the Italian Dragon wasted little time approaching the Schnee women.

“I'm sorry this is still happening. You shouldn't have to enlist protection just to go to your own house and get some clothes.”

Touched by her sentiment, Willow reached out to rest a hand on her shoulder. Blake looked a little surprised, but that was only because they had just met. “That's kind of you to say, dear. I agree that the situation is… well, I had hoped…” In the end, she seemed to realize that whatever she had been about to say would help nothing and fell silent.

“Can I ask you something?” When she didn't protest, Blake went on, “If he didn't mind hitting you with a belt a few times, I don't think… he would have any real problem doing it before now. Has he been? I mean, how often does this happen?”

Only now did a deep blush of pure shame fill Weiss’s mother's cheeks. Pyrrha tensed as if ready to intervene, and Weiss herself felt an impulse to pull Blake off to one side and ask her not to pour any more salt in this particular wound than was strictly necessary. But it appeared the Schnee matriarch was capable of answering on her own behalf.

“More than I would care to admit. But… probably far less than you are imagining now. Jacques was understandably frustrated with me because I couldn't face the harsher realities of the world. And I hid behind the wine. So… so he would lose his temper, and I wouldn't respond to the shouting, and…”

“And he decided to get your attention another way,” Raven grunted from her spot on the couch, voice full of disgust. “Typical. Small men like him love to feel big in any way they can.”

“Yeah,” Blake agreed, though she looked a little stunned at having to agree with Yang's mother.

“I'm so, so sorry,” Pyrrha told her gently as she wrapped her arms around the woman, patting her back gently. “I’m sorry we couldn’t do more.”

Weiss noticed in that moment that Ilia looked a little out of sorts, and she couldn't blame her - given that she was the only one in the room who had no direct connection to the drama within the Schnee dynasty. But that was just how things were going to be for a while.

Raven stayed planted where she was and the rest of them did their best to comfort Mrs. Schnee. Nobody had much to say until Kali returned from the kitchen. She was already dressed for leaving, and a weary but passive expression was in place.

“Alright, Yang has agreed to meet us at the hospital. Raven, would you mind staying here with Willow to keep her company?”

Ironically, Willow was probably the only person in the room who didn't realize that “keep her company” was a thinly-veiled euphemism for “bodyguard”. Raven simply nodded by way of response, moving to the couch and patting the cushion next to her to indicate Weiss's mother was to sit by her.

“Oh,” she sniffled numbly, moving to obey. Weiss fully understood why she would have no room left in her mind to put up much of a fight after all she had been through that day. She half-feared that Raven would put a hand on her thigh or some other terribly timed advance, but decided to trust her for the time being. She had proven herself worthy of such.

And the trust was well-placed. Raven only patted her shoulder as her mother watched the other women take their leave.

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When the group first arrived at the hospital, they were turned away, told that the patient had instructed she not be disturbed. They had worried that would be the end of a wasted trip until they spotted Emerald emerging from the ward.

“Hey!” Blake bade her, racing to clasp her hands immediately. Weiss really wished the first thing she noticed wasn't the bright pink scars along her forearms, but she knew she now had matching ones on her stomach and her back - which greatly reduced the amount of sympathy she felt, no matter who had or hadn’t been drugged.

“Hey,” she answered shakily.

“How did you… I mean, I thought they were going to take you off to the slammer!”

“Well, I could tell they wanted to. But the doctors swore up and down that there was no way I could have known what I was doing with all that stuff pumping through my veins. So now that I'm clean, they had to turn me loose. It's, uh, still really scary but better than being in jail, I guess.”

Kali stepped forward and bowed her head slightly in greeting. “Glad to see you're recovering, dear. How is Cinder coming along?”

Immediately, all light left Emerald's eyes. She looked like a puppet that had its strings cut, completely devoid of life on the inside. Then she forced herself to take a long breath and smile at the older woman. “Better, a little. She's getting better everyday.”

“Then I'm glad to hear that, too. Do you think there's any chance we could see her? They refused us at the desk, I'm afraid.”

“Oh, I don't know…” Her eyes went straight to Weiss.

“She's paid her dues,” Blake put in. There might have been a little reluctance in her voice, but at least she had said it. That was worth its weight in gold.

“You're right, I know you are. But after the fire, and the raid on Junior's, she's not quite as fond of Schnee as she used to be.” In the end, she shrugged and turned back toward the doors into the ward. “Don't say I promised anything.”

By the time Emerald returned, Yang had arrived on the scene - on her recently-mended motorcycle, which she was highly pleased about - and spent the rest of their wait caressing and kissing Weiss's head, trying to reassure and comfort her as best she could. She was only glad her mother wasn't there to have to witness it; maybe it was better in the long run for her to start getting used to seeing such things, but the day had been hard enough on her already. Stacking more trauma on top of other trauma certainly wasn't going to help anything.

“Umm… she said she'd see you. But that she doesn't want Weiss getting too close. Or talking. O-or anything.”

“I get the message,” she grumbled as they moved to follow her.

Halfway down the hall, Yang hooked an arm around the back of Weiss's neck to pull her in close. “Don't listen to that pile of shaving cream. We both know the truth.”

“Yeah,” she sighed contentedly, leaning into the touch and the solace it provided. “You're right. That's what matters.”

Cinder Fall's hospital room was no more or less depressing than the one Weiss had spent so long in during her tenure there. A single potted sunflower graced the table by her bedside - likely from either Salem or Emerald. As for Cinder herself…

Weiss now realized that she hadn't got a good look at all the last time she paid her a visit. There were still bandages. Even after such a long convalescence, she still had bandages hiding the left half of her face and her left arm. Would they ever let her out?

When they entered, she already looked hollow. The look didn't change in the slightest when they approached, and the visible eye didn't turn in their direction.

“Hello, Cinder,” Kali attempted. No answer. “Feeling any better today?”

After a few painfully awkward seconds, Emerald whispered, “She shook her head when I asked that earlier.”

“I can answer for myself,” Cinder rasped. Her once-velvety voice now scraped out like gravel across sandpaper. Kali recovered a lot faster than the others, who were all busy wincing.

“Good, good. Then you can tell me why you wouldn't let us back here before.” When the marred Dragon only gritted her teeth and turned away, she folded her arms over her chest. “Hmm… seems you can't answer for yourself consistently. Maybe you shouldn't snap at your devoted companion for trying to help you.”

Taking some initiative, Blake stepped forward and asked, “Any word on when you'll get out?”

“No.”

“Not since the last time,” Emerald added, this time ignoring the obvious irritation in Cinder's burning eye. “They're still saying ‘maybe another couple of weeks’ and that's as specific as they get.”

“You are really cruisin’ for a bruisin’,” Cinder muttered.

After the briefest of hesitations, Yang stepped forward and grinned, gesturing to the hastily lopped-off locks that were just barely hanging to Cinder's chin. “What a lazy fuzzy duck. Look at that hair! Didn't know you looked up to Vernal like that, copying her style and all.”

That did at least earn a little snort from the patient. But her eye was back to staring across the room at nothing. Any fool could tell that the scars on the surface were nothing compared to what had been done to her soul.

“It'll grow back,” Emerald whispered, sitting on the edge of her bed. “You'll see.”

“Yeah,” she rasped bitterly. Her voice got a little stronger the longer she spoke, but the smoke inhalation had done its temporary damage. “But the rest won't. They said… the burns are too deep. I'm ruined. Forever. And none of you understand even the slightest shred of how I feel. So you can all save your- your well-wishes and sunny words for somebody else. I don't want to see any of you. I don't want you in this room. Leave… me… alone.”

That really seemed to be all Cinder could stand. She said more than the last time Weiss tried to visit, though none of it could be viewed as an ‘improvement’. Yang, Ilia, and Emerald were already turning away, and Weiss was waffling, unsure of whether or not she ought to follow, when another voice spoke up.

“Can we see the damage?”

Cinder's visible eye went wide in mingling disbelief and anger as it swivelled in their direction. “Excuse me?”

“Well, you're right.” Pyrrha took a single, measured step toward the bed before she continued, “None of us know what you've been through. We can't without going through it ourselves. But maybe, if we saw the injuries, we could empathize a little better.”

“You can't be serious.”

“I am.”

Shaking her head, she looked down at her own lap. “You want to laugh at me; after all those passes I made at you, now you can gloat that I'm not good enough for you anymore. Should have known! Uppity Christian girls always love to feel smug and superior. Isn't that right, Weiss?”

She did open her mouth to respond to that barb, but Pyrrha beat her to the punch. “I won't laugh. Cross my heart.”

“What's that worth to me?” Eye squinting, she demanded, “If you laugh, you'll take off your blouse.”

“Cinder, really,” Kali sighed in pure exasperation.

“How is that not fair? She's asking me to expose myself! I'm only demanding she do the same if I have to suffer any ridicule or-”

“Deal,” Pyrrha cut across the budding argument. Then she took a few more steps closer. “Go on. Unless you're really that afraid of my reaction; I would understand.”

Weiss could see what her best friend was doing there, and she could scarcely believe it: goading Cinder, manipulating her into relenting to her demands. It was surprisingly underhanded from her! On the other hand, she thought she could tell where Pyrrha was going with this; if so, it was because she thought such manipulation was the only way to help Cinder. Even if it wasn't how she would normally choose to handle things, sometimes one has to work within the available options, no matter how less than ideal.

“Fine,” the bedridden girl growled, sitting up a little straighter and reaching for the bandages on her left arm. “You'll see. You're going to see right now, you pathetic little- nobody understands, you all think I'm…”

Weiss could see both Pyrrha and Kali twitching as if they would move to help her. She felt the same impulse; Cinder was a fiercely independent woman, but it was heartbreaking watching someone who had been so injured wrestling with bandages all on their own. But for the sake of her pride, they resisted.

Until they all gasped.

It was bad enough when she unravelled her arm, because they noticed there wasn't quite so much of it as there had been before. Huge chunks of the flesh on her forearm were gone, and worse still, her pinky and ring finger were completely missing. Though the upper arm was whole, it still bore several stretches of burns that would take as much time to heal as the rest of them.

Unfortunately, she wasn't done. As the gauze fell away from her face, they saw it looked no better than her forearm. The scar tissue stretched over the forehead and cheek, fading just above her lip and jaw. Some of it inched into her hairline, but it looked as if the hair was already growing back so the follicles were intact. But that wasn't the worst of it.

“Oh, your eye…” Blake looked as if she already regretted saying it by the time Weiss glanced at her, but she went on, “I'm so sorry, Cinder. I mean it, I can't imagine…”

It was a lot harder for Weiss to look into that gaping socket than the rest. Cinder could tell - she could tell all of them were having a harder time with that than the rest, even if Pyrrha was merely gazing at her, contemplative.

“Hand me that box.” When nobody moved, Cinder growled in annoyance. “Useless Dragons.” She reached for the side table herself, but Emerald got there first, passing it to her. “Guess we should try this so you all can close your damn mouths.”

There was a glass eye in the box. Cinder took it out, staring at it as if it were the enemy. Every inch of her being was rage, hatred, bitterness. She set it in her lap, then picked up her glass of water and hesitated again.

“I've only done this once. Just… they showed me how, but I haven't needed it since then. Bandages would be covering it up, anyway.”

Then the real struggle began. The remaining fingers on her left hand weren't recovered enough to be fully functional, and she wasn't able to hold the socket open enough to pop it in there. After the first few tries, she began shaking with frustration, which certainly didn't help matters.

“Here,” Pyrrha said, reaching for it. Cinder jerked it out of reach. “Let me help.”

“I don't need your help, Straightie.”

“You do. Don't you get tired of acting like a baby?”

Cinder's remaining eye flew open. Incensed, she glanced around at the rest of them, as if waiting for someone to jump to her defense - tell Pyrrha she was out of line.

“Don't look at me,” Yang snorted. “Had to have a lot of help putting on shirts and stuff from my mom while my shoulder was messed up - and you know how much I really wanna ask her for help.”

Already, the patient was completely caught off her guard. When Pyrrha sat on the edge of her bed, pulling the glass eye out of her numb grip, she started and drew back from her. “Wh-what… what are you trying to-”

“Can you pull down the skin under your eye for me?” she asked while dipping the little glass sphere in the water again. Cinder obeyed, too flabbergasted by everyone's reactions to her injuries when she had been so certain of what they would be. “Thank you. Here…”

Everyone in the room held their breath while Pyrrha used one thumb to push up her bald eyebrow and the other hand to ease the eye in. It did resist a bit, but eventually went where intended - and she only had to tap it once or twice to make its pupil aim in the same direction as the other one. For some reason, that was more disturbing for Weiss to watch than installing it in the first place.

