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razorblade180 · 3 years

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Interdimensional Moms: part 1

Intro <-

Yang:So how we doin this? Drawing straws or... well we actually don’t have straws here so-

Weiss:It’s obvious that you wanna go first.

Blake:Extremely obvious.

Ruby:All over your face.

Yang:Hey now, don’t call me out like that! We all have so much to sort out here. I don’t even know where to begin. Differences could start and stop anywhere for all we really know.

Blake:From what it seems, Beacon itself would have one or two minor changes, but the real changes start after the fall. At least, for you three that is.

Weiss:You saying you’re different?

Blake:Unless you three started going on dates with Jaune at Beacon, then yes, I’m different.

RWY:(They’ve been together that long!?)

Yang:Okay, starting from Beacon...nothing really stands out too much. Jaune and I were just friends. *cringes* Back then, a certain faunus caught my eye.

Blake:Ah...right. I guess that tracks in practically every universe.

RW:Oh yeah it does. You two are joined at the hip.

Yang:Haha, really? Glad to hear it. My Blake and I are best buds! Remnant has never seen such a dynamic duo! Can’t say it didn’t take a lot of time effort after a rough patch. We actually dated in my world.

Blake:Same.

Yang:What!? How long?

Blake:I don’t know, it was pretty on again off again.

Yang:Well for me it was after Haven. Both of us had gotten pretty serious. All the growing we’ve done together and apart had brought us closer. However, Adam unintentionally put a wedge between us. His attempt to change and the problems that came with it were-

Yang stopped midway and saw the confused faces of her otherworldly teammates. They were shocked, confused even. Especially Blake, who looked the most shocked of all.

Yang:Umm did I say something odd?

Blake:Adam, he...isn’t dead?

Yang:Oh, well I guess that’s the start of the major changes then. Blake and I fought Adam at Argus. Stabbed him through the chest and watched him fall down rocks into a river.

Ruby:That lines you with my world. Dude died that day. Like any normal person should.

Yang:Well Adam is anything but fucking normal. Man has the craziest luck. A young women, the winter maiden in fact, she saved his life. She’s not exactly normal either. The maiden, Jacquelyn, ended up sticking by him to see if she could change his ways. This naturally meant we’d run into them again. And that’s how things fell apart.

Blake:What do you mean?

Yang:You were fully committed to seeing if Adam could actually change. I wasn’t, so we constantly butted heads in any situation involving him. Then we would fight about things that had nothing to do with at all. Eventually, we broke it off. We remained on decent terms but I was pretty heartbroken about the disconnect. Enter our lovable blonde idiot. Jaune did everything in his power to cheer me up.

Weiss:Sounds like him. Always such a bleeding heart. That boy just can’t help himself. Let me guess, his kindness and concern made you feel all warm and fuzzy?

Yang:Hehe, guilty. It was more of his willingness to laugh at my puns. Jaune’s always been interesting to talk to. He tries to act cool and calm even though he’s terrible at it, then comes clean right after. Before I knew it I was telling him things I hadn’t talked about with people before. I could tell he looked at me like most guys do, but also genuinely wanted to listen to me. Talk about playing unfair; he got defenseless. Suddenly I was smiling again. Anytime with him was time well spent. Then one day, I kissed him.

Ruby:Happily ever after?

Yang:Not even close! Hahaha!

Weiss:Why do you sound proud?

Yang:It’s funny looking back at it to a certain degree. Gods, I was such a brat. More than a few fights are on me. Between Blake, Raven, and other experiences, my insecurities flared up in ugly ways over nothing. It even got us to break up too. I was officially done with dating. My Ruby was out in an uncomfortable position.

Ruby:I bet! I’d never want you two fighting. Especially in my world. Picking between the person I love and my sister!? I don’t know what will happen.

