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angry-geese · 3 years

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Risotto Nero x Reader (Soulmate Goose of Enforcement au)

Warnings: none, sfw. minor goose related violence. Some light swearing, its pretty mild tbh. Gn!Reader

Notes: when it's time for two soulmates to meet, a goose appears. The goose is immortal, and cannot be deterred until said soulmates meet. The trouble stems from trying not to be mauled by said goose.

Tumblr ate this the first time i tried to post it so if you've seen this before I'm sorry, I'll have a new fic posted later this week

It's a beautiful day in Italy, and He is a terrible goose.

As a child, you never gave the idea of having a soulmate much thought. It was there. That's about it. As you grew older, you watched all of your friends and family find theirs and settle down, living their own happily ever afters. All of the typical ways people find their soulmate never came to you. No red string of fate ever attached itself to your wrist, no words ever appeared on your arms. The older you got, the less hope you had. Sometimes people were born without soulmates. Sometimes people's soulmates die, and they're left without one.

You're not sure which one is better.

You fell into the underground of Passione after a family debt. The protection fees were becoming too much for your family to handle. The gangs never protected anything. It was their way of trying to pry you from your home without outright killing you. When you stood up for yourself- what a mistake that was- things went wrong. It was your life, or a life of service. Do it or die. You became one of the cogs in Passione's well oiled machine, the gears that turn and run Italy's underground. Your life became replaceable.

You figured a soulmate wouldn't want someone like you. Maybe it was better if you didn't have one. Who would want a low-rate mafioso like you, anyway?

Risotto settled into the thought of not having a soulmate rather well. At a young age he was deemed the black sheep of his family, partly for his frightening appearance, partly for how hard he found it to fit in. He left to live with his nonna and cousin as a teenager, soon falling into the gangs after the death of his cousin. If someone was going to be born without a soulmate, it was him. His occupation didn't allow soulmates. Having a significant other would only serve as something else to use to hurt him. It's bittersweet, in a strange sort of way. As a child, he would run himself in circles trying to find his soulmate. But a partner would do more harm than good.

People like him don't get happy endings. That's a fate he's reserved himself to.

Risotto first spotted you from across the restaurant, your eyes locking for only a moment. You bumped into him, spilling a bit of wine on your shirt. Your eyes went wide as you muttered a slew of apologies. He brushed the entire event off. Truly, you didn't stand out in the crowd. From the very beginning, you had the wide-eyed, frightened look of someone new to this, standing among a group of people with the same traumatized look on their face. Really, he didn't give you much thought. He hated ceremonies like these. He hated having to wear a suit. He hated how open this place was. He would be noticed here, something that his job requires avoiding at all costs. Despite his discomfort, he's tolerated it this long. His team pays little attention as he walks outside, making an offhand comment about it being stuffy. The important parts are over anyway, he won't miss anything.

The crowd is getting to you.

Rarely you find yourself in a place so packed. Ceremonies like this are not commonly held. It makes you anxious seeing just how widespread Passione is. This isn't even everyone. Many of the higher ups- the capos and even the boss- didn't bother coming.

You head outside for a smoke. Your hands shake as you pull out a pack of matches. The cool evening air is a nice change from the stuffy restaurant. You watch as the sun sets over the ocean. A few sparse clouds float overhead, but the sky is mostly clear, painted shades of orange and pink.

To your left, you hear a menacing sounding honk.

A goose stands to your side, it's beady black eyes filled with malice. As unnerving as it is, you stay still. All it's doing is standing there, why bother it? It'll leave eventually. It's not like you're messing with its babies.

You absentmindedly shoo it away, going back to your cigarette.

Menacingly, it steps forward. Despite this, you stand your ground. It's a bird, what's the worst it'll do?

It takes a bite of the hem of your slacks, tugging of your pant leg. When you don't immediately respond, it chomps on your ankle. The bite draws blood, causing you to recoil, and step back. The cry you let out is pitiful. After a second, you regain your composure, now filled with unbridled rage.

"Piss off ya feathered fuck!" You say. You'd feel bad swinging at it, but it's clearly out for blood. It's awfully bold for something that doesn't even reach your knees.

Risotto emerges from the restaurant to find you being attacked by a goose.

He simply watches the event unfold from the safety of the patio. You flee in his direction, collapsing on the stones at his feet. Warm blood trickles down your leg, staining your sock and shoe. He's merely watching, up until he puts some distance between the two of you and your avian attacker charges. Risotto isn't scared, more than he's caught off guard. Animals tend to be afraid of him. Maybe they could tell what he did for a living.

The evil goose gives one last hiss before stepping back, nodding it's small head. The second either of you try to step away, its charging, hissing as if it's out for more blood.

You glace from it, to Risotto, then back to it.

When you stand, he towers nearly a foot over your head. Black eyes glare down at you. You want to shrink and hide under his gaze. He feels familiar. His very presence is comforting in a bizarre sort of way.