“There,” she sighed at last, smiling in relief that she was finished and it had gone successfully.

“Thank you.” That was so unusual for Cinder to utter that she herself winced at how it sounded in her mouth. But when Pyrrha’s arm fell around her shoulders, she tensed and said, “Now what do you want?”

“Just getting comfortable. I'm visiting a friend, aren't I?”

“Are you? I thought you hated me hanging all over you. Making you uncomfortable. This was an easy excuse to put a stop to that; I wouldn't want some hideous freak hanging all over me, either. You could never darken my ‘hotel suite’ again and I would understand.”

Pyrrha's smile was gentle, but also bore a hint of mischief. “What do you mean? I'm sitting next to the strong, gorgeous, confident Cinder Fall. A little burn here and there doesn't change that. At least, I don't think so… and I know I'm not the only one.”

While Cinder was still goggling at that much, unable to fully comprehend the situation, Pyrrha used the hand behind Cinder's neck to crook a finger at Emerald, beckoning her over. When she approached, brown brow furrowing, the finger pointed down at the other side of the bed, where there was just enough space for her to sit. Still clearly not sure what she was doing, she sat.

“What are- Emerald, go away! Sit in the chair or s-something!”

Before Emerald could do as Cinder commanded, as she almost certainly would have, Pyrrha's other hand shot out to catch her hand and pull it over so that they were both resting on Cinder’s stomach. “Let her stay. She really wants to be close to you.”

“No, she doesn't! She's just… pitying me, like everyone else wants to pity me! God, you're all so, so…” But she couldn't seem to come up with a word for what they were.

“Is she? I think it's more than that. I may be a ‘straightie’, whatever that is, but I've seen the way she looks at you. Maybe you should just ask her.”

Looking more distressed than Weiss could ever remember her looking, Cinder glanced first at the rest of them, then up at Pyrrha. Then, very slowly, she turned to the green-haired friend who had been by her side all along.

“You'd better not be harboring some secret crush, Emerald. We tried things and they didn't work out. I'm just…” Almost begging now, her expression softened very slightly as she went on, “I’m a bed-and-forget kind of girl. You know that! Stop forcing some weird feelings on me that you know I can't return!”

Emerald shrugged her shoulders, dusky cheeks blushing a deeper shade as she looked away. “It's not a secret.”

“What?”

“I never tried to keep it a secret. After that time we… well, that time, I told you how I felt, and you rejected me. Said I should stop making a big deal about nothing. So… I haven't brought it up again because I didn't want to make you uncomfortable.” Passion rose in her voice as she went on, “Didn't mean those feelings went away. You're still the only one for me! I don't care if… if I'm not the one for you. That's fine, and I can accept it. But it doesn't mean I'll stop being your best friend.”

No one else in the room breathed or made a sound. Ilia did cough, but it seemed to be honestly involuntary, not as an excuse to break the silence.

“Why?” Her voice broke, and moisture began to leak from the corner of her good eye. “I'm… I am the worst bitch in the whole world. You deserve so much better.”

“What about those other women? Like this one right here?” She nodded toward Pyrrha, who only rolled her eyes at the attention being returned to her when she had specifically turned it away on purpose. “Don't they deserve better, too? I mean, she turned out to be alright.”

“Thank you,” Pyrrha laughed, amused at the phrasing.

“If they let a bitch like me pound them into the bed and dump them, they deserve to be dumped. I don't respect weakness; I respect strength.” Cinder’s eyes flicked over to the tall redhead. “If you gave in, I would have blown your mind… but lost respect for you since you didn't stick to your guns. You stood your ground. You're strong.”

She nodded, slightly pleased at the compliment hidden amongst the harsher words. “Well, that's… I suppose I understand how you would see it that way. And I don't know anything about sex, to be honest. But I'm…” With a little shrug, she rushed ahead, “What you see as a weakness, I think it's a kind of strength. To give someone your heart and trust that they'll take care of it for you? It's stronger than the fear telling you to protect yourself.”

“What do you know about it?!” she snapped, though the tears and scratchiness in her voice gave her words less bite than usual. “You've never even been with anyone, man or woman!”

“I haven't. Maybe I'm just not ready.”

“Oh, but Emerald and I are? I don't know the first thing about… about being someone's girlfriend! I'm a selfish, abrasive, aggressive, horrible woman! Why would I inflict that on an incredible friend like her?!” By now, Emerald was in shock, staring open-mouthed, but Cinder couldn't seem to stop. “Of course I've noticed her looking at me that way, like sh-she wanted to neck again! But… but what does she know about being in a relationship, either? So it was just better if we pretended… oh, you ruined it, you idiots!”

If the room was quiet before, it was a tomb now. Emerald started to get up, to retreat, but Pyrrha held her fast; she seemed to think they needed to finish that conversation.

“You… you could tell?” she breathed, mortified. Cinder nodded in defeat. “But I thought you weren't… interested in… with me, so I let go of…”

“I'm not. You're better than some tramp. You're my best friend, my right arm - or I guess my left, since that's the one that got roasted.” Yang did let out a soft chuckle, subdued as it was. “Why mess with success? Especially now that I'm like this.”

Pyrrha fielded this one. “Like what? A few scars aren't enough to eclipse the great Cinder Fall.”

“Oh yeah?” Her smirk was a good attempt, but didn't even come close to her usual haughtiness. “I wasn't great enough to get you into bed.”

“I'm not interested in women. But…” When she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, flashed a shy smile, Weiss finally realized that Pyrrha might have been spending more time with the Dragons than she previously realized… because she was flirting with disaster in a very literal sense. “You did shake my faith in that more than anyone else has.”

Cinder squinted up at her while the other women in the room looked on and sheer shock. Ilia and Blake glanced between each other, and Kali shook her head with a little smile; she definitely saw the moment for what it was, experienced as she was herself.

“Hmm… well, Little Miss Nikos, you may have to wait until my arm heals. Can't drive your body wild with only one good hand.”

“Really? I suspect what you mean is… you can't drive both of us wild with only one good hand.”

Emerald looked as shocked as Cinder. But when the latter turned to look at her in disbelief, stunned and a little bemused, Pyrrha chanced a wink at the other woman. Then she began to move their hands in a circle over Cinder's stomach. Picking up on her intentions at last, Emerald chanced a coy little grin and added her own efforts, teasing her through the hospital gown so much that she looked away from both of them, cheeks and neck filling with color.

This was really happening. Cinder Fall was blushing.

“Yeah,” Emerald finally giggled. “Pretty ambitious, even for you, Cin.”

“You two are really proud of yourselves, huh? T-teasing me when I'm injured and recovering? Very nice. Take advantage of the handicapped.”

“You don't seem like the type to make excuses,” Pyrrha said with a soft smile. Her other hand reached up to comb through her patient's hair, which from her side of the bed meant caressing her face on her way there. Weiss couldn't believe what she was seeing! Not only her best friend petting scar tissue, which was a little icky, but making the formidable Cinder a blushing, flustered mess.

Worse: an emotional mess. “But I'm…” Another tear slid down her unmarked cheek, voice smaller and more fragile than any of them had ever heard it before. “I'm so ugly now.”

It was obvious Pyrrha was about to reply, say something comforting. But this time, Emerald beat her to the punch. Her hand released Pyrrha's and lifted to tilt Cinder's head upward, meeting her eyes with her own.

“Like you weren't ugly before.”

Even while the other girl sitting on her bed was gasping in shock at the insult, the first real laugh she had enjoyed in weeks bubbled up from Cinder's stomach. “You really are terrible.” The others laughed in relief as the two smiled at each other. When Pyrrha moved to stand, she said without looking away, “Where are you going?”

“Oh, I… well, it seemed like you two wanted a moment alone.”

“Don't be ridiculous. You all came to see me; I'd hate to seem ungrateful and kick you out just so I can… rediscover Emerald.” While the named girl grinned goofily, she turned away and patted the bed, asking Pyrrha to sit again. She did, looking very slightly less confident but still satisfied with her own results. “And… I suppose I should apologize for how unwelcoming I was at first. Wallowing in my own misery; you're right, that isn't who I am.”

“Of course it isn't,” Weiss said with a smile - which vanished when Cinder's normally burning eyes shot a cold gaze in her direction. “Uh… hi.”

“Your father did this.”

“Yes, I- well, about tha-”

“Come here.” She approached, a little too guilty to refuse - even if she knew in her heart she had no reason to feel guilty. “Emerald tells me you have a new scar. Since I had to bare my shame in front of everyone, mind if we compare?”

“Must I?”

“It's not like I haven't seen more from you before.”

That was true. Hoping it would make it feel less like a violation, she was quick about nipping her shirt up to expose the little pink scar on her stomach. Then she turned to show the longer one at the respective position on her back. To her shock, gentle fingers caressed the scar, and she shivered as goosepimples broke out over her skin. The touch was surprisingly kind, given the person it was attached to. Blake let out a wolf whistle.

“You're forgiven. For whatever small role you played in the fire being set. You could have come after one or both of us for revenge for this wound, and you didn’t. And… I suppose there's no reason to mistrust you anymore. You’ve proven your loyalty over and over, and I was holding onto a grudge that didn’t really exist. I know better than anyone that you can’t help who your parents are.”

Feeling a little too self-conscious, Weiss waited for Cinder to stop petting her. When she didn’t, she turned back around and yanked her shirt down again. “Alright, you masher! Stop being so greedy when you already have a girl on each arm!”

Everyone else in the room laughed. After a moment or two, Weiss joined in; it was nice that they were getting along again, and could enjoy some moment of levity in the midst of so much despair. And even though they might have their differences, she was honestly glad to see Cinder getting back to being her old self again. Maybe now that she had Emerald and they could be open about their feelings, she could find some true happiness instead of fleeting moments of distraction. They all deserved that much.

#princess and the dragons #freezerburn fanfic #rwby fanfiction #rwbyremnants #1950s au

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howlsofbloodhounds · 4 years

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Ch 9 Spoilers:

The scene where Clover led all the kids out of the Schnee manor was supposed to be all serious, but all I could think was "let's go lesbians, let's go!" "Rounding the corner with a bunch lesbians, here we are Mantle can you handle it?!"

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When the ship started shaking and Elm just grabbed Qrow and Clover to hold them in place.

Nora notices something off with Ren so she holds his hand, while Yang stares for a moment and then glances over at Blake like "God I wish that was us." (Even though she's held Blake's hand like a thousand times now)

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Oscar and Ruby being so in sync and on the same page. RoseGarden rights 👍

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Marrow is back on his judgment of RWBY/JNPR. Thankfully for Bumbleby, it wasn't them this time.

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"We're going to do our jobs. (Glances at Penny) All of us." 👍 👍 Good shit, Ruby!

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"Jacques Schnee, you're under arrest." Weiss holds her Scroll out, showing off her Huntress license. There's a beat of silence, the audience basking in Weiss being Queen again, before she glances back at Ironwood. "I can do that, right?"

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"You're going to shut your mouth." Go off, Winter!

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Neo being so excited and hopping everywhere. Her also rolling her eyes at Cinder for the thousandth time.

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Whitley being a grumpy wittle baby.

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I'm worried for Willow and Whitley now. Cinder and Neo are inside the manor and they have no idea. We all know how carelessly Cinder kills people.

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Robyn sure was living up to her inspiration as Robin Hood this episode.

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Clover: *stands dramatically in front of a Grimm just before the Grimm is shot*

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Clover: *yeets himself off the plane*

Qrow: That one. I want that one.

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Were Harriet and Elm flirting??

I like that subtle way we were shown that Jaune's motion sickness hasn't gone away.

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Jackass Schnee finally getting his just desserts! 👍 👍 👍

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wolfandsheep200 · 3 years

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This idea struck me. Mostly because I'm tired of all the heroes winning and just want to see the Villain's doing horrible villian things.

Villain's from all sides.

By wolf and sheep two hundred

Yang Shalong had her red eyed adversarie cornered. The green haired girl standing before her. Deserved everthing she was about to get coming to her and so much more. Yang had spent many an evening dreaming of the moment she would get her hands on any member of the trio. Who had worked so fervently to tear life apart.