Yang:I kinda do. *sets up* You’d start dating Jaune because you’ve looked at him since Beacon. The two of you would confide in each other and share a special kind of love, but it would be bittersweet. All because your sister still pines for him and never met to make him leave, and Jaune never says it, but he hates how things fell apart. He’s faithful to you and would never do you wrong, a guy to truly cherish. So... you let him go. Watch him walk back to your sister like you asked, because my happiness was worth that much to you.

Ruby:....

Yang: In my world at least. Honestly it’s still the most amazing thing I’ve seen you do. We must’ve cried over that conversation for hours. I felt so guilty and you only smiled, hugging me tight. Jaune and I had a few more stumbles. Nothing serious though. Eventually we moved in together when the world was saved. You and Oscar got together officially which made me happy. Even made our weddings a competition of who’d make dad bawl his eyes out the most. You won by the way; Raven came back into our family and into dad’s arms. Last but not least I had a baby. Yujin Xiao Long, my fucking pride and joy from above.

Weiss:Wow, that’s a lot.

Blake:What am I doing? Did I marry Sun?

Yang:Yep. You and blondes Blake, I tell ya.

Weiss:Hold the phone! Who am I with!?

Yang:Pretty sure you’re technically single. Buuuut, Neo and your have gotten pretty friendly from what I managed to interrogate out of you.

Weiss:That’s, highly unexpected. For a number of reasons.

Yang:Better believe it. Besides Cinder, a few crazies, and Salem, a few people made something of themselves. Dying sucks after all.

Ruby:You have a dead Cinder?

WBY: You don’t?

Ruby:*crosses arms* Hmph, I’ll wait my turn. Yang, you said you’re the only mother from our team. If Blake and I have been married for quite some time then what, we don’t want kids?

The joyful sunshine from Yang slipped into grayer skies. Her smile faded and it increasingly got harder to look at this Ruby without thinking of her own.

Yang:Are you sure that’s something you wanna know? I’ll tell you, but I didn’t want to bring down the mood with the problems where I from.

Blake:Problems? How big of a problem.

Yang:The biggest we’ve faced. It’s...a lot.

Ruby:Well we’ve listened this far. *takes hand* Lay it on us.

Yang:Pfft, oh boy. So...umm...another secret war came up. One that caused us to leave our friends and family for over a decade.

Weiss:A decade!?

Blake:What gets worse after Salem!? Who tries anything after a grimm queen!?

Yang:So a majority of Remnant was still unaware of her, but a fight like that can only be kept under wraps so tightly. Plenty of people still learned fractions of the truth. A few of those people weren’t exactly nice guys. They idolized her efforts and became her followers that wanted to keep her will alive, starting with taking revenge on the people who defeated her. We were so unaware. So caught up in normalcy. They ambushed us, and I mean everyone. We...we didn’t come out unscathed. Ren was crippled badly. Weiss, you almost your brother. Jaune’s family got hit but thankfully lived. The real casualties were aimed to hurt Ruby.

Ruby:Oh, of course. S-So, either you’re about to say I had no time to start a family, or...

Yang:...

Yang:When I tell you the look you made when you learned what happened to Oscar, to Qrow... that’s the moment it felt like my little sister left forever. Till this day you don’t smile like you used to. Very recently, now that it’s finally over, you’ve started looking better, but those ten years were hell. We choose to go out and fight again, avoiding contact with family. I haven’t had a real opportunity to be in my daughters life.

Ruby:How old is she?

Yang:Sixteen soon. Left her when she was four so you know. *tearing up* I missed everything. Just about anyways. Ironically it was Raven and Adam that helped her through the years with Jaune and Dad. Eventually we came back and ooohh boy was Yujin not thrilled in the slightest. Hehehe. Her right hook is really strong. I only had about a week with her before things got complicated again. *wipes eyes* But it’s okay. We left on good term. Something I definitely don’t feel like I deserve.

Blake:I can’t believe a thing like that would be possible.