You've heard of this- one of the rarest ways to find a soulmate. There's no real explanation behind it. There's no reason behind the others, but they tend to make more sense than this. When it's time for someone to find their soulmate, a goose appears. The difficulty comes from trying not to be mauled by said goose. The goose is immortal, and cannot be killed or deterred until two soulmates find each other. That's it that's the au.

"You're my... soulmate?" You say. It comes out as more of a question.

Him? Seriously?

"I guess so."

His voice is quiet. It's very deep and would be intimidating had the circumstances been different. He helps you to your feet, holding your hands in his. He offers his arm out to you. You take it, leaning against him. He's rather warm. You brush some of the dirt off. He takes a moment, giving you a once over for any more injuries. You appear fine, despite your damaged pride.

It makes him wonder what group you'll be assigned to. Probably Bucciarati's. You seem far too meek for his team or the guard. In a way, the thought is comforting. A smaller group would be less dangerous than his.

"I'm Risotto." He says, even quieter.

Despite the comical circumstances, his heart races. He has a soulmate. A million questions are going through his head. 90% of them are asking "is that seriously a goose?"

"Y/N." You dust yourself off a bit. He commits the sound of your name to memory. "Wait why the fuck are you named after rice?!"

"Don't worry about it." He says. The corners of his mouth tug into a smile. You simply shrug.

"I think I need a band-aid." You say.

Slowly the goose waddles off, setting out for it's next victims.

#jjba x reader #risotto nero x reader #risotto x reader #jjba #risotto #risotto nero #crack #vento aureo #golden wind #jojo part 5 #jojo's bizarre adventure

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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Flower Files, Part 2 (Rujubee, Shangelyssa) - Albatross

AN: Here’s the second installment of Flower Files. Pairs featured are Rujubee in a cute little sickfic and Shangelyssa doing a bit of gardening!

Chapter 3: Rujubee

“You’re sick,” Jujubee stated, arms crossing in the process. There was no question, no uncertainty in her voice, just a plain, simple, factual statement.

Raven, on the other hand, wholeheartedly disagreed with her. She never got sick. Her scratchy throat, foggy head, and stuffed up nose were the result of something else entirely. She was quite confident of that and immediately argued, “It’s just allergies.” Never mind how the voice she spoke with sounded nasally even to her own ears.

Jujubee merely arched her brow at her stubborn girlfriend. She glanced up and down Raven’s form bundled up on the couch and wrapped in one of their oversized fleeces before settling back on the obstinate glare Raven was sending her way. Voicing her disbelief, she replied, “Mh-mm. From what? We don’t have any pets and it’s the dead of winter. No dander, no pollen.”

Raven’s eyes narrowed at her. It seemed like she might give in, or more likely, sulk silently in defeat, but that small hope went out the door as Raven snottily retorted, “Those flowers you sent.”

“You mean the ones I sent because you were getting sick?” Jujubee countered. “Yeah, I’m sure that’s the reason.”

The couple glared at one another for another moment or two with neither side willing to concede. Raven utterly hated feeling like anything less than 100% her normal self and loathed the thought of relying on anyone’s, even her own girlfriend’s, help while she recuperated. Jujubee was annoyed that Raven couldn’t let go of that self-confident bravado and let herself be taken care of, even for a little while. She wanted to help her girlfriend get better, ached to repay her for all the times Raven had cared for her when she felt under the weather. But Raven was still too guarded, even after all these months together.

Sighing, Jujubee decided to try a different tactic. “Alright,” Jujubee relented as she turned away and walked towards the bathroom. “Be back in a minute.”

Raven watched her suspiciously and wrapped the blanket even tighter once she was sure Jujubee was out of sight. She heard her girlfriend rattling around in the bathroom, clearly looking for something in the cabinet next to the sink. Raven found herself feeling slightly curious as to what exactly Jujubee was searching but her head was so cloudy she didn’t get very far with her wondering. Before too long, Jujubee reappeared in front of her and dropped two packets of medicine into her lap.

In a no-nonsense tone, one very unusual for Raven to hear from her, Jujubee told her, “Take whichever you think is gonna work.”

Looking down, Raven found the two packets were quite different from one another; one marked for allergies, the other for cold and flu symptoms. She glanced back up at Jujubee. Her arms were crossed once more as she silently waited for Raven to make her choice. For too long, Raven’s eyes darted between the packages, but Jujubee remained faithfully in front of her, watching her every move. She knew what Jujubee was doing; trying to push her into making the right choice but Raven still detested that kind of not-so-subtle nudging. Still, she found herself feeling surprisingly cowed…so she decided to meet Jujubee in the middle…and make a choice neither would be entirely happy with.