The tired and beaten girl before Yang had no place left to run. Ren, Nora, and Juan. Had spear headed the attack ferociously throwing themselves at Cinder Fall in an attack so voracious that they had managed to push the Madien back. Away from her allies. How long they could manage to hold Cinder there? Yang had no idea. Cinder wasn't her assignment at the moment. Infact the girl before her. Wasn't her assignment either. No her assignment had been Mercury Black. The silver haired your man who had attempted to come to Cinders aid. Yangs group fortunately had the for-site to expect such a reaction. From Cinders allies. All it had cost them was a bit of planning, timing which bordered on perfection, and a bit of good luck which she would have never obtained if her Uncle had been near. Yangs very own sister Ruby along with her two closet friends in the world, and two huntress from Robyn's elite team. Had inserted themselves between Cinder fall and Mercury Black. None of them had thought it would take much to subdued Mercury Black. And from what she could tell her team had been winning that fight. Yang had originally been part of the group that was going to take him down. Then herself and the others were supposed to join Team JNR to finally finish off Cinder Fall. The plan had went sideways when Yang caught site of the Green haired red eyed girl known as Emerald. Emerald had been attempting to sneak her way into a compromising position which would have allowed Cinder Fall to get free of them. Yang had cut from her teammates. Racing up a fire escape ladder and jumping from rooftop to rooftop. Then droping downwards on top of Emerald. She connected with the full weight of her body smashing brutality into the unawares girl. Emerald screamed out from the pain and surprise of the attack. Yang hadn't given Emerald time to bounce back. Hadn't offered her the opportunity for a fair fight. Afterall Yangs team needed her. In the blink of an eye she started tearing into her opponent. Each time Yangs fist connected she could feel the other girls bones through the skin. If she kept up her assault the girls bones might start to snap like kindling. "Good." She thought as she hit Emerald again and again. The people of Vale never had a chance to have their bones snapped. They were never even offered a fair fight. The lucky ones were just swallowed whole. And the unlucky ones. Well they ended up just like this girl was about to end up dead and in pieces on the floor. Emerald head smacked off the brick wall. Her body collapse to the floor. She could barely see out of either eye both were swelling shut quickly. When she sucked air it was a new experience in pain many of her teeth were missing. She couldn't raise one arm something white protruded from her arm at a weird angle and blood gushed everywhere. The blonde was walking towards her her knuckles cracking. Words spewing fourth in a torrent which couldn't be coherently understood.

"So this is how I die." Emerald thought. In a back alley. I never really did make it off the streets." She closed her eyes. Waiting on the blow to come. For one horrifying second she wondered if anyone would care. Hazle might be annoyed yet she didn't know him well enough to confidently say he would care. Tryian would probably take some delight in her demise. Tormenting Mercury about it. If Mercury survived until the two faced off in private combat. Watts would just say her defeat was a hazard of the game that they all played and as far as Neo was concerned. Emerald could never tell what was on Neo's mind. That forever changing eyed Female, was a mystery of all sorts. So that just left Cinder and Mercury. For Salem, saw them all as pieces on a chess board. The exact same way Ozpin saw the girl that was ending her life. "Cinder would miss me." She thought. Then she heard Mercury's voice in her head. "No! He shouted. "Cinder would only miss what you could do for her." She wouldn't miss you. What about you Mercury? Emerald was afraid to voice the question. She was afraid to hear the answer. She wondered where the blow was. That was supposed to end her life. She was expecting it and yet it did not come. Somehow that filled her with rage. How dare Blonde toy with her like this. Emerald struggled to open her red eyes. She had expected to see. Yang Shalong's leved Shotgun gauntlet pointed directly at her head. Calm waiting for Emerald to open her eyes so the blonde could blow her brains out. Instead what she saw was her salvation. In a true a standoff which would have played on any cops show. Mercury Black stood like like a solid stone statue. Presenting himself as a human barrier. Planted directly between herself and the rest of the world. The blonde who had been assaulting her. Lay on the floor. Her artifical hand gripping at her throat as blood course between her metallic fingers. Three people faced him down. All of them with guns bared. On her knees infront of Mercury was a woman Emerald didn't recognize. The blade of the Belladonna girls gun held to her throat. Mercury had one foot planted on her back leg and appeared to be screaming. At them. Raving.

Ruby Rose appeared to be staring at her sister. Her body was shaking wildly. Her eyes flickering back and forth. To her left was Weiss Schnee and Blake Belladonna. Infront of her on the ground was her dying sister. And ahead of her on her knees with a blade to her throat was one of Robyn's Happy Huntressess. Holding that blade was a Mercury Black. She had never been introduced too. Part of her was still trying to figure out how this had all happened. Her team and the other two Huntressess had this man beaten. Until the other one of the happy huntress started running her mouth. The insult had been plain. Mercury had been downed. Then She had spit on him, and called him pathetic, adding that he lacked skill. Mercury had looked up started to smart off to her when Emerald cried out for help. The huntress sensing danger had slapped Mercury to the floor. Then had the guall to tell him to his face that he was trash. Saying trash like him wasn't welcomed in her kingdom. And he was going to be imprisoned or worse. For his crimes. Then the unthinkable had happened Mercury started laughing.

And what does Trash like you think is so funny? The happy huntress asked so confidently.

"That You." The word You washed fourth from his mouth like acid. "A fully trained huntress. With others to back you up. Are incapable of realizing I've been fighting defensively this entire time."

Mercury didn't have a lot of things. He didn't have legs made of flesh and bone. He didn't have a place he could go back to if he failed. He didn't have the respect of his client. And he didn't have the numbers to win this engagement. Two fully trained Huntressess three in training. Against one man and they dared to talk down to him. Well she was in for a surprise infact they all were. For Mercury had been talked back too his entire life. And as for being beaten. He had been beaten more times than he could count. Yet those beatings had took a toll on him both mentally and physically. Physically he had one advantage gifted from his father that they did not. He had endurance. He had endurance like nothing they had ever seen. This week willed soft lived woman. She was running her mouth because she believed Mercury was handicapped in this fight. She was running her mouth because she had the numbers and that made her fell safe. Well he would show her that when one plays for lives. Safety is an illusion. Mercury came off the floor a new man they had sired a demon within him. The same demon which had killed his father. And now they much like his Father would learn. For Mercury would show them what he brought to the table. He would show them all. Starting with the one hurting Emerald.

This chapter has been a Would and sheep 200 production. It is fiction written by a fan of Rwby. This chapter was cut a little short for time and I hope you have enjoyed reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it for you.

The chapters name is: Villain's from all sides.

#mercury black #emerald sustrai

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multiplesmutthings · 5 years

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Cinder took Pyrrha from Jaune, now he'll take Emerald from Cinder. //mind break//

(With help from @vecnawrites! Thanks!)

Inside the room Jaune was standing there. Blake and yang tossing Emerald onto the ground tied up roughly. He then went over and sat her up before smacking her face a bit to wake the unconscious thief up. Emerald felt impact on her face and groaned, opening her eyes as her head throbbed, only to be met with an extremely unwelcome sight. "Oh, *wonderful*..." she groaned, seeing the pathetic blonde, the blonde bimbo, and the cowardly cat before her. "Where's little red? Is it past her bedtime?" she asked with a smirk despite the pain in her head.

“Shut-“ Jaune held his hand up at Yang who growled and wanted to punch Emerald but held herself back. “You two go, I’ll take care of interrogating her.” He said as the two glared at emerald and left them in the room alone.

"Really? The *weakest* of the Beacon students? Forgive me if I don't start shaking in my boots." Emerald sneered. Since the other two were gone, she could use her semblance, but bound as she was, what good would it do?

“Quiet. We can do this simple emerald. Just tell me what are Cinders plans and I can leave you alone Alright.” Jaune said trying to be the good cop for her.

Emerald couldn't help the laugh bubbling up and released it, despite the pain in her temple. "You...you *really* think something like *that* will get me to betray Cinder?!" she shook her head. "You poor, pitiful child."

“Oh be quiet I’m not that young.” He said glaring at the teen. “Look here, you and that witch took so much from everyone. So if you think either of you are going to go on Scott free your mistaken. So. We can do this the easy way or the hard way.” Jaune said a bit more threatening this time.

"Oh, no, the *hard* way, whatever shall I do?" Emerald bemoaned, giving Jaune a theatrical shiver, before her face set in a deadpan glare. "You don't have the *balls* to hurt anyone."

“Yeah May not hurt you. But I have other ways of making you talk.” He said as he went over and stared to undo his pants in front of her.

"Oh, really? What, is your pathetic baby cock supposed to scare me into giving up information?" Emerald snarled. Then as she said those words he let his pants fall as his 12 inch wrist thick member came out still semi half hard as it was in front of the illusionists face. Emerald's eyes widened and she swallowed, before she found her courage again. "Bah, so you have a big dick, I doubt it's ever been wet. After all," she chuckled coldly, "you spent all that time chasing Schnee at Beacon when anyone with a tenth of a brain could see your partner wanted to ride you dry!" Instead of speaking he grabbed the greenette head and smacked his cock against her face. Aura was around it if she even tried to bite and for now his cock laid on top of her face as it began to get hard. Emerald scrunched her face up in disgust. "Fuck, you pig! Don't you *wash*?" she demanded, moving back.

“Yeah I do.” Jaune said before tilting Emeralds head up and shoving his cock into her mouth and down her throat. Smirking as he saw her eyes widen and felt her try to bite down. “Aura is a very useful tool sometimes.” He said as he began to move her head while he saw her throat bulge from his size. Emerald gagged as her eyes burned and teared up, her tongue cloaked in the taste of salt and sweat. She tried forcing him out by biting, the only thing she succeeded in was jarring her teeth enough that she feared she would break them. Blackness creeped into the corners of her eyes as she ran out of oxygen. Jaune didn’t stop thrusting in until he paused and then pulled out his now spit covered cock and laid it on Emeralds face as he looked down at her. “Will you talk now?” He asked as his cock throbbed on top of the thief’s face.

Emerald coughed, spitting out a wad of thick saliva. "You...you think I will break...that easily, you asshole?" she growled through clenched teeth.

“No of course not.” Jaune then grabbed emerald and flipped her over so her ass was in the air, he then began to strip her naked and gave a quick hard smack to her glorious ass.

"Gah! Quit touching me, you bastard!" she struggled against the ropes binding her, although she couldn't do anything but flop as her clothes were torn off. Jaune rubbed both of Emeralds cheeks and spread them to see her cute puckered hole and pussy. Soon he laid his cock against them and began to rub it between her asscheeks. Emerald struggled. "Get away from my ass, you worthless prick!" she snarled, feeling the hard flesh switching between rubbing her pussy and her asshole. Honestly, with the blonde's size, either way would be painful.

“Your going to tell me about Cinders plans and I’ll stop.” He said continuing and groaning at the nice feeling. Panting as his balls lightly smacked against Emeralds pussy that was beginning to get wet.

"NEVER!" Emerald snarled, despite the thrill of fear that ran through her body. He wouldn't really do it, would he? He was a goody-goody! Jaune enjoyed a feeling a bit more before he pulled his hips back and lined it up with her ass and pushed it in. Groaning at how tight it was. Emerald groaned in pain as her ass was spread wide, her unlubed rear burning in agony as the bastard forced his way into her ass until his hips rested against her backside. Panting a bit Jaune then grabbed Emeralds breasts and began to fondle them before he started to thrust into her, moving back and fourth as he fucked Emeralds tight ass and felt it smack against his hips with each movement. Emerald could only release pained sounds of absolute rage as she was fucked and manhandled by the weakest loser of Beacon. He pulled emerald on his lap as he bounced her on his cock. Fucking her ass deeply as his thumbs rubbed against her nipples while he squeezed and fondled her breasts more. He even nipped and nibbled on her neck, leaving hickies and marks. "S-stop it, yoooouuuu....bassstarrrrddd!!!" Emerald groaned, feeling herself getting wet despite doing everything to prevent it.

Jaune was relentless. Quickly moving Emerald harder against him as he thrusted up groaning at the tight entrance. Soon enough he groaned and then came inside of Emerald. Slamming his hips against her ass a few more times as his warm cum filled the illusionist up. Emerald groaned as she felt a wet heat enter her ass, knowing that the blonde pervert just came in her ass. "Happy you actually got one off in a woman for once rather than your hand?" she managed to ask, although her voice was weak.

“Keep talking Em, unless you’ll tell me cinders plan. It’s gonna get worse.” Jaune said panting a bit before he grinned and then laid Emerald on her back before cutting the ribbon holding her legs together. Before she could kick or do anything he grabbed her by her ankles and kept them spread before he inserted his cock into her tight snatch.