Yang:Cults are a huge problem in Remnant now. You’re definitely aware of that. You actually oversee a little group from the shadows to deal with them in secret. An idea you got from experience. Adam works for you and everything. Hate to admit, but he’s become the guy you wanted him to be. Even has a family. I’m grateful to him. He personally kept my girl safe.

Blake:To think I’d hear you say that. Now I know this isn’t my world.

Yang:Don’t get me wrong, I still will hit him if given the chance. My life hasn’t been charmed and sacrifices too great were happening way too many times but it finally has gotten to a point where everyone feels like we’re taking steps towards a better future.

Weiss:Moving forward?

Yang:Yes, I was trying to avoid the phrase but yes Weiss, we’re moving forward. Still... *looks at Ruby*....

Ruby:W-What?

Yang:It’s unreal seeing you like this. My Ruby has become so strong and endured but hasn’t really picked herself up completely. All her tragedy stemmed from the loss of Oscar and Qrow; her last talk with Oscar was fight about kids too. That’s the entire reason she went off alone in the first place. Looking at you I can’t help but question my own choices. If...I just let her stay with Jaune, then maybe-

Ruby:Nope.

Yang:Huh?

Ruby:Look, if I know anything about your world, then it’s gonna be me and I can tell you without a doubt your Ruby doesn’t blame or would consider her own happiness without you. She loved you enough to take the chance to find love again. You really think there’s anything you could’ve done differently at that point. That girl is as stubborn as they come! *smiles* So buck up cowgirl. You deserve it.

A sense of warmth came over Yang as she heard those words. This other Ruby smiled at her with the same love as her own; completely caring about Yang’s feeling before her own. Yang felt so...unburdened. She couldn’t help but cry a little, laughing softly as she did. Who would’ve thought love could transcend worlds? It was so vindicating, therapeutic even.

Yang:Ruby, you’re something else entirely, you know that?

Ruby:It’s my curse. All I ever wanted was normal knees but the world said “no, special eyes!”

Yang:Well I guess I should thank the world then?

Weiss:You said your Ruby is getting better? That’s good. Still, it must be pretty weird looking at Jaune. Can’t imagine how lonely it must feel losing a love twice.

Blake:It never numbs.

Yang:Geez you two, lighten up. We can’t all be depressed. Ruby also didn’t lose Jaune. Actually....there may or may not have been an interesting...arrangement for a brief period of time.

Ruby:Ehhh what?

Yang:Hehehe well, hahaha, ummmm a decade is a very long time without feeling any kind of pleasure in a bleak situation. And you know me, I have to share things with you all my life.

Ruby:OH MY GOD!!!

Blake:*grinning* Yooooo! You loaned out Jaune!?

Weiss:That’s....accurate; in a lot of ways.

Ruby:That’s so scandalous! How could you!?

Yang:I didn’t force it! I gave the option, you said no, then you changed your mind because things got real stressful. Like come on, a decade of death and loneliness.

Ruby:Sigh...yeah. I can see it. Still, it’s so filthy. He’s a married man. What, so I’d just look at you and say “Yang I’m gonna sleep with Jaune, don’t come in the room.”

Yang:....

Ruby:What?

Yang:....Nothing.

Ruby:Bullshit! What is it!?

Yang:*scratches head* Well, I was lonely too, and a week is only so long-

Weiss:Oh so it was a group thing!!?

Ruby:WHAT!?

Yang:Only sometimes!

Ruby:SOMETIMES!?

Blake:HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! THAT IS AMAZING!

Ruby:Why are you laughing!?

Blake:Because that’s just so extreme, and not, all at the same time. I could totally see that happening.

Weiss:Same. Dang, Jaune slept with sisters. That’s dangerously close to being like your dad.

Ruby:That’s different!

Blake:Is it though?

Yang:Eh, I don’t see the problem. We’re all grown and make choices. Plus I’m the one who guided you through awkward teenage changes. It not like we didn’t share a room for years.