She tore into both packets, selecting one tablet from each, and popped them into her mouth with a taunting little smirk. As she swallowed them down dry, Jujubee cracked a tiny grin of her own. Shaking her head, Jujubee wandered off towards the kitchen, but as she left, Raven could hear her muttering, “Stubborn bitch.”

As soon as she realized there was no real bite to the words, Raven nestled deep into the couch with a pleased little smile tugging at her lips. Off in the distance she could hear the soft clanking of dishware drifting in from the hallway and in just a few minutes, Jujubee returned with two carefully balanced mugs for the both of them. Handing Raven hers, Jujubee collapsed onto the couch next to her and claimed some portion of the fleece for herself.

Taking a tentative sip from her mug, Raven was pleased to find warm, sweet tea rushing down her throat. “Chamomile,” Jujubee replied to her unasked question, grabbing the remote from the arm of the couch, “And honey. It’s good for a sore throat.”

Raven nodded her head and took a much deeper sip. She didn’t normally drink tea, she preferred black coffee instead, but it did seem like it was helping; her throat didn’t feel quite so rough and itchy as it had a few minutes ago.

For the next few minutes, the only sound that filled their living room was the program on TV and the soft sipping from their mugs. It was rather comfortable, Raven realized, Cozy, domestic silence.

Before she was even halfway done with her tea, Raven found herself readjusting her position and leaning just so into Jujubee. She told herself it was merely so she could share the blanket more easily but deep down she had to admit that right now she very much craved that extra warmth and closeness that always seemed to radiate from her girlfriend’s entire being.

When her mug was nearly empty and the pain in her throat mostly gone, Raven spoke up quietly, “Thanks…for the flowers and um…everything else, too.”

She didn’t look directly at Jujubee but still she could sense her smiling. “Anytime,” she whispered back, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek.

Maybe, Raven thought to herself, it’s not so awful to rely on her…just a little.

Chapter 4: Shangelyssa

A proud smile tugged at the corners of Shangela’s lips as she looked around at the boring, semi-barren backyard in front of her. Today’s the day! she thought to herself. A perfectly comfortable spring morning to finally work on the landscaping of her home. She and Alyssa could truly make this house theirs…except Alyssa was a bit less excited about the prospect than Shangela. She had actually physically recoiled at the thought of a little gardening when Shangela first brought it up a few weeks ago. She actually had hoped (maybe even prayed) that Shangela would forget about the whole venture come spring time and move on to something else…or at least not rope her into it. She was not an outdoorsy girl, especially if it involves getting covered in dirt and sweat.

But Shangela was determined.

Over the course of two weeks, Shangela studied the backyard, learned what tools and plants she needed to make her dream garden, and then slowly set out to find the perfect specimens. And now today she had dragged Alyssa out of bed in the wee hours of the morning (at the purely scandalous time of 8AM) to assist with getting all of the work done. Even with Alyssa’s grumbling and whining, Shangela couldn’t help but feel giddy at the reality that everything was finally coming together today.

The tools were already lying organized on the damp grass and all of the potted plants Shangela had splurged on lay clustered together just a few feet beyond them. Now it was time to get to work!

“Okay,” she began, excitement creeping into her voice, “So I guess first…we should make sure we have everything?”

“You weren’t sure when we bought all this shit?” Alyssa grumbled irritably as she wiped away the remaining traces of sleep from her eyes.

Shangela merely smiled back at her, her mood not dampened in the slightest, and replied cheerfully, “Won’t hurt to double check.”

Walking around slowly, Shangela carefully checked things off her mental list of gardening essentials. Just vaguely, Alyssa could hear her distracted mumbling, “Gloves, potting soil…plants are over there…shears, trowel…” Then perking back up, Shangela announced to her, “I think we’re good!”

“Great,” Alyssa spoke in a sarcasm-laden voice. The only thing missing was an eye-roll, Shangela noted.

But ignoring her girlfriend’s spoiled, prissy behavior for the time being, Shangela decided, “So let’s place everything where we want to plant it.”

Skeptically, Alyssa repeated, “'We’?”

“Yes, ‘we’. ‘We’ both own this house, don’t we?”

Alyssa looked at her with an utterly scandalized expression. No one told her she’d actually have to lift things! Immediately a flurry of protests spilled from her mouth, ranging from outright refusals to flimsy, half-baked excuses for why she couldn’t…or rather wouldn’t.

An exhausted sigh escaped as Shangela picked up the first potted plant, shifted around to face Alyssa, and told her, “Quit your bitching, it’ll only take a few hours.”

“Girl, hours? I had plans!”

“No, you didn’t!” Shangela scoffed, walking her plant towards the fenceline. Shouting back over her shoulder, she accused, “You were gonna veg out on the couch like you do every Sunday.”