"AHH!!" Emerald cried out. She had never had anything larger than her finger in there, so to be spread so wide, so suddenly...her eyes rolled back in her head as she grit her teeth to resist the pain of the sudden stretch and filling. Jaune let out a loud groan as he began to move his hips and thrusted deep into Emeralds pussy. Stretching it and hitting her deepest parts that were once untouched or ignored. He panted and looked down at Emeralds eyes seeing her red pupils roll up as he thrusted deeper in. Emerald fought to hold on to herself, as much as she despised admitting it, the blonde knew what he was doing as he pounded away at her insides. Jaune looked at the greenette and saw her clothes were still confining her beautiful exotic skin, he then tore it off and continue to rail into the thief’s pussy. Groaning he felt her pussy clench around his cock a bit more. Emerald groaned her toes curling as she tumbled into an unwanted orgasm, squeezing tightly around the tube of flesh within her. He moved her legs and stopped to get into the right position. Locking her thighs under his as he put his hands next to her head and he began to move again, fucking Emerald in a mating press with his cock going deep as he could thrust it. "Noooooo!!!" Emerald whined, the unwanted pleasure hitting her harder and harder as his tip slammed into her cervix. "Stooooppppp!!! I'm...gooooiiinnggg...tooo...glooo...crazyyyy!!!"

“That’s the plan... tell me cinders... plans!” He said as his cock was starting to enter through her cervix. Stretching it as well as his balls smacked against her cum filled asshole at the same time. Her feet bouncing in the air as he did so. Emerald knew she was close to breaking...she would be useless, little more than a cum dump. There was only one recourse to save herself and hopefully get back to Cinder. She talked.

As Jaune fucked her roughly, she began detailing everything she knew, which was quite a lot, up to the fact that they knew the general whereabouts of the Winter Maiden. She hoped Cinder would forgive her, but they could always augment the plans when she made her way back. Sadly, fate had other ideas. Jaune heard it all and then even got a scroll to record her words and when that was done he turned off the scroll and smirked as he kept on thrusting. The wet slaps of her pussy being fucked harder echoed through the room as her Pussy was soaking wet. “Good... to know you cooperated. But since Cinder... took someone from me. I’ll take someone from her.” Jaune said as his hips actually went faster and harder, his cock fully fucking her womb as it pounded against her walls and his hands grasped her bouncing breasts to squeeze and play with them as well. “Guess where I’m going to cum Emerald...”

"NOOOOOooooooo...." Emerald trailed off as she came the hardest she had since the start, blacking out and slumping to the floor as wet heat invaded her womb. After a few more thrusts Jaune saw Emerald had blacked out and got an idea. Taking his cock out of her for a bit he undid the ribbons as she was now free and completely naked. Getting behind her he raised one of her legs to raise them and pushed his cock back in and pushed in hard to wake her up as he continued to Fuck her womb while he sucked on one of her nipples. Even in her sleep, Emerald was responsive, her soaking pussy tightly squeezing Jaune's cock and moans spilling from her mouth freely. He panted and groaned a bit more after the last couple thrusts before Hilting his cock into Emerald fully and came. Shooting his massive load into her. Filling her womb up completely like the cumdumpster she has now become. Several hours later, Emerald came too, arms still bound and completely naked still, glancing she saw a naked Jaune before her. She smiled softly, and did what she knew she had to do, kneeled before him and took his member into her mouth, worshipping the hard flesh and looking up at her master in adoration.

“Good.. nngh... lets get those arms free.” He said as he then leaned over and undid her arm straps. Surprisingly he saw her suck his cock even more, seeing her do so made him groan as he leaned back. Sending the information to Ruby. He rubbed her head as he saw her breasts get moved to sandwich his member as she sucked on The tip of his cock. “How’s it taste Emerald~?”

Emerald looked up at the man she knew commanded her with awe and love. "~Wonderful, Master~" she cooed, capturing th le wide tip between her plump lips and suckling it, flicking her tongue over the slit, coaxing out his pre. He would let her worship his cock and suck it. Earning her share of pre cum as he smirked taking something from Cinder felt good, now he’ll be enjoying Emerald for a long time.

#vecnawrites #jaune #emerald #nate the content creator #rwby smut

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drblood-bringer-of-death · 4 years

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Yay! Another Tyrian x Watts fanfiction for Nuts and Volts week! Seriously I cant get enough of these guys! Anyway, hope everyone over at @nutsandvoltsweek enjoys it!

Waltzing into love

Warnings: literally just some mild cursing.

They hated it. Every single second of being stuck in the stuffy, crowded room full of pompous, rich assholes. Arthur glared at anyone unfortunate enough to make eye contact with him and he stayed as far away from the dance floor as possible. He hated parties as much as he hated people. He would much rather be back in the grimm lands, tinkering away at his inventions without a single interruption. But he was not the only one who hated being there. As grand and beautiful as Atlesian parties were, they had a very strict policy to them. No Faunus, No improper dress, and absolutely No exceptions. Tyrian, as sporadic and chaotic as the man was, unfortunately was the best fit to go with Arthur to this party. Salem decided that Hazel would be too intimidating, Emerald and Mercury were too young, and Cinder would have stuck out like a sore thumb. So Tyrian was voluntold to attend as Arthur's date. He sulked even more than Arthur did. He might have even hated it more than the mustached man. Due to the strict policy, Tyrian had to wear what he considered "constrictive" clothing. And worst of all he couldn't even use his tail! Arthur had insisted he hide it, since it was against the rules. Tyrian fought him on it, to no avail as he knew Arthur was right. So the two brooded in their fancy clothing in a corner of the ballroom. They avoided everyone and if it wasn't for Arthur's accursed reputation he would have never even attended this godforsaken party. Maybe he could figure out some way to fake his death or even actually die just to avoid these parties.

"This is pointless!" Tyrian growled.

"It's not entirely pointless, but it's Incredibly dull." Arthur retorted, focusing all his attention on his scroll.

"Why did I have to come here?! I hate this! I feel like I'm restricting all my natural instincts!" Tyrian continued to complain as he pulled on the dark purple tie around his neck.

"Stop pulling at that you'll undo it! And you know why she chose you to come with me. And stop tugging on the tie!" Arthur said angrily as he turned towards Tyrian, who had managed to actually undo his tie. "How did you even? Ugh just let me fix it!" Arthur swatted away Tyrians hands and grabbed ahold of the tie. Fastening it once again.

"Ahem, am I interrupting anything?" The unwanted and annoying voice of Jaques Schnee broke through Arthurs grumbling. His brow twitched in annoyance and he sighed before facing the unbearable aristocrat.

"Why Jaques, what a pleasure to see you again." Arthur lied through his teeth.

"A pleasure as well. Who, may I ask, are you?" He directed the question towards Tyrian who stiffened as a response.

"Uh, Tyrian Callows, associate of Watts here." He shook the older man's hand in forced politeness.

"Well it's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Callows. I had no idea Arthur was into such… interesting company." His tone of voice and the way he glanced at Arthur smugly, clearly portrayed that he suspected something else. "why I'd even say you might be planning something… more forbidding." Tyrian pailed, could he really figure them out that easily? He looked at Arthur and they shared a panicked look.

"Jaques if you're suggesting-" Arthur started to accuse him but Jaques cut him off.

"Oh come now Arthur, you know i wouldn't care if you were gay, it's quite common nowadays, and I've been suspecting it for a while anyway-" Watts and Tyrians faces went bright red. "I was simply baffled that you managed to find someone to deal with your arrogance." He finished.

"I-my arrogance- excuse me?!" Arthur said offhandedly. Jaques only laughed at him.

"Relax, you know that the General himself is gay right? Really it doesn't matter here, why not show some affection! Have a dance or two! There's nothing to hide." And before Arthur, pr even Tyrian for that matter, could stutter out a response Jaques turned on his heels and walked away smirking.

"Does he think-? I mean really?" Tyrian asked before bursting into uncontrollable laughter. His entire body shook with each inhale of breath. As he laughed and laughed Arthur's face grew more and more red, out of both embarrassment and anger.

"You shut up!" He snapped at Tyrian. Whose laughter seemed never ending. Making Arthurs anger grow.

"Re- hehehe- relax Arthur. Haha, as far as we know, this could be an advantage." Tyrian offered through dying giggles.

"What do you mean?" Arthurs anger sizzled but he stopped feeling the innate need to punch the Faunus. Tyrian wiped a tear from his eye.

"Well think about it. You could gain some massive publicity points if you came out as gay, and if we did it here it would be massively successful. All we have to do is dance a little bit and maybe hold hands. People will come to the conclusion on their own and it'll be all over the news tomorrow. "Infamous inventor Arthur Watts supporting his community through love!" Can you imagine that?" Arthur paused.

Unhinged, deranged, murderous, insane… and intelligent. Those are the words Arthur would use to describe Tyrian right now. As unpredictable as the man is, he could read people and play off them better than even Salem herself.

"That… could work." Arthur poundered. The plan was foolproof, and even if it went wrong then it would cause protests in the communities drawing grimm in. "Yes. It would work quite well." Arthur hummed to himself and Tyrian smirked.

"Well then let's get to it and put on a show!" He cheered in a manic giggle as he pulled Arthur away from their protective corner and into the center of the dancefloor. Arthur huffed behind him, not expecting the pull. Although he should really expect everything from Tyrian.

"I told you to relax already Arthur! All we need to do is dance a bit and act all coupley." Tyrian smirked again and Arthur got some sort of primal feeling in his gut to run. As if something far more sinister than even they had planned was happening. But he ignored it, it was not the first, or last, time he would have that feeling while with the scorpion.

"It's Impossible to relax with you" he retorted harshly, shifting himself and Tyrian into a waltzing position. Slowly the music ran through the room and the many people around them began to move to the three step beat.

"Your words wound me Arthur," Tyrian mocked. "I'm the most relaxing person I know! Well besides Hazel." He held back a giggle.

"Your a caffeinated maniac trapped inside a padded room. I absolutely do not find you relaxing!" Arthur all but growled.

"A bit touchy aren't you? Was it something that Mr. Schnee said that caught your nerves?" He smirked wildly at Arthur who tried his best to keep his composure. As he tried to calm his breathing Tyrians insane smile reached his eyes. "Oh my, your heart rate picked up! I must be onto something!" Arthur started to panic.

"You did not- wait you can sense my heart rate? No, nevermind that!" He attempted to gather his thoughts as he and Tyrian glided across the ballroom floor, sliding in time with everyone around them. If you weren't right next to the pair it would be like they were just enjoying themselves and not having a frantic argument.

"Poor Arthur Watts, not admitting that old Mr. Schnee was right! What an exciting evening this has become!" Tyrians giggles seemed to pour out of his mouth.

"Would you just shut up! I've already said that to you tonight, you psychopath! Now stop talking and lets finish this stupid dance!" Arthur was pissed off now, he couldn't stand looking at Tyrians pretty eyes or his handsome face any longer. So he decided to do something about it. As the song approached it's climax he brought Tyrian into a sudden spin, catching the scorpion off guard. As he pulled Tyrian back into him, he made up his mind. Placing one foot behind Tyrians and throwing his center of balance off, he dipped the younger man. He heard people around them gasp, some of them seemed shocked, but through all the noise he heard two distinct things. One: Jaques Schnee saying " I called it!", and two, Tyrian Callows' sharp inhale of breath. He pulled them back up. Releasing Tyrians lips as he did, and then he turned and walked out of the room.

Tyrian stumbled, that was not expected at all. He knew Arthur was gay but he never dared to dream that Arthur liked him. He got over the shock, more delayed than he'd like, but nevertheless he rushed after Arthur and found the man pacing an empty hallway.

"Why did I do that? What was the logic of that? It was pointless, im pointless. For fucks sake we're both adults why couldn't I just talk to him!?" Arthur mutters to himself as he paced, not even noticing that Tyrian was right next to him. "Damnit, that was so stupid! Why is he so handsomely intimidating? What can't I just be normal-"

"Because you're Arthur Watts, inventor and doctor, smarter than anyone else i know and absolutely hopelessly in love with me" Tyrian interrupted, his voice caught Arthur off guard and he would never admit how much that genuinely scared him.

"Ty- Tyrian look, what I-" he was cut off as said man lunged at him suddenly, crowding his precious space.

"Just shut up and kiss me again" the scorpion demanded as he rolled his eyes and pulled Arthur into him. Their lips crashed together again, yet the feeling was different. Before Arthur could barely feel the kiss at all, but now he felt like sparks were flying down his spine and static was invading his mind. Arthur let himself fall mentally, his brilliant mind failing him when he needed it most, so he just let it happen. Let his body do the talking for once.

Tyrian on the other hand was practically shaking with joy, he had a crush on the doctor for a while now but he truly never believed Arthur would like him back, let alone make the first move! He could not be happier even if his own goddess showed up just then! He felt as if nothing could ruin this sweet moment of love. And he was right, not a soul came out of the party to find them and they were left alone in the hallway. As Tyrian let go of Arthur he smiled. Not a crazed, classic Tyrian smile, but a calm, genuine one. Arthur felt his heart skip more than one beat, and he was sure Tyrian felt it too. Soon enough Tyrians soft laughter bubbled out of his mouth.