Ruby:That doesn’t make it okay.

Yang:Eh debatable.

Ruby:*red* It isn’t though! How could I do something so bold!? So taboo!?

Weiss:It isn’t like you’re the one who did it. Just a version of you.

Ruby:Not better!

Yang:Awwww it’s okay Ruby. Let’s hug it out. Hehehe *opens arms*

Ruby:Don’t touch me!

Weiss and Blake laugh until their sides hurt as Ruby tries escaping the bear hug that terrorized her. Yang’s world found interesting for sure. Weiss finally decides to help Ruby out.

Weiss:Got a picture of Yujin?

Yang’s eyes lit up and pulled out her scroll. Her team huddled around her and collectively cooed like that parents they are at the sight of a blonde young girl with gorgeous blue eyes with a black combat school graduation cap and gown and a certificate proudly raised up high. If it wasn’t for those eyes and shoulders length hair, they might’ve mistaken her for Yang.

Yang:She’s going to Beacon early because she’s fucking awesome like her mom.

Ruby:I think you mean her aunt?

Yang:I know what I said.

Weiss:I bet she’s just as hardheaded.

Blake:What do you think your kid is up to right now?

Yang: Well...*smiles*

xxxx

The girl in question sat at a work bench with oil on her face and her hands busy tinkering with gauntlets. She looked over at blueprints in a journal. If they were right, then she was definitely doing something wrong. How her mother made something so complex was crazy!

Yujin:Come on Yujin. You can fix a car, making gauntlets into a sword that don’t break should be easy!

Footsteps came up from behind her and a plate stacked with sandwiches. She looked up and smiled at her dad that gave her a wink, then kissed her forehead.

Jaune:Haveing fun, you grease monkey.

Yujin:Jokes on you, I like monkeys. Just a few more attempts and I’ll have the coolest weapon in Remnant. That entrance exam is as good as aced.

Jaune:Not if you don’t have a landing strategy. Tomorrow we’re going on a trip.

Yujin:Does it happen to be near a cliff?

Jaune:Who can say? Rule one of being a huntsman, be prepared for everything.

He ruffled her hair and left, laughing evilly. Yujin could tell he’s been waiting for this day. She pulled out her scroll and searched through a collection of videos labeled “mom” and found a super early one. She hit play and watched her mother give a peace sign to the camera as trees increasingly got closer from below.

Yang:Beacon rules!!!! Wooohooo!

The camera flipped and focused on a familiar blonde flailing through the air like a doll in the distance.

Yang:Oof, hate to be that guy! Wait, that’s vomit boy! Hahah, hope he survives. He owes me shoes. Poor dude. I guess he needs more training in flirting and landing. Wait, eugh I think he barfed again! Hahaha!

Jaune:Stop watching that one!!!!

Yujin:Hahaha but it’s the best one. The ending is priceless.

Jaune: *walks back down*

Yang:Well if he survives this I guess I can off him at least I can offer him mints and company. Fake it to ya make Jaune. Between me and Ruby, at least you’ll look like a player. Heh, nah, I don’t think I can support a bunny onesie.

Yujin and Jaune:*grinning* And then she did! *high-fives* Arc charm, baby!

#rwby #rwby au #jaune arc #ruby rose #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #rwby dragonslayer #yujin xiao long #rwby lasting embers

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fluffyllamas-23 · 7 years

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Day 8: free day - Pidge

Last day of @voltronwhumpweek2017!

Three days ago, Pidge came home from her morning classes, told Shiro she had a headache, was tired and was going to bed.

When she didn't come out for dinner, Shiro checked on her only to find her shivering underneath a pile of blankets. Her face was flushed and clammy, and she was far too pale for Shiro’s liking. He took her temperature, and when the thermometer read ‘102.6’, he ordered her to stay in bed until her fever was gone. She fought him on it weakly, but he pulled the ‘doctor’ and ‘big brother’ cards on her, and she gave in.