Alyssa watched her gingerly setting the pot down, her mouth gaping open like a fish’s. There was no way she could do this! It was so dirty and disgusting…and gross. Even the thought of that moist dirt against her skin completely repulsed her. But Shangela was insistent. Setting her sights on one of the largest plants she had bought, she ordered her girlfriend, “Now help me move this one.”

An hour and a half later, after a few rounds of haphazard reorganization, Shangela announced delightedly, “Well, I think we’re finally ready to start digging!”

She was practically vibrating with excitement. It’s really happening, she thought, Just a few hours and this backyard is gonna be perfect!

Alyssa on the other hand, felt quite another way. She returned to her angry grumbling as she reluctantly tugged her gloves into place and tied her hair up into a taut bun. True, it had been pulled back into a loose ponytail earlier but Alyssa was willing to do anything to delay the actual digging. Even if it was just for a few extra seconds. The instant she was done, Shangela handed her a trowel and dragged her over to the closest collection of plants sitting along the fenceline. “Gonna ruin my nails,” Alyssa grumbled, resisting every step, “Have to take another shower…Break my back.”

She groaned out as she knelt down against the grass and felt tiny little pebbles digging against her skin. She hated today. As soon as Shangela finished digging the majority of the hole with her shovel, Alyssa was set to rounding out the edges and ensuring it would actually be deep enough for the first plant. She eyed up the pot and the hole and decided Close enough, then shouted out to Shangela that it was ready. Slowly and delicately, Shangela worked the first plant from it’s cheap plastic pot and set it into the hole. Not quite a perfect fit (Shangela’s glare darting between Alyssa and the extra inch of the root ball sticking out over the top reiterated that) but Alyssa was adamant it was fine. Nevertheless, Shangela had her dig an extra two inches of depth before setting the plant back into the hole and calling it ‘acceptable.’

This pattern continued on for another half hour. The sun was truly starting to peak out and both girls were beginning to break a sweat. Despite her previous enthusiasm, Shangela was nearing her patience’s end. Between doing the heavy lifting, making all the careful adjustments, and Alyssa’s godawful whining, she felt close to snapping. She tried her best to remain calm but as she learned years ago; Alyssa’s bitching, especially when it’s this constant and insistent, can really work on your nerves.

They had switched roles for the time being; Alyssa was now in charge of the shovel and spent her short break leaning expressively against the fence as Shangela cleaned up yet another of the seemingly endless holes they had to dig. Her eyes wandered amongst the slow progress they had been making and tried to think of a new complaint to vocalize. She liked to keep her material fresh after all and if she had to be miserable during this little home improvement project…well, she was damn sure she wasn’t gonna be the only one. But then a small flurry of movement caught her attention.

It almost looked like a bit of wind the way the tall, heavy flower began to sway but Alyssa quickly realized that wasn’t the case. It was the only one moving and instantly she felt her heart begin to hammer in her chest. She waved her hand at Shangela, the other woman too focused on the hole to notice right away, and let out a worried, “Oh…Oh-”

It was that scared vocalization that made Shangela’s head dart up in a flash. Her immediate thought was that Alyssa had hurt herself somehow but as she tried to ask what was wrong, Alyssa cut her off with a screeching, “Oh my god! Shangie!”

“Wha-”

“Kill it!” Alyssa interrupted, squirming in place as she backed herself further against the fence. Her eyes clenched shut for a moment as she pointed over to the bobbing flower and screamed, “Killitkillitkillit!”

Shangela’s head tilted in confusion as she twisted around to find the source of Alyssa’s sudden, (and slightly hilarious) overblown fear. “What are you-it’s just a praying mantis, ‘Lyss,” she said consolingly. She was trying so hard not to laugh but so far she was not succeeding. Stepping closer to the flower the mantis had chosen as it’s perch, Shangela tried to calm her girlfriend with a soothing reiteration of, “It’s not gonna hurt you. It’s probably just curious.”

“It’s looking at me all funny!” Alyssa argued vehemently, clutching onto her shovel. “Kill it already!”

“I’m not gonna kill it,” Shangela replied mildly, shaking her head with a small smile. Offering one hand as a new platform for the mantis and using the other to carefully usher it forward, Shangela continued with, “I’ll just move it over-fuck!” The moment she touched the insect’s legs, a pair of wings appeared and the mantis took off flying directly at her. Not wasting a single second, Shangela scurried out of the landscape area, screaming, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Running like a madwoman, she shouted to Alyssa, who followed hot on her heels, “Get back in the house! Back in the house!”

Slamming the door behind them, feeling sweaty, exhausted, and so fed up, Shangela gave vent to her feelings, “It flew! It fucking flew! Did you know they fucking did that shit? I hate gardening!” She and Alyssa were both near tears at this point. Fuck gardening! They’ll just hire a landscaper instead!