"What's so funny?" Arthur asked, his usual scoff lightened just a touch.

"Well the fact that we literally waltzed into love." Arthur's eyes rolled.

"That was cheesy." He huffed as he set his head on Tyrians shoulder.

"No, parmesan is cheesy." Arthur sighed. The moment was ruined by the man who created it. And he could not help the small smile that was hidden by his mustache. Maybe tonight was worth the party.

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wu-sisyphus-gang · 3 years

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Motion Sickness Chapter 85

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"What can you give me about Hill and her huntresses?" Ironwood asked me as we walked briskly up to his office.

"Fiona has some sort of matter absorption semblance. Evidently she can put a plane in her pocket and walk away. It's Striker ranged and probably limited to non-living things, I'm speculating on that bit. Still, it's supposed to be fairly wicked. May has the invisibility field. It's got a decent radius and it's mobile. It fucked with one of my own operations once. Sabotaged me. Then there's Joanna. She's got super strength, classic Brute," I informed him. "You want me here for this? I've had a run one with them before."

"You'll be with me," he affirmed. He swung the doors open to his office and he sat down at his desk.

I took to a corner by the window. I folded my arms. My sword hilt extended over my head.

"Their weapons?" Ironwood asked me.

"These crossbow staves. Probably modifiable with dust rounds. Except Hill. She's got a crossbow with blades on either side. My man described it as like a fan or an accordian."

"Your man?"

"A union leader down in Mantle. That's how he worked with Hill. You want the details?"

He shook his head. He steepled his hands before him and we waited. Penny came skipping into the room. She saw me, smiled, and waved at me. I grinned back at her and nodded.

"Oh are we acting brooding? I'll do my best." She imitated me by the far side of the long window.

"I don't need to act. I am brooding," I laughed back. "But yeah. A little."

"Hill should be up any minute."

"Good. I was getting tired of looking relaxed."

"I'm glad you two get along," Ironwood mumbled. "It bodes well. For you in particular, Strife."

"Eh, it's mostly Ruby." I kicked my foot around, rolling out my left ankle.

"Don't say that. I thought we were friends."

"We are, Penny. I'm trying to brood, though."

"I see…"

Hill pushed her way into the room with a small smile. She took me and Penny in. She had Fiona with her and another woman I recognized as Joanna Greenleaf from a photo.

Fiona nudged Hill. "That's him. Cloud Strife. The killer mercenary."

Hill glanced at me. "I've heard a bit about you, done some nasty business in my town. What? You working for Ironwood now?"

"For the foreseeable future. Judge ordered. You could probably find out about it. Given your seat," Ironwood returned from behind his steepled fingers.

"You give up the merc life?" She asked. Her question directed at me.

"For now," I answered.

"You're a dangerous man, Strife, I'd be glad to hear you're playing for the good guys. If that's what's going on here."

"It sort of is. You fucked with my operation. Don't think I don't know."

"I did nothing illegal. Nothing anybody could prove at any rate." She showed her teeth. I liked her. "Not like you and Taurus."

"You heard anything about him?" I wondered. "I have a blood score to settle with the bastard."

"Not a peep. He's been laying low. Like I thought you and your illusionist were. Color me surprised to find you standing beside the General. Right beside the protector of Mantle after the shit you pulled."

Maybe this was why Ironwood wanted me here. To divert her focus. I doubted he wanted me for moral support. He wanted me on as a distraction. So I'd be as distracting as possible.

"Those charges were dropped," Penny said.

"You hear that?" I asked. "It's like I never did it."

"But you did do it," Fiona spat. "You killed people."

"Interesting way you phrased that," Hill said with a hand raised at Fiona beside her.

"I only killed other criminals." I shrugged. "And I got time served with a hefty fine."

"Meaningless to someone like you," Hill countered.

"Not meaningless. Just the best I could have hoped for."

"But are you reformed? Do you serve Atlas and Mantle well?" Robyn wondered.

"To the very best of my ability, I protect the people now."

"Will you swear by it?" Hill held out her hand.

"Sure. I'll promise." I took her hand. Purple flowed over my hand as I took hers and it wreathed both of us. "What do you want me to say?" I asked. Words could be very particular.

"That you serve as a guardian to the people, now."

"I serve as a guardian to the people now." I echoed. I technically did before too. Her aura flashed green. It must have registered as true because she reclined looking satisfied.

"Now that that's settled we can get down to business. When will the new tower be ready for launch?"

"Classified. You shouldn't even know about the tower," Ironwood returned.

"But I do. And this will go smoother if we work together, General. I can vote in your favor or I can vote against you at every turn. I can even raise a vote of no confidence."

The General grimaced. I think that he hoped I'd buy him more time before the nitty-gritty.

Robyn leaned over his desk and spread her palms on it. Hunching over on him.

"What's it gonna be, General? I can do worse besides. I can petition to have your council seat taken away. How long will your precious tower take to get completed then. Work with me. I just want to talk."

"You want to talk for now."

"That's right," Hill returned. "I might change my mind based on what I hear, too." At least she was open and clear about it. The value of her prizing honesty.

"The launch is two months out." Ironwood stated.

He stood up and towered over Hill with her slumping over the desk. She recoiled back and stretched to her full height. It was still nowhere near the General and closer to me though she was tall for a woman.

"All of our attention has been on raising the tower and restoring communications between the kingdoms."

"Even though Mantle suffers," she murmured.

I thought about saying something like 'Mantle always suffers' but I kept my mouth shut. It wasn't the time. Never let be said I couldn't be diplomatic.

"Some sacrifices have had to be made to get things done but we're in the final stretch now. No going back."

"I want things to get better for Mantle, General. And fast."

"I'm working as fast as I can," Ironwood vowed.

"I want you to slow down the launch of it means things can get better for Mantle. Diverting both supplies and huntsmen."

"That isn't practical."

"Practical be damned. Mantle always bears the lion's share of the suffering for Atlas. All for it's floating neighbor. You want me to not vote against you at every turn so this project gets completed? You're going to have to make concessions. That means voting my way on minimum wage increases and miner safety standards. Even if those safety standards set back your little project."

Ironwood sighed. It sounded like she had him in a corner.

"We are so close." He grunted. He sounded frustrated and exasperated. "So close to getting this project done. For everybody's benefit."

"Well it just got further away. One way or another. Not one more miner will die for this or anything else. They matter to me. What's it gonna be, James?"

"Friends call me James. You can call me Ironwood or General."

"Petty," she clicked her tongue. She had him in a vice though. She'd be petty and slow down the project too. She was a woman of her word. No one with a semblance like that wouldn't be.

"It sounds like I've got little choice. Just know that once my project is complete I won't back down so easily anymore."

"I'm counting on it, General," she turned on a clicking heel and left. Her tour de force departed with her.

"Sorry. I tried but she wasn't going to be distracted. Not by me and not by Penny."

Ironwood groaned. "The launch just got set back a month. Minimum. And if I start capitulating now who knows when it will end."

"She's a woman of her word. So you've got that going for you."

"At least it wasn't Jacque Schnee," Penny chipped in brightly. "This election could have gone much worse. She's willing to work with you if you work with her."

My scroll chirped. I pulled it out of my pocket.

"Strife. Who’s this?"

"Aurum. I've got a hit on your lady friend. She's here. She's threatening me. She demanded my information. She was asking the same sort of questions you were. I need to know what that's about now."

"You don't. I'll be there."

"My life is on the line! She immolated my men!"

"Try and hold her there. I'm coming. Let's get lucky and kill her."

"Sorry Cloud but I have got to do what I got to do to protect my business."

"Just hold her. I'm on my way."

I cut the connection.

"Something important?" Ironwood asked.

"I got a hit on Cinder. She's about to burn one of my contacts to death. I need to get there."

Ironwood nodded. "Do you need reinforcements? I'll call Ace Ops."

"Better call Team RWBY too and put them on standby with Qrow. She's at The Den."

"I'm sending Penny with you."

"Let's go Penny." I said with a nod by the door. "You and I will fly there."

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Penny and I swooped down on The Den. "You take her accomplices. Let me worry about Cinder."

"Do you believe that you can defeat her?"

"We're about to find out." Let’s hope that sounded confident.

I bust in the door to find the club empty and quiet. The lack of music and the distant smell of inhalants gave the place a void like feeling. It was strangely empty and lacking.

"Sorry Cloud. It's nothing personal. Just business, you understand." It was Aurum's voice coming from the top floor above me. "She forced me. You get it."

There was the clink of glass heels on the floor above us and Cinder Fall came into view.

"You," she purred. "Jaune Arc was it? I owe you for when last we met." Her one eye glowed like embers.

"It was. Not anymore. It's Cloud now."

"A change in name will mean little to my mistress. You're her son."

"Hardly. She didn't raise me," I shot back. I drew the broadsword from over my shoulder. I gripped the enormous handle beneath the titanic cross guard the shield helped form.

"She has bade me not kill you and your sisters have a certain fury I would dread but whatever happens happens," she sung. She spread her fingers and a flame grew across them. "You would have had me last time if not for my maiden powers. Powers which have doubled. I'm sure you are aware. And you've been spying for me. Through this rabble but you've been on the look out nonetheless."

She made Aurum call me, then. Aurum dashed out the exit, trying to keep his life intact and escaping while we were both distracted. Cinder set a trap for me. Sustrai stepped out from behind Cinder with Black in tow. I watched and my vision faded as Sustrai narrowed her eyes at me. She was trying to use her semblance on me.

I shouted at Penny and I watched a blurring kaleidoscope fly up to them and slash out at Emerald with ten floating blades appendages. My vision snapped back into focus and in perfect time for me to see Cinder descending on me with flames pouring from her feet to aid her assault. As she flew she left fire behind on the glass dance floor. I met a strike from her similarly glass weapons and stuttered back a step on the dance floor.

I activated my semblance and brought my weapon around to match her. I drew an electric crystal from my pocket. I crushed it in my palm and sent a thunderbolt at her. She blocked it by crossing her weapons and her one eye flared at me with the power of the maidens. She gestured and a half dozen fireballs floated into place before her. She blew gently. Like she was blowing a kiss at me, I didn’t catch it, and I was forced to dance out of the way of the fireballs.

I went through them. I rolled and floated towards her through the conflagration. I stabbed my sword downward and tore up glass as I pushed it screeching across the dance floor towards her. She met my strike with both her weapons crossed.

Then she struck out at me in high, low, high fashion, alternating each blade. She twirled with the motion and I was forced on the defensive, blocking each one of her attacks. I never let her truly get close to me with the enormous blade between us.

She waved her palm and a flare shot up inside the tight room towards me. I couldn't be sure how Penny was doing against her two opponents because I was too focused on Cinder.

I blocked her and seesawed my weapon down on her. Sparks flew from her glass weapons from where my Titania edge but down into them.

"I'm going to kill you this time. We'll see how my Mother takes that," I whispered. I spoke softly as I threatened her. As I made my vow.

Lightning ran up her weapons and into my arms. It made me tremble in pain for a moment before she pushed me off of her and kicked me in my exposed chest. Then she flew at me.

"Aren't you quite the little rebel. Doing what makes mommy mad?" She laughed at that.

"Oh I'll piss her right the fuck off. Can't imagine she was happy I didn't bring the relic to her."

She pointed her sword at me and there was a kazzap of lightning. I blocked it on the edge of my weapon but she just swung her weapon around her body again. A trail of fire emanating from it and growing larger until she whipped a lash of red hot blaze right at my head.

I rolled again and came up thrusting at her, forcing her to block. She swung at me with one of her glass weapons but at the far range of my weapon I was too distant and she miscalculated.

She dropped into a crouch and pointed both her weapons at me and there was another mighty kazizzle of electricity. I jumped over it and brought my weapon down on her head in a move that forced her to block with both of her own. It shattered the dance floor around us for yards and yards. All the way to the edge near the bar.

"You're right of course. She was most displeased. She will punish you for it given the opportunity. I think not, however. You will die here."

She waved her hand and a gale picked up. All the glass from the once smooth and now shattered dance floor flew up from it. She gestured at me and I hunkered behind the wide edge of my weapon and weathered the storm of glass pellets. Some struck into my aura and chipped it away. I held firm against the wind.

Blue light still licked at my body but it seemed like my semblance would not be enough. I couldn't imagine spending it and then being forced to fight her without it. If I spent it, when I spent it, it would have to be for the kill. I could use it for no other purpose. And it would probably have to be the Octa slash. No other attack would do enough damage in a single go to take her down except maybe a Finishing Touch.