It has been three days, and Pidge is making no indication that she feels any better. In fact, she feels worse. She's completely sapped of energy, her throat hurts so much that it's difficult to swallow, and her head is pounding in time with her heartbeat (and has been for nearly three days straight). Her entire body is achy and heavy, and even rolling over in bed feels like too much of an effort. Congestion has set up camp in her sinuses and chest, and she just feels miserable.

She hears Shiro yelling. He's in the hallway, and she can tell by the tone of his voice that he's mindful of how sick she feels and that he's trying to keep it down.

Shiro is pacing the floor of his room. He tugs on his hair in frustration. “Pidge is sick, mom. We aren't going to the wedding.”

“I expect you there, and I expect Katie there. I told Bridget that my son and daughter would be attending. Her children are going to be there and she can't win. She always has to one up me, and I refuse to let it happen again.”

Shiro rubbed his forehead, sick to death of this stupid rivalry his mother had with Bridget, “That's insane. Who cares? Pidge is sick. She's had a one hundred and two degree fever for almost three days now. She can’t stay awake for longer than thirty minutes at a time. She's in no shape to do anything right now.”

There was a pause and then, “Your brother will be there, you two need to be there also.”

“And if I tell you no?”

“Need I remind you who's paying off your student loans, medical school, Katie’s school, and the apartment you and Katie are living in?”

Shiro clenches his jaw. “You wouldn't.”

“Do you really want to find out?”

He hates her. He hates her with every fiber of his being.

Shiro ends the call and resists the urge to buck his phone across the room. Instead, he pushes a shaking hand through his hair and goes to Pidge’s room.

He knocks on her door, and when he hears a stuffy, tired “combe ind,” he enters.

“Pidgey,” he coos, “how are you feeling?”

She mumbles something incoherent, and Shiro sighs. How is this going to work?

He sits on the edge of her bed and puts a hand on her forehead.

Still too hot.

“So, mom is making us come to the wedding.”

Pidge immediately bursts into tears. She doesn't want to go anywhere, she felt awful and all she had done the past few days was sleep and lie in bed.

Shiro feels horrible for dragging her out of bed when she's still so sick. He loads her up on as much medication as possible, and when they kick in, she's able to get ready.

“Pidge, I'm so sorry,” he sighs, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye as he drives.

“For what?”

“That you have to go...I'm so sorry, I should have fought her more.”

Pidge rolls her eyes, “you've obviously never met mom. She always gets her way. I'm not mad at you.”

Even though the medicine is working somewhat, she's still very obviously not feeling well. She had brought a blanket, was curled up underneath it and was leaning uncomfortably against the window. There's a pair of leggings and oversized sweatshirt in the back that she longs to wear, instead of the uncomfortable dress her mom had supplied her with a few weeks earlier. It's too tight, and she has trouble breathing in it on a good day. Now, when she's sick with this God-awful flu bug, it's stifling and she hates it.

As soon as Shiro parks the car, he gets out and walks over to the passenger’s side and opens it for his little sister.

Pidge trails after Shiro as they go inside, tugging at the collar of her dress.

“There you two are,” their mother says, standing in front of them. Her focus went to Pidge, and her expression turned from one of disappointment (which is her general neutral expression when looking at the two of them) to one of frustration and annoyance.

“Hello, mother,” Pidge mutters, coughing lightly into her fist. Shiro stiffens and positions himself so he can stand between the two of them if necessary.

“You look terrible.”

“She has the flu,” Shiro says, clenching his jaw.

“You couldn't have at least put on makeup?”

“I don't have the energy to,” Pidge mutters, “and when's the last time you've seen me wear any?”

Their mom purses her lips, “I have some in my bag, let's go.”

She's practically dragging Pidge by the arm to the bathroom and Pidge is letting out squawks of indignation.

Shiro sighs and walks into the venue. He finds a seat close to the door so that he and Pidge can leave if need be.