#rpdr fanfiction #raven #jujubee #alyssa edwards #shangela laquifa wadley #rujubee #alyssa x shangela #fluff #lesbian au #sick fic #gardening #rare pair #flower files #albatross #submission

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bssaz97 · 4 years

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RWBY Ancestries Chapter 7

- Crash Site B, 5 minutes after crash -

???: ....Ruby....Ruby! Ruby can you hear me!

Ruby: Ugggghhhh, huh? Who’s-? What’s going on? What happened?

Yang: Ruby, thank gods your ok! You got hit in the head pretty hard there!

Ruby: Yang? Did...did something happen? Where are Weiss and Blake?

Yang: They’re fine. Well Weiss is pretty banged up but nothing serious.

Ruby: What about the pilots? (Struggling to get up)

Yang: Easy there sis I got you. (Wraps Ruby’s right arm over her shoulder and slowly stands her up) As for the pilots...they didn’t make it.

Ruby was shocked and saddened to fear of the fate of the people in charge of transporting them around the Wyvern. That sadness turned to determination as she tried to stand on her own two feet but fell back to Yang’s side once she feels a sharp pain in her head. She places her hand on her head and feels something wet but something rough was covering the wet spot like a....bandage. Ruby looks at Yang which her sister understood the unsaid question.

Yang: You hit the side of your head on one of the chairs over there during the crash. Your aura was able to keep you from fracturing your skull but had a mean gash on your forehead. Probably because you weren’t able to predict the impact, so your aura didn’t have time to block the hit.

Weiss: ...Mmmm you know I think that’s the most well made explanation I’ve ever heard you made.

Yang: Half conscious and she still has enough of energy to talk shit. Not sure if I should be impressed or insulted.

Weiss: Take it anyway you want. (Winces) We need to get out of here and call for backup.

Ruby: Have you all tried contacting JNPR?

Blake: Yes but with no luck, for some reason our scrolls aren’t able to reach theirs. It’s really odd because the other functions work fine.

Ruby: Ok that just means we need to get out of this airship and see if we can get a better signal outside.

Yang: Are you sure you’re good to move around in your condition?

Ruby: I’ll be fine, I’m feeling a bit better now and besides we can’t leave them all by themselves. They could be in worse condition than we are.

Blake: Well they do have Jaune with them, so I don’t think they’ll be in that bad of condition.

Weiss:(Winces) Yes as much as I don’t want to admit it....I could REALLY use his healing hands right now.

Ruby: Alright how about Blake and I go find their position, since were the fastest ones on our feet right now. As soon as we group up with them we can bring them here so we can patch you up Weiss. Sound good?

Weiss: Splendid....

Ruby goes toward the doorway and with the Blake assisting her by grabbing the sliding door, both huntresses slide the door open.....only to be met with a ton of bricks. Both of them recoiled from the pile of debris coming into the airship. The pile spread throughout the airship’s floor and almosts covered half the airship in debris.

Ruby: What the-! What the heck was that?!

Blake: Wait.(Moves her Cat ears to focus her hearing) I think we might be on the inside of...a fallen building right now?

Weiss:(Coughs) Oh you’ve got to be kidding with me right now! How are we supposed to get out of here right now!

Yang: Wait Weiss can’t you use one of your summonings right now?

Weiss:(Mock shock) ‘Gasp’ You’re right Yang. Oh why couldn’t I think of that! Here let use the aura that I barely have to keep myself from going unconscious and use it to open a way for Blake and Ruby to escape from the crumbling building to get help for us. Oh wait that means that both you and me will be stuck here and possibly die a slow excruciating death, under a pile of brick and beams!

Yang: ....Hey Ruby, mind handing me one of those bricks there, I think I can find a way to solve at least one of our problems.

Ruby: Ok, enough you two! This is serious, we need to figure out a way how to get us all out of here.

Blake: Well since we have the others location, maybe there’s a way to send ours as well.

Ruby: You’re right! Great thinking Blake! If the others are ok then they can come help us or at least call in for help. *Begins to send out a distress beacon from her scroll* Now they’ll know we’re right here!

Weiss: That still doesn’t help the predicament of us being trapped here.

Ruby: Yeah....well I guess we just need to hold on tight. It shouldn’t take too long.

*Loud Rumbling!*

Yang: Oh great now what?!

Blake: Wait. (Moves closer to a wall of the airship and listens carefully) I.... I think something is trying to move us out of the building!

Ruby: Yes! I knew they would come for us!

Yang: Dang that was quick, I guess Vomit Boy really does have a thing for you sis.

Ruby:(Blushing Madly) Huh?! No it’s not like that! We’re just very close friends.

Weiss: Ruby ‘OW!’ we’re all very close friends...but we don’t try to catch a peep of each other undressing...Well most of us anyway.

Yang: One time! It was one time! Also it was only because you were modeling in your locker’s mirror and bragging how your flat chested boobs grew a size!

Weiss: It was an achievement for me! That doesn’t mean you can cop a feel!