I'd hardly touched her. Hadn't touched her, I realized.

When the gale broke down she hit me hard with both flaming feet. Not as hard as Penny had with a similar move but hard enough to send me stumbling back. Next she delivered three lighting fast diagonal slashes to my torso. She ripped away massive chunks of my aura.

Then she thrust forward and I blocked to the side. Her weapon buried in my personal soul based force field to the hilt right next to my head. She still managed to rip away a chunk of blue light from my body.

Things were seriously not good. Her magic was too much for me and her competence with a blade in each hand was nothing to scoff at.

I kicked her back. A move that caught her in the gut. Then I swung my blade towards her head in a massive strike that she caught with both her weapons. Making yet another 'x' shape. It seemed to be her go to in order to block against my titanic sword.

I screamed and flew at her. Closing the little distance between us with a shoulder check that knocked her to the ground.

I danced at her, flowing like water as she caught herself on one hand and tried to cartwheel back but I chased her roll now that she was out of position. Now that she was in serious disadvantage and close to me I made to capitalize on it.

I caught up to her and hit her once vertically diagonally downward and to the right. Then I reversed and came diagonally up and to the left. Then I can back down on her diagonally and from the right once more in a staggering triple hit. The kind I'd seen do twenty-five percent or more of Ruby's aura when I wasn't Limit Broken. When I wasn't Limitless.

I didn't spend the charge on it but I did shout, a scream left my lips as I performed the move with exertion. It flung her back and into one of the bars and into the wall in a shattering of glass and bottles.

She flew out of the hole in the wall and through the crevice her body had left in the bar. A trail of flame coming behind her and at her feet. I flew to meet her and where we struck the ground rippled like it was made of liquid for a moment before elasticity caught up with it and it shattered.

I was taller than her. I was conventionally stronger, too. Especially while Limit Break was active and I slowly lowered my weapon down onto her while her back twisted from trying to match me in the crater on the floor.

She kicked my leg at the hip but I only grunted and took it. I took one hand off my blade and backhanded her hard with my knuckles. Then I slid forward a step and reversed my hand and grabbed her by the throat and picked her up into the air. I pulled her in and kneed her in the stomach hard enough to make spittle fly from her lips.

Then Mercury came flying and kicked me in the back. Then he shot me in the back with both of his boot guns.

I twisted to my feet again on a pocket of air. He was breathing hard. So was Cinder where I'd knocked the wind out of her.

I wasn't much better and now that they were alone Emerald let out a scream where Penny slammed her hard into a wall.

"Ma'am…" Mercury trailed.

"Save Emerald," Cinder hissed.

Then I gambled. I dashed forward like I was going to hit Cinder. Then I spent Limit on a thrust but not at her. I thrust up and into Mercury's aura and then into his chest in a crackle of violet energy.

Blood flew from his lips as I speared him. Penny had done enough work for this to pay off and from the sounds of things she'd defeat Emerald too.

"No," Cinder whispered. The battle was out of her favor.

"Yes!" I roared. The edge was ours now.

I watched as Emerald plucked herself from the wall and fell to her knees. A tear on her face as we all saw Mercury slide onto my six foot blade.

"Emerald! Get us out of here!" Cinder called.

I swung my sword and Mercury flopped off the blade. He was already dead. I flexed and started charging my next semblance. With slow promise I stood and began the charge. Soon.

"Emerald!" Cinder barked. I was assaulted with a massive illusion. Penny was too from the way she stepped back in shock on the second floor. A gigantic image of my Mother rose from the twisted glass and roared.

Cinder burned a hole in the wall and grabbed Emerald's sobbing form and fled. I was too shocked by the cyclopean vision of my Mother to move.

"Cloud!" Penny called to me distantly. I fell to my knees before the image of my Mother and held my hands up like I was expecting an attack, I fumbled my sword with dumb hands. My brain burned and my mind was ajar.

Mother…

I thought. And despite that I knew it was an illusion. Despite the distance between us I heard her answer.

“My son…”

"No…" I whimpered.

“Yes…”

The voice seethed.

“Yes… you belong to me… I am your mistress…”

I could feel her shadow on the corner of my mind. She twisted into me and trapped me between agonies I knew weren't true.

"Cloud are you alright?"

The massive image of my Mother faded. But she lingered on my brain. A growing pressure. I howled in pain. She raked at my body and I convulsed.

"Cloud, it wasn't real."

"She's in my… my… my…" I stuttered like a broken record player. Then I started to froth at the mouth. I seized on the broken dance floor.

“My son… my precious son…”

"Oh my gods!" I heard Penny cry. "Don't worry, Cloud, help is on the way!"

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Nice to meet you

[The ball]

*dazzling dance floor and people everywhere. A beautiful diamond chandelier making the icy blue room shine*

Blake and Yang: *on the dance floor*

Weiss:*standing on the sidelines* (Ugh I hate these stupid events. I hope Ruby comes back with food before-)

“Well look who it is? Haven’t seen you since the fundraiser.”

Weiss:*turns her head* Ugh, why are you here Marigold?

Henry:I’m surprised you actually remembered me. I should be flattered.

Weiss:I tend to remember what leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

Henry:Ouch, you’re colder than last time. Can’t we both just get along and be friends?

Weiss:Why do I have the suspicion that being friends is the furthest thing from your mind?

Henry:Okay, you got me. I might still be....interested in you a bit. Would it be so wrong to give me a chance? After all I’d say the offer is better than last time.

Weiss:*glaring* And why would I take you up on it this time around?

Henry:Simple *sips champagne* how else do you plan to continue living comfortably when you’re broke?

Weiss:*eyes widened* H...how do-

Henry:I’m not the only one who knows your father has cut you off. *whispers* everyone here knows you’re broke.

Weiss:.......

Henry:Didn’t you think it was weird that nobody has approached you? Instead countless wealthy people sending their sons after you, they’ve moved on to sending their daughters after Whitley.

*whitely surrounded by many young women his age on the other side of the room. Weiss recognizes the face he is putting on; it’s a face she’s practice her whole life. The face that wishes silently to be anywhere else*

Weiss:......

Henry:I’m still here though and I can easily support-

Weiss:No thanks

Henry:Excuse me

Weiss:If you think I’d come crawling to you just so I can have money then you’re no better than my father. I don’t need help from people like you; never have never will.

Henry*:Grits teeth* Was money not the only thing taken from you? Because you’re clearly out of your-

“Excuse me Ms. Schnee?”

Weiss:*turns her head*

*Jaune in a gray tux*

Jaune:You seem bored standing here alone. May I offer you a dance. *containing his smile*

Henry:Uh excuse me? We’re sort of in the middle of a-

Weiss:I would love to; I wasn’t doing anything important anyways. *grabs his hand and walks to the dance floor.*

Henry:.....fine. Who needs the dumb bi-ah! *champagne spilled on him*

Weiss:*looking at him*

Ruby:Oh I’m sorry I “bumped” into you. I’ll be sure to be more careful next time. *glaring the man down*

Henry:.......*notices the dozen of eyes on him* You-

Qrow:*behind him* Someone is having an unlucky night. Let’s get you cleaned up. *drags him away.

Ruby:*raises his glass to Weiss and Jaune before happily walking off*

Jaune:Well that couldn’t have gotten any better.

Weiss:Did you plan that? *smiling*

Jaune:I was only gonna get you away from from him. Ruining is very expensive tux was all Ruby.

Weiss:Hehe sounds about right. So, since we’re already on the dance floor *holds hands in the waltzing position* just don’t step on my feet.

Jaune:Ha, I should telling that you. *one arm snakes around her waist while the other grabs her hand* let’s waltz Ms. Schnee.

Weiss:*smirks* Indeed, Mr. Arc.

[minutes into the dance]

Weiss:You know this is twice you’ve saved me now? I’d face cinder over annoying suitors any day.

Jaune: *chuckles* oof, they might be annoying but way easier to save you from.

Weiss:And yet dealing with them felt more life threatening.

Jaune:*smiling at her as he listens to her rant*

Weiss:*raises her eyebrow* What’s with the look?

Jaune:Sorry, it’s just this is pretty crazy don’t think? Us dancing together and talking like this would’ve never happened when we were at school.

Weiss:You know now that you mention it, I guess it is a bit crazy. The past me would lose her head if she saw this.

Jaune:Yeah well she kinda has a valid reason. Didn’t really put my best foot forward when we met hehe....*embarrassed* I was sort of really lame. Guess I’m cooler now.

Weiss:*frowns* You know you weren’t too bad. Sure you were a bit pushy but you were always sincere. I on the other hand was a bit....

Jaune:It’s alright, we both sort of had our hang ups and stuff. Seeing that dude I can see why; he’s like a snobby less cool Neptune look a like.

Weiss:What? Marigold is Looks nothing like-.... oh my goodness. *snickering*

*both share a well needed laugh together*

Jaune:I guess we were both too busy trying to be people that we thought we should be huh?

Weiss:Yeah, luckily that seems to be over. Pyrrha would be proud of who you’ve become....

Jaune:Thanks, that really means a lot. You father though is probably losing his mind because of you though. *chuckles*

Weiss:That is the nicest thing I’ve heard all day.

Jaune:It’s pretty nuts though. I think you’re more amazing then you’ve ever been.

Weiss:......*face tinting red*

*stomp*

Jaune:Ow....uh Weiss?

Weiss:*looks down to see her heelright on his foot* Sorry! That’s uh strange. I usually don’t lose focus like that. *clears her throat*

Jaune:No worries. Seven sisters remember? Good thing I have aura this time.

Weiss:Hey, ummm why did you like me at beacon?

Jaune:Simple, I-

Ren:*walks up*Jaune I need your help; Nora is trying to haggle with the chef.

Weiss:I really hope she doesn’t get anyone kicked out.

Jaune:Guess that’s my que to leave. A leaders job is never done.

*removes his arms from her small frame. For some reason, it feels wrong for them to leave her she thought*

Weiss:Wait, you were saying something?

Jaune:Oh yeah! From what I’ve seen about you I thought you were amazing. So when I actually got to meet you I was excited to get to actually know you; the real you. *smiles* Somehow I knew you’d be even better than I can think of and I was right. It’s nice to meet the real Weiss Schnee.

Weiss:.....*curtsey* it’s a nice to see the real Jaune Arc as well.

Henry:*walks back in*

Jaune:Well I guess I should be. I enjoyed the dance Ms.Schnee *kisses her hand*

Weiss:*blushing*!!!!

Henry:.....*leaves*

Jaune:Sorry, I think I got caught up in the fancy role.

Weiss:You’re fine- It’s fine! *rubbing her hand* see you later?

Jaune:Of course! If I don’t get kicked out then maybe we can dance more. *leaves*

Weiss:.......-eep! *feels a hand twirl her around into another waltz*

Ruby:Sup, you look happy and red *smirking* wishing you danced with Jaune at Beacon?

Weiss:.....Shut up and watch your feet.

Ruby:I could tell you the same thing. *snickeres*

Weiss:Whatever! It was an accident okay? Don’t you have anything better to do than watch me?

Ruby:Nope! Seriously though, what are you thinking?

Weiss:I think.....I really hope he doesn’t get kicked out.

Ruby:Awwww I know what means.

*stomp*

Ruby:Ow! That was on purpose!

Weiss:Heh *smirking*

#rwby #ruby rose #weiss schnee #jaune arc #rwby whiteknight #qrow branwen #rwby vol7 #lie ren

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faunusrights · 4 years

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OFFAL HUNT REMASTERED LIVEBLOG // CHAPTER 14

IN THIS EPISODE OF THE OFFAL HUNT LIVEBLOG:

On the other end of the line, Cinder let out a tight sigh. “Yeah. Okay, well—I’m in a difficult position right now. I’m balancing a lot. So, that wasn’t, you know, directed at you or whatever… I’m just trying to deliver you to Atlas. That’s all.”

“Yeah,” Glynda said. “This apology sucks.”