“Shiro, hey!” One of his cousins cries, sitting down next to him.

“Hey, Lance.”

“Where's Pidge?”

“Mom dragged her to the bathroom to put makeup on, or something.”

Lance bursts out laughing, “when has Pidge ever worn makeup?”

“Never. But mother insists,” Shiro says, rolling his eyes.

“You sound much more bitter about her than usual.”

“Pidge has the flu. Mom doesn't care and made us come anyways.”

“Oh shit. Is it bad?”

Shiro nods, pursing his lips in annoyance. “She's had a one hundred and two degree fever for three days, and hasn't even been up and out of bed in that time.”

“Damn. Poor Pidge.”

“Hey, why are you sitting so far back?” Keith asks, sitting next to Shiro.

“So Pidge and I can leave without anybody noticing.”

“Where is Pidge? And where’s mom? I don't even want to be here. If she's not here, I'm leaving. Who even are these people? Do we know them?”

“Mom dragged Pidge into the bathroom to put on makeup or something. I don't know.”

“Your mom is a bitch.”

“Tell me about it,” Shiro and Keith muttered simultaneously.

“Dude you sound pissed,” Keith says, quirking a brow at his older brother.

“Our poor Pidgey has the flu,” Lance pouts.

Keith’s jaw drops, “what? Why is she here? She should be sleeping, not at some stupid wedding for people we don’t even know.”

“Mom threatened to cut us off if we didn't come.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Keith hisses.

“Yeah,” Shiro groans, and sits up straighter when he sees Pidge trudge through the church doors. She looks drained, and heavy on her feet, and just downright miserable (despite the makeup slathered on her face).

“Hey,” she croaks out stuffily, and pours herself in the spot next to Shiro.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Shiro asks.

“I want to go home,” Pidge whimpers, curling into herself as a shiver goes down her spine.

“Shit, and mom is okay with her being here?” Keith spits out, watching his little sister with concern.

Shiro nods sharply, and wraps an arm around Pidge.

“I don't feel well,” she groans, “maybe I can fake my death...mom will let me leave if I'm dead, right?”

“Doubtful,” Lance scoffs, “maybe if we all gang up on her, she’ll let you guys take Pidge home.”

“Yeah, let’s go,” Shiro says, standing up. Keith and Lance trail behind him, and they locate her quickly.

“Mom, we’ve gotta talk.”

“The ceremony is about to start,” she says, raising her eyebrows at her sons and nephew.

“Not for another ten minutes. This is-”

“-Bullshit. This is complete bullshit,” Keith says, cutting Shiro off. “Pidge is sick, she needs to be in bed.”

“Come on, Aunt Kendra,” Lance says, shaking his head, “you're really going to make your daughter stay when she has the flu?”

“Fine. You can leave at the reception. Just show Bridget you're here and you can go.”

Shiro growls in frustration, “no. That's it. I'm taking her home, if you want to cut me off, fine.”

He spins on his heels, and marches back to the church.

Shiro bends down in front of his sister, grabs her purse, and looks down at her “Pidge, let's go.”

“What? But the wedding...”

Shiro smiles softly at her, “you need to be in bed.”

“What about mom-”

“-I don't care what mom says. You have the flu, you need to be resting.”

Forty five minutes later, Pidge is back in bed, feeling worse than before. The medicine has worn off, and she honestly feels like she's on the brink of death, not to be dramatic.

Shiro drapes a cool washcloth on her forehead to soothe the fever that spiked back up to 102.3.

He's about to walk away when she grabs his arm.

“What's up?” He asks softly, ruffling her hair.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For taking me home...taking care of me...thank you.”

“Of course, Pidgey. Get some rest, I love you.”

“Love you, too.”

#voltronwhumpweek2017 #shiro #pidge #keith #lance #sick!pidge #their mom is a bitch #this isn't really edited #sorry

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