Yang: Oh please, you grew from a B to a C at best! It’s not that big of an achievement! Plus I was making sure you weren’t cheating by padding your bra.

Weiss: (Cough! Cough!) Oh you insufferable-!

Before Weiss could finish speaking, the airship starts to shake violently. The three standing huntresses brace themselves to the nearest wall while Weiss with all her might to fasten herself on the floor. It felt as though the airship itself was moving, the loud sounds of bricks, beams and concrete hitting the airship all around but as soon as the movement had started it ceased. The members of RWBY let go of the wall/floor they had been holding and tried to gather their bearings, just to feel the sudden rush of gravity and jolt the airship produced as though it were dropped down. A few seconds go by before Ruby, Yang and Blake are on their feet again. The same could not be said for Weiss who was groaning painfully.

Yang: Hey you alright there Weiss, you know besides the pain you’re probably feeling right now?

Weiss: ...Yes, I’m fine. But if my injuries are any worse than what they’ve already been through, I’m going to strangle the next person I see.

Blake: Well at least her enthusiasm hasn’t been damaged.

*Ccccrrrreeeeeaaaaakkkkk!*

The group becomes alert at the sound of the sliding door of the airship door opening, fully lighting up the dark space of the airship. Initially the sunlight blinds the girls for a moment but after a few seconds their eyes start adjusting to the light.

Ruby:(Rubs Eyes) Owwwww. Thanks for the save guys but you could be more......

Whatever statement Ruby was going to make died in her throat as she now could fully make out who exactly saved them. The bad thing about this is that the person was not one of their friends or Atlesian allies, in face this person wasn’t even an ally to begin with. This was someone far, far worse. Going by the silence of the remaining members of RWBY, they also distinguish who this person was. As the main features of this person was they were deathly white, had complete white hair, and had black sclera with blood red eyes. There was only one person in all of Remnant who matched those features.

Salem: .......I don’t suppose you know where-

As soon as the Grimm Queen opened her mouth their instincts kicked in, the three standing huntresses deployed their weapons gun mode and began opening fire on the being before them. However, they ceased fire immediately after seeing that all of their Dust rounds seemed to have stopped moving mid air. The source of the unnatural scene was the being in front of them. Her arm outstretched and her entire hand glowing signifying that she had used her magic to stop their joint attack. Then as if Salem had just thought it, all the Dust bullets fell to the ground fruitlessly. Salem had predicted that these girls would try to shoot first, a trend she noticed seemed to be common in all mankind nowadays.

Salem: (Smiles) I see that shooting your opponent first has become quite the staple for this new generation. It won’t be doing much I’m afraid. Now why don’t you all-

Yang: RRRRAAAAGGGGHHHH! (Charges forward, pulling back her robotic arm to land a right cross to Salem’s jaw) Take this!

Yang nearly lands her punch when suddenly she starts feeling strange. It was strange because her fist had stopped moving, in fact her entire body seemed to become immobilized. She tried to move but it seemed a greater force was keeping her still. Before could question it she was suddenly forced to stand straight and pull her arm back, it was as if her body was moving against her will.

Yang: ‘What the hell?! Why is my body moving like this?!’

Ruby: YANG NO! (Activates Crescent Rose’s scythe mode and charges to save her sister) LET HER GO!

Both Ruby and Blake move in to attack Salem and before Yang could warm the two they too suddenly stopped moving all together. Just like with Yang the two huntresses are bewildered. Unfortunately they failed to take notice that Salem had her other arm outstretched towards them.

Blake: ‘What? What is happening?! My body won’t move!’

Ruby: ‘Oh No! This is what happened to Yang wasn’t it! Oh how could I be so stupid?!’

Salem: Hmmm. It seems you children are in need of some discipline.

Salem brings both her arms back then pushes both forward, as if they were her puppets Ruby, Blake and Yang all were flung back towards the inside of the airship. Before any of them could recover from their landing, the three are forcibly pushed to the wall and levitated off the ground. Meanwhile Weiss sees her friends in danger, in an attempt to come to their aid she draws Mrytenaster to perform a summoning. What she doesn’t expect was for her weapon to fly out of her hands and flung to the other end of the airship. She turns her head to the opened door of the airship and sees the menacing eyes of Salem staring right at her. Suddenly Weiss herself is levitated off the ground and feeling all the pain of her sustained injuries coming back to her.

Weiss: Errrrrgghhh! (Winces painfully)

Salem:(Looks at Weiss’ torso and sees a large red stain) Oh you poor dear. You must be in such pain right now. Allow me alleviate some of the pain.

Weiss: ‘Alleviate? What does she-?! Wha-! Hap-pe-ning!’ Urggghh!