CINDER FALL TRIES TO HAVE MANNERS. AND FAILS. BUT SHE TRIES.

it’s been a WHILE but i’m STILL HERE!!!!!!!!! also i’m a little late to the draw and also unlike w/ prior chaps i did actually read this one when it came out so i’ve had my first run already. BUT that means i actually get 2 Focus so lets get this party started

so we’re now entering into the New Umbraroot Arc which Frightens me on a deep and intrinsic scale because now i have no padding to ready me for whatever the Hell is going to occur, but i do know it will be gay(er) than the current content was (is/shall be) and here’s the proof

It had only been a day, but the sound of Cinder’s voice was a relief to Glynda’s senses.

glynda that’s gay. hey. hey. glynda have u been told yr a lesbian. lesbeeb. besbion--

“Not at all.” Thank god. It was one thing to be traveling with Cinder Fall. It was entirely another to have her checking in on Glynda’s well-being.

cinder: my well-being is SHIT but thankfully there’s someone nearby doing WORSE than me, which makes me feel better at least,

“Oh.” Our sounded strange in her mouth.

my favourite thing abt any gay media and content is that it’s gay in ways that hettie(tm) nonsense can only dream of being. when a story is abt a guy and a gal all the romantic tension comes from like. looking at a tiddy or getting naked or w/e the shit. here? it’s literally found entirely in the use of the word our. such power. i love it.

I went from unknown to one of Atlas’ most wanted overnight, which is charming… And also annoying, because they refuse to stop pasting wanted posters on every street corner.

i feel like cinder is the type of bitch to send pics of them back to emerald like ‘is my face ACTUALLY that janky??? my hair is a state. you think they’ll use a selfie if i ask nicely???’

Cinder hummed, affirmative. “Which would be unnecessary, if you hadn’t reported me.”

Glynda returned, “I wouldn’t have reported you if you hadn’t been committing a crime.”

glynda you snitch. you narc. you bootlicker. does be gay do crime mean NOTHING to you,

We left a funny taste in her mouth, almost as strange as when Cinder had said our. She tried not to examine it too closely.

again. look at this shit. this is real slowburn hours. this is how u DO IT.

Her heart was beginning to feel like a pin cushion with all the needles pulled out, little holes left in their wake.

would i be showing my age if i glanced at this and wondered if it were a reference to the inciting og offal hunt inspiration fic or. it does doesnt it. okay moving on.

“Okay.” And then, in an effort to change the subject to something lighter: “I’ve never broken into a country before.”

glynda’s complete and continuous inability to actually like. do what she plans on doing is SO funny to me. she’s going to be stealthy, she says, throwing a man aside in obvious fashion. i’m going to be subtle, she says, being as conspicuous as possible. she’s a disaster and i live for it.

"The Faunus." Cinder's voice was cold. "Don't speak to her."

this part of this fic is subtitled ‘cinder’s rank opinions time’, apparently. not that u can tell. but it is. dsfhgjsdfghjghfjdk

In the silence that followed, Glynda thought of the stunted horns jutting above Cinder's hairline at the restaurant.

Glynda murmured, "That’s a horrible thing to say."

"Don’t start." There was no concession in her words. “I mean it.”

“...I just didn’t expect that from you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

There was something in Cinder’s tone that told Glynda that nothing she said would be correct. She said nothing.

cinder’s! rank! opinions! time! honestly this section victimises me the MOST as i very famously cried over an earlier section in which cinder thought abt all the faunus she grew up with, so i know that kc and diesel were looking to hurt me directly. that said i DO find it funny that cinder, yet again, looks like a pile of shit. she can’t do anything right. naturally inclined to be the villain completely unintentionally. what a moron.

A harsh laugh. “What do you think we are, friends?”

“Well, no—um. Not really, but—”

YOU SEE. CINDER. PLEASE. £10 FOR U TO BEHAVE FOR FIFTEEN SECONDS.

“Then, just—just listen to me. I’m going to get us there. I p-promise.” There was a soft sound, like disgust or the prelude to a gag. “Urgh, your soul—give me more space.”

cinder: i’m inclined to being an asshole glynda: every time yr mean 2 me i’ll make u feel worse cinder: ah no. ah shit. i have to be nice??? ah fuck. what the shit is this.

Glynda thought of Ozpin. It wasn’t a comforting thought—more like the memory of a near-accident, like sliding on ice and feeling the world shift beneath you. It was a flinch-thought, and it would have made her miserable instead of just homesick had she not shut it out so quickly.

god the writing in this fic is so especially pristine. everything feels so real and visceral and you just know Exactly how that feels. it’s brilliantly punchy and i adore the way u get have the exact sensation click into place. it’s SO good.

She wondered if it was the same moon Bacia and Vivienne had looked upon. If they had felt the same beneath its pale light. The Great War had seen two shatterings of the moon, so perhaps it had appeared different, but… Glynda couldn’t help but wish that it was something they shared, even lifetimes apart.

👈😎👈

actually im a little nervous abt doing fingerguns because WHAT IF SMTHNG HAS CHANGED... but i think this bit is. safe. maybe. diesel. kc. am i safe,

Glynda closed her eyes and tried to feel out that instinctual power within her. Tried to know herself better. It resonated around her like a water in a tank, nearly palpable.

again this is just GREAT storytelling. i just LOVE how well kc and diesel turn abstract ideas into such physical manifestations it’s completely unreal. r y’all seein this shit???

upon checking his number, she’d discovered it had been blocked.

i love that glynda is abt as knowledgeable abt little jumps like this as the reader is. are we surprised as a reader? yes. is glynda also surprised? HELL YEAH SHE IS. SHE AIN’T GOT A FUCKIN CLUE MY DUDE.

Remembering the notes to herself not to trust Winter, Glynda opened the log hesitantly.

glynda no yr sending read receipts to yr future gf and thats a bad move on everybodys part

The indicator showed this wasn’t the first time Glynda had accessed the message. She couldn’t remember doing so.

OH NO BITCH U ALREADY DID

“Special Operative Schnee, things are…” Glynda paused, searching for something suitably vague to say. “Proceeding.

do you see what i mean abt glynda’s ineptitude. it’s slapstick levels of ridiculous and i’m living for it.

Do you suspect she’s attempting to cross the border?”

“Maybe.”

‘sure,’ glynda says. ‘you could word it like that if you wanted to.’

“Bold of her, if nothing else. She should know there will—” Glynda skimmed through the rest of the paragraph to reach the end, the corners of her mouth curling. “—can make arrangements. Let me know if there’s anything else you need.”

HGSDFGKHJSFDGHKJDF JESUS CHRIST

its like in fallout 4 when someone tells u important info and when u click past it the main character just goes ‘uh huh’ ‘yeah’ ‘okay’ ‘sure’ ‘mm-hm’ as the text boxes whizz by GLYNDA PLEASE

Bubbles appeared, showing that Cinder was typing. Glynda waited.

And waited.

The bubbles appeared and disappeared four times.

She flipped back to Cinder’s conversation and found that, after all that time, Cinder had finally settled on a reply.

It said:

“Good.”

i just had to pair these up for a second if only to say: dis me lol

okay let’s double back for a second just to cover this Juicy Lore:

If you’d like, I can arrange a bouquet of flowers to be left at your mothers’ memorial site. My thoughts are with you.”

For a long moment, Glynda simply stared at the screen. [...] In quick succession, she realized that it had been sixteen days since she’d met with Cinder in the restaurant and that it was soon to be the anniversary of her mothers’ deaths.

WHAT IS THIS LORE MA’AM AND MX??? **MA’X**??? firstly idk what the HELL the Black March tragedy is but im fascinated but also: did u have to do that. can ONE person in this fic not have [spoilers redacted cant say that yet no sir] problems??? no??? die. dsfhjgghjkfsddf

Glynda picked herself up from the armchair, neat and tidy, and disassembled into bed, pulling the covers up to her throat. With her Semblance, she turned off the lights. She closed her eyes.

It was quiet. Cold. The only thing she felt was the weight of her soul.

Her Scroll buzzed. Glynda answered it.

“Glynda.” It was Cinder. “I can feel that.”

okay following on from cinder’s text message, i just. love that cinder’s having such direct repercussions to her shitty shitty actions. like this is all tying together in some 👈😎👈 instances but having cinder be her usual callous self and having to literally turn around and start fucking Being Nice For Once is VERY gratifying. fuck you you lil round-faced one-braincelled baby. time to learn to have some Manners. jgdsfghsdfghfjd

She’d simply resigned to the loneliness of having no one to trust but Cinder, and then, not even having her.

... thats gay. hey lads is that gay? its gay. it feels gay.

“Yeah,” Glynda said. “This apology sucks.”

this feels like a reference to 👈👈👈😎👈👈👈 (IS IT. AM I RIGHT. IT IS ISNT IT) but also: LOOK AT CINDER GO. TRYING. BADLY. BUT TRYING. i love her she sucks so much shes such a dumbass. feel the consequences. feel them.

Glynda chided herself; Cinder Fall wasn’t capable of remorse, but she was more than capable of simple math. It seemed the worse she treated Glynda, the worse she herself would feel.

glynda: she’s doing this because it makes her feel better, not me cinder in like idk 20 chapters down the line:

(i guess thats another 👈😎👈 moment but for GOOD REASON)

There was a shift, like Cinder was rolling over, or maybe propping herself up. Was she in bed also? It triggered the remembrance of Glynda’s own physicality, and she turned over as well, searching in the dark for the nightstand and the lamp upon it. The light clicked on. The room brightened. Glynda settled in, ready.

OOOOOH THE PARALLELS. glynda turning the lights off and sinking into darkness and the void versus perking up and sitting up and turning the lights on when talking to cinder!!!!!!! POETIC CINEMA. OOF. OOF. HOW DOES FIFTEEN POINTS OF LOVE TASTE.

“Great! Lovely. Glad to hear it.” Fangs rounded out the words like scissors. A pleasant sense of satisfaction unfurled in Glynda’s chest. “So, once upon a fucking time—”

there were two gays and they were enemies to lovers but didnt know it yet. but they will be.

THATS CHAPTER 14 BABEY!!!!!!!! i LOVED this chap and i can rly feel kc and diesel gearing up for umbraroot. its great being able to like. feel the shift of focus goin on here and im SO ready to see this arc play out. once again offal hunt is the best fic ever made. this is a fact.

#rwby #liveblog #offal hunt #i almost typed 'offal hut' which is not the pizza hut experience i want

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......WHY DID I THINK WINGS WERE A GOOD THING?!?!? SO MUCH WORK Anyways, This ideas been floating in my head for a while. Not sure how it’d work out, but let me have my little bouts of insanity.

“Ha, so now what. Isn’t it your duty to save the helpless, Red?” Mercury taunts, praying she falls for it. His leg crushed, wings always in poor shape. With the room collapsing, he has no way to escape and he’d be damned if he just died quietly. He recalls the early days, with her too wide eyes and ill-placed second guesses, though it also comes to mind what happened in Mistral, her own words declaring her intent to shut him up. It makes him wary, but she is his way out of a no win situation. “What?” She asks, as if offended. He laughs and motions to his leg. “You’re some hero right, well I’m not going to be able to get out of here on my own…’ His throat closes as she stands up straight and stares at him, lips pressed tight. He recalls Emerald’s illusions for Cinder, the weak pitiful, mewling thing, and he can’t help but think it is the furthest thing from the truth right before him. No, now he can see the strong leader, soul forged in fire, adventure, and agony, a woman whose seen too much and would be very willing to leave him here to die like a dog. Chills creep down his spine, because he can tell that mere words like innocent and delusional cannot be used with her anymore. She towers above him a look of pity on her face, before kneeling down and lifting one arm over her head and pulling him up. She doesn’t look back at him, too insignificant to be more then a foot note. “…Even though it is the right thing to do, don’t assume anything… Too many important, precious moments and people drive me forward. No matter how sad they make me feel, they’re a part of me now, and you don’t deserve to be on the same pedestal as them. You aren’t going to haunt my dreams. So get up, we’’re getting out of here, I have other things to do.” She shifted his weight a little, before taking a calming breath. “Don’t hold your breath and don’t bite you tongue.” Staring up at the patch of sky above, she crouched, and kept her hands steady.

Ruby’s Semblance encompassed all she touched. From an absurdly over-designed war scythe to the living muscle that was Nora, so long as she allowed herself to hold on, then it would be possible to carry them both out of the tower. Part of her wanted to leave him, it would not be the first death nor the last. She knew that she had killed others, inadvertently at least. She wasn’t as naive enough to think that the faunus in the tunnels had all survived back at Mountain Glenn. There was blood on her hands of strangers whom she didn't even know the faces of, but she knew his face, his voice, his sarcastic tone. It would linger in the back of her mind, like a buzzing fly; Yes there was always a chance this would backfire, but the risks were outweighed by the peace of mind. With only a second thought, she let her aura pass through and wrap up his cold void. Slowly, Ruby exhaled as she could feel her aura bubble up in her chest, and with a powerful flap of her wings, the world’s colors became dull.