Weiss couldn’t explain it but suddenly she couldn’t breathe, as if she were being choked. Then the sensation continued and as desperately tried to breathe she found herself unable. She reached towards her neck and try to pry whatever it was blocking her windpipe, sadly she found nothing. She looks towards Salem and sees that right hand was directed at her while her while her left was holding the others down. She didn’t have much time to think more on it when she felt the pressure around her neck get stronger.

Ruby:(Glaring at Salem) W-wait! S-Stop it! Let her go!

Salem: Oh very well as you wish. (Releases Weiss)

Weiss lands on the ground with a thud then starts a coughing fit, after a while she remains on the floor and tries to settle her breathing.

Salem: So then. Are you all going to answer my questions now? Because I am in quite a hurry and don’t wish to spend all day avoiding explosions in my face.

Blake:(Straining) W-We know why you’re here.

Salem: Oh you do, splendid. Well then please do enlighten me, why do you think I’m here. I’ll give you three guesses. (Holds up three fingers)

Yang:(Straining) You’re...here for the Relic!

Blake:(Straining) To destroy this kingdom!

Salem: Well now you’ve just wasted two guesses, anything else come to mind?

Ruby:(Straining)....Ozpin. You’re here to get your revenge against Ozpin.

Salem looks at the Rose girl with malicious intent, which Ruby almost recoiled from at the woman’s blazing anger that seemed to come from mentioning that name. That is until she lost the glare and Salem almost smirked a tiny bit before...laughing softly. Then Salem’s laughter started to increase as it was starting to get louder and echo in the hull of the airship. It was honestly unsettling for all the girls to hear the bane of all mankind laughing as if she just heard the funniest joke in a long time.

Salem: Hahahaha...Oh! (Uses her right index finger to wipe her eyes) I commend you Miss Rose, it has been a rather long time since I’ve had a good laugh. Hmmmm. But I’m afraid that’s not the answer either. In fact, none of those answers are correct!

Ruby/Blake/Yang: What?

Salem: I will admit that on any other day all three of you answers would be my main goals. However, today is a rather special day for me, so in my good merit I’ve decided to spare all of your short existences for today. If you all can cooperate.

Ruby:(Straining) I...I don’t understand? You attacked all those places, killed all those people....What could you possibly want?!

Salem:(Frowns) There’s only one thing I want for today. Rather someone.

Yang:(Straining) The hell...are you talking a-about. Isn’t your...entire reason to live to kill Ozpin over and over again?

Salem: You will be silent! (Outstretched her left hand as red lightning comes out of her fingers)

Yang:(Getting hit by the lightning) AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!

Ruby/Weiss/Blake: YANG!

Yang gets electrocuted for a solid ten seconds and then Salem ceased her magic flow. By the end of it Yang is haggard and huffing on air. Slowly she raises her head and looks Salem dead in the eye.

Yang: ‘Huff! Huff! Huff!’ Th...that t-th...the...best y-you can do...ya bitch!

Salem: Do not test me child. (Her right hand produces red lightning bolts) That was only a taste of what’s to come. And I believe at your current condition you will not last at minute against me.

Yang: ‘Dammit...she’s...not....wrong.’

Blake:(Straining) If it’s not O-Him, then who are you after?

Salem: Finally, someone who is reasonable. The person I’m looking for is some you all will probably know. He’s about your age and blonde. He also happens to have a rather large Aura reservoir. He also somewhere in Mantle.

All the girls froze once hearing her description.

Blake: ...Jaune?

Salem:(Smiles earnestly) See now was that too hard to say. You all could have made this all too easy for yourselves if you had been patient and listened. Now that you all know who it is I’m looking for-

Ruby:(Straining but staring right at Salem) What do you want with him?

Salem:(Looks at Ruby) That is none of your concern right now.

Ruby:(Straining) He’s my friend! I have every right to know what the hell you’re planning to do with him! If you hurt him!

Salem: Oh on the contrary, you see it’s important to me that Jaune Arc comes with me alive and unharmed as possible. But since you seem to be know so much. (Uses her magic to levitate Ruby off the wall and towards her) Why don’t you tell me where he is?

Ruby:(Straining) N-NEVER!

Salem’s face is neutral at the Rose girl’s response. Then she eerily starts to smile, it wasn’t a menacing smile or a angry one but a motherly kind.

Salem: This doesn’t have to escalate farther than what it already has my dear. Why think of your friend and sister here, they for certain must be in so much pain right now. Just tell me what I wish to know and I promise you... I’ll make all the pain go away.

Blake: R-Ruby don’t listen to her, she’s only-! (A purple glow took hold of her right leg and making it bent unnaturally forwards) AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!

Weiss/Yang: BLAKE!

Salem:(Kept the same tone) This can all stop. All you have to do is just tell me what I wish to know.

Ruby:(Her face was stricten with fear, but after a moment her face harden) No. I’m not telling you where Jaune is. You think you can just intimidate us because you’re stronger than us. Because we can’t kill you. But guess what, we don’t have to kill you to stop you...and we will stop you!

Salem:(Loses her nurturing facade and regains her neutral expression)...Your mother said those words to me once.

Ruby immediately loses her determined expression from those words and almost everything became mute to her.

Ruby: ...my...mother?

Salem: She was wrong as well. Right as I took the life right out of her.

Ruby: (Shakes her head in denial) N-no...no th...that’s not...that can’t be...you’re lying! (Tears started falling nonstop from her eyes.)

Salem remained silent as most of the other members of RWBY did as well. All except Yang who was now silently shedding her own tears as well.

Salem: You poor dear...you hadn’t realized until now that what happened to your mother could have been caused by me, did you? To be young and naive is both a blessing and a curse I’m afraid. If it’s any condolence, she thought of you in her last seconds of life.

Yang: S-Shut up! You know nothing about loss!

Salem: (Closes her eyes and controls her breathing)...Child. I know more than anyone on this planet what it is like to lose someone you care about and know that there’s no hope of any of them ever coming back!

*Ping! Ping! Ping!*

Salem: (Looks at the source of the sound) What’s this?

Salem levitated Ruby’s fallen scroll and looked to see that on the scroll a responder from the other airship had received a sent distress beacon. Ruby gathered herself for a moment, she formed a frightened expression when she realized what that sound meant. Jaune had received her beacon as was following it. Right to Salem!

Salem: He’s coming here...to you.

Salem then sent Ruby back to the wall and walks out the hull of the airship. Not before turning around.

Salem: Thank you Miss Rose for making this search all the more easier.

Ruby:(Arm outstretched) NOOO!!!

*CCCCCCRRRRRREEEEEEAAAAKKKK! SLAM!*

#rwby fan theory #jaune is salem's descendant theory #rwby vol7 #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #blake belladona #rwby ancestries #salem #truth about to be dropped

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The Cure

A hum was sounded out, as Sascha gently danced around them, his feet never really staying still. Leaning against the table, he was looking over their shoulder, he came to a gentle halt, and even though he wasn´t touching them in any way, they could feel his presence clearly. He seemed to watch them, though they still had to get used to the idea, that this simply wasn´t a possibility for him. It still frightened them occasionally, when they saw how accurate his movements were, only to look into his milky white eyes, completely unseeing.

It tended to make their heart stop for just a moment, and their breath constrict, as they fought off, every reaction that wanted to come over them, may it be screaming or just starting to run away. He would usually wave them off whenever that happened with a slight smile and an even quieter laugh. Always unbothered by whatever it was they did in the end, most of the time, a slight recoil or flinching away.

Right now, though, they were focused on something different entirely. He had laid in front of them a wild disarray of herbs, declaring, that he would teach them today, how to properly cut them, before pushing a sharp knife into their hands. They were careful with handling the knife, not always quite sure how to hold it, but determined not to stab anyone with it. It was surprising how easy it was to accidentally stab someone, the lessons with Yvette had clearly shown them that already.

The presence of Sascha made them even more cautious to handle the knife in a way, that no one would come to any harm. Yvette at least could see the blade coming, whenever the two of them fought, it was expected, and she was usually the one encouraging them to come forward as well. The man next to them, on the other hand, wouldn´t. Though, they side-eyed him, they didn´t doubt, that he would somehow still be aware of the incoming danger, and would have no problem side-stepping them if it would be needed.

With their right hand, they were starting to bundle up the mess of greenery in front of them, while they readied the knife in their left one. Quickly, they checked over if everything looked right, before gently starting to cut the shrubbery laid flat and held secure upon the cutting board, that Sascha had laid out for them before. It was a strange thought, that the mess of green, they were shakingly cutting into, might become something that would actually help people. Right now, it looked more like a torn up bush to them.

Sascha had been trying to teach them for a while now, what was exactly what, but they were still very likely to confuse a dandelion with a lily. In general, they felt like they weren´t particularly good, with the whole herbs and flower thing. The only thing they could immediately recognize, for some reason, were roses, and they had a strange affinity for every blue-coloured plant. Both placed the blame for this, on something, that had happened early in their life.

Still, they had definitely taken far more easily to the lessons of sword fighting with Yvette. But even though, they weren´t particularly good at Sascha´s chosen topic, they were still determined not to let their new teacher down. After all, both were taking out a lot of time, to impress the trademark skill, sword fighting and herbology, onto them. Not to mention, that there was some strange sense of pride in them, when they thought about how their teachers, shared something so deeply personal with them. A skill, that would likely accompany them, for the rest of their life, however long it might be.

Still, they had to admit, that Sascha seemed to stay, no matter how odd they found it, endlessly patient. Not a single harsh word had escaped him the whole time, that he was trying them to recognize sage, or lecturing them about the importance to be able to correctly categorize the herbs in one garden. He also had never looked particularly angry, when they got something wrong, instead of scowling