Mercury couldn’t help but marvel as the world seemed to slow and the light fade as she leapt up the tall shaft, petals drifting around them lazily as if escorting her. Up, down, left, right, the direction didn’t matter anymore as she twisted and turned through the debris, sometimes moving so fast the pillars of wood seemed to curl around them instead of the logical other way around. Those small wings twitched and the one on his side pressed him closer as the once distant sky grew closer, and he could feel her aura grow thicker as she pushed her semblance further. The feeling of it dancing on his skin was both surprising and instinctively comforting. He would of honestly assumed it to be either too hot or cold, but it was warm. Like the sun on a perfect spring day, warming him to his core. Stomach turned, he grit his teeth as the sensation of life and comfort continued its embraced, until she broke through and reclaimed the sky, great wings snapping wide and they floated in the air. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced down at where the airship he and the rest of his villainous band had arrived in was, only to find it missing. He shouldn’t of been too surprised, Tyrian would of naturally assumed him dead, dragging a weakly protesting Emerald away. It was more then he could expect; Salem’s will had done a fine job of corroding her will until she had been cowed into following orders when pressured, and Tyrian was a sadistic bastard. His own wings ached to glide on the breeze, but then the warmth shattered, ripped away as she landed. Dropping him, she moved away, placing several steps between him. Her back was turned, wings tucked against her back, and he could feel his rage simmer at her indifference. The scythe unfolded as she found what she was looking for and chopped a thick, sturdy birch branch from a tree. She tossed it at him, his own reflexes kicking in to catch it. “That should be good enough to make a peg leg. Do you carry a knife with you?” She asked, leaning against her weapon as if relaxed, but he could tell by her shoulders she was ready for him to make one wrong move. “Why would I need one of those?” He asked spitefully, though it occurred to him after the words left his mouth that any good survivalist would carry one. She gave him an oddly Schnee like roll of her eyes, huffing in annoyance as she reached under her skirt, the leather sheathe briefly flashing against a pale thigh, before she threw the small pocket knife at him. It was too small to do any noteworthy damage against any aura owner, but it was well cared for and sharp enough for him to hack away at the wood. Occasionally she twitched, lips pressing tight as if smothering a comment or suggestion, but remained quiet, thankfully. Rough substitute hacked out, he gave her a annoyed look, to which she motioned to him to throw the knife back. Once the tiny thing had been exchanged, she lifted her skirt, pulling the leather belt off her leg and pulling the case off its harness before tossing the sturdy leather his way. With a grunt, He tested the stability of the temporary limb. Not the sturdiest thing, but it’d do; A better alternative then hopping through a forest on one foot. Now the problem was the forest and whatever god forsaken creatures dwelled in it. Once they went their separate ways, he could hopefully use his scroll to notify the others of his survival or find a town to hide out in, but what if he was attacked before he…

The floor shook as if to flip him the bird. Ruby jumped as well and launched herself into the tree line, hugging the treetops as she scouted for the source of the noise. When she landed hard next to him, he could tell whatever she had seen was close and well aware of their presence. She said nothing for a moment, hand gripped tight on Crescent Rose, before taking a deep breath and moving forward, placing herself between him and whatever was moving towards them.

“If you are going to run, then do it when I attack. It’ll buy you time.” Her words were uncharacteristically uncaring and every warning bell in his head was screaming that it was a trap. She had no reason to think letting him go would be better then protecting him right? Besides, he wasn’t some helpless sap, he was a trained killer. Granted hobbled, but it wasn’t in him to go down quietly anyways. “Bullshit.” He grunted, leaning against a tree. Again, he was thrown for a loop because this time she turned her head, her expression one of pure dumbfounded confusion. She had clearly expected him to bolt, not stand his ground.

“Can you still fight?” She asked, biting a lip. Mercury could almost see the hamster wheel in her head kick into overdrive as the tree line started to him and the bellowing grunts of a giant Grimm grew closer. “Tch, not on this leg.” He snapped, dread twisting in his guts. Ruby shook her head as the red eyes peered through the trees. “Could you fight if I kept you in the air?” She clarified, taking a step back as the final few trees splintered, the gaping maw of what could only be a mutated turtle crossed with something else opened. The beast lumbered forward, screeching in pain. “What? …Well yeah, but My wings aren’t exactly flight worthy.” “Hrmph, It’s obvious you need to someone to teach you proper wing preening and maintenance, but I think I can handle all the hard work. Just keep gliding and looking pretty and I’ll deal with the hard parts. Just so you know, we’re not aiming to kill it, just outrun it. Unless my friends arrive, we can’t take it down.” There was something in her tone that made him think that she was hiding something else, but now wasn’t the time to question it and focus on not getting eaten, crushed, or any other horrific death, “Awww, someone things I’m Pretty do they?” “… That’s not exactly a compliment for a guy you know….” “Whatever, let’s just get this over with and go back to passive aggressively insulting each other.” “Heh, well then, Mercury, shall we dance?” She gave him a strained smile before shifting her grip on Crescent Rose and held out one hand in invitation.

#RWBY #Ruby Rose #Mercury Black #Winged!AU #Avian!AU #RWBY Quicksliver #Kinda anyways Im pretty sure in this case its more of a mutual I dont want to die truce #I think my brain says that Ruby's friends do come and hes taken prisoner #Mostly because then I get to draw him as a grumpy bird whose being taught how to take care of his own wings

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itsclydebitches · 5 years

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I don’t know if you’re accepting Drabble prompts, but how about this: what if after Jinn’s vision ended, Ozpin had a slightly more... intense reaction to reliving his traumatic past?

Hi, anon! No idea if this is what you wanted to see in terms of “intense,” but I supposed it’s something lol

Ruby could vividly remember the first time she’d heard Uncle Qrow yell. It had stuck with her, like a thorn in her side, so very different from Dad’s anger because Dad was, well…Dad. He was supposed to get mad at the messes they made and snap when they snuck out of bed. It always felt like that was just a part of being a parent, one microscopic aspect alongside laughing at their antics, crying over growth, getting frustrated when chores weren’t done, or fussing over skinned knees. Dad had a range, whereas Uncle Qrow was only ever Kind. Yes, Ruby capitalized it in her head, like it was something proper and rare. Uncle Qrow was Kind, made up of little more than unexpected gifts and rambunctious teasing. He never stayed long enough to be anything else. She couldn’t imagine Uncle Qrow telling them to do the dishes or planting them in time-out for the fifth time that day. He arrived to play video games and feed them the sweets Dad hid up in the top cupboard. What else were uncles for?

So when a yell had finally ripped from him it settled somewhere in Ruby’s core, taking up residence there without permission. It didn’t matter that it had only been in fear—Ruby young and sheltered, toddling towards the grimm that looked remarkably like a dog. Uncle Qrow had raised his voice at her and from that moment on was no longer just Kind.

Which was good. People didn’t work that way. They didn’t have one, simple setting.

So why had she thought Professor Ozpin did?

“What’s wrong with you?”

It wasn’t even a yell, but his tone…

The words sounded familiar to Ruby and with a jolt she remembered that Yang had asked him the same thing, all the way back in Haven. What’s wrong with you? she’d spit when Ozpin revealed the impossible fact that he’d turned their uncle into a bird. What’s wrong with you? and all he’d had for her was a smile, a promise, and an apology. Accusations rolled off him like water, as Ruby had once thought they should. She’d remembered thinking, vaguely, Yes. This is a leader.

Ozpin didn’t have any kind words now.

He’d caught the punch Qrow threw at him, Oscar’s small hand still managing to twist and fling Qrow’s off to the side. As he stumbled away Ozpin got one shaking leg underneath him and finally raised his head.

Ruby took an instinctual step back.

The tears were still there and yes, he was smiling, but neither of those detracted from the outright fury in his eyes. His smile looked wrong there. Just as quick as she’d stepped back Ruby wanted to move forward again; wipe that look off his face and, despite everything she’d learned, replace it with a single emotion: anger or grief or something like pleasure. Something simple. Because this mix wasn’t anything she knew how to deal with.

Yang didn’t agree.

“What’s wrong with us?” she hissed, brushing right past a stunned Qrow to get up in Ozpin’s face. She towered over him and yet Ruby was more intimidated by how confidently Ozpin stared up into her eyes. He didn’t give an inch, even when Yang got close enough for spit to fly in his face and her breath to warm up his cheeks. “You’re the liar here! Or are we just supposed to ignore the fact that my mom was right?”

“Did you know there’s a recording of when you lost your arm?”

Yang snapped her mouth shut, momentarily thrown by the non sequitur. Ozpin nodded. “Oh yes. We’ve already established that I have trouble trusting people,” his mouth twisted. “So do you really think there weren’t cameras all over Beacon? Cinder managed to hack them briefly, but the material was all preserved. Qrow gave me access the moment I returned to Haven. Shall I bring the clip up now? I’m sure I have my scroll here somewhere…”

Ozpin didn’t reach for his pocket. He didn’t have to. Yang had gone as white as the snow at the mere suggestion. Ozpin’s gaze brush past her and landed on Blake.

“I believe I also have a recording of a certain conversation with Ms. Belladonna. Do you remember? I asked why you wore that silly bow; why hide who you are? The answer wasn’t important. The fact that you felt like you needed to was enough and I gave you the space to keep your secrets. Foolish of me, wasn’t it?”

Blake’s lips parted like she wanted to voice a protest and instead just ended up curling in on herself. Yang recovered fast and got between them, sparks dancing on the edge of her hair.

“Blake being a faunus didn’t get anyone killed!”

“No,” Ozpin agreed. For the first time his voice cracked and a bit of the anger seeped away. “Is that your threshold then, Ms. Xiao-Long? We can keep our secrets provided that they have no potential to spiral out of our control, resulting in things we never foresaw or intended? Ah, but then perhaps I should have demanded that Ms. Belladonna explain her origins after all. Such a personal connection to the White Fang is no simple offense. She might have put all of you in great danger, including a child who I was personally responsible for…”

Ozpin’s eyes met Ruby’s. She couldn’t hold them for more than a second.

“I’m not being fair though,” he continued, voice flat. Dead. “I do believe there are also recordings of a party Ms. Schnee attended a few weeks back. Shall we all watch together how her father treats her within the safety of Atlas? How she summoned a boarbatusk and may well have killed a civilian if James hadn’t been there to stop it? Am I allowed to force her to re-live that moment simply because I have the means to?” Ozpin’s gaze snapped to Qrow, ignoring Weiss’ flinch. “Your dear uncle felt strongly that neither of you should ever know about his semblance or the magic I gave him. But ah, we’ve already established how important information is to you all. Perhaps I should have told you, regardless of what a betrayal would have done to him.”

Ozpin tilted his head to the sky. Eyes closed now, snow mixing with what was left of his tears. His whole body shook.

“Of course, you know all these secrets already,” he said, so quietly that Ruby had to strain to hear him. “Ms. Xiao-Long has shared her trauma with you. Ms. Belladonna her heritage. Ms. Schnee told you all about that awful dinner party. My dear Qrow, you finally found the nerve to tell your nieces everything—even if unfortunate circumstances forced your hand. I’ve given you nothing new… and yet, somehow I don’t think any of you would be eager to watch those moments play out on my scroll. So tell me, what exactly gave you to right to watch all of that!”

Ozpin jerked back and slashed his hand in the air, encompassing everything that Jinn had shown them. Ruby felt a sting against her cheek as some of his aura followed the gesture. It split, a small trickle of blood running down into the corner of her mouth.

“Please tell me, does that help you all be better protectors of humanity? Did it sate your curiosity? To watch my former love try to kill herself over and over again? To watch her murder my children—”

“It was me.”

Ruby blurted it without meaning to, but once she did she was stumbling towards him, the relic held out as a measly, pathetic offering. Ozpin didn’t take it. “I asked the question and I’m sorry. Sir. I didn’t think...”

Didn’t think it would be like this. But Ruby couldn’t bring herself to say it.

Surprisingly, Ozpin nodded. His eyes even softened a bit and when he reached out to rub the blood away his hand, though trembling, was gentle. “You didn’t think,” he agreed. “You didn’t think about what might happen if you asked your question, beyond the assumption that you’d finally get what you wanted. But what’s the cost, Ms. Rose? That’s all I ever do. For thousands of years now. I think and I weigh the cost of things. Sometimes I think long and hard enough that I hit on the right answer. Other times? …Well.”

Ozpin’s hand dropped. He spread them out at his sides, a gesture of vulnerability. “Do you still want to hit me, Qrow?”

Slowly, he shook his head.

As quick as it had come the anger was gone. As was the smile. Grief was the only thing left and Ruby revised her original thought. This wasn’t better.

“Okay then,” Ozpin whispered and turned his back on them. He began moving forward, not looking for who—if any—bothered to follow.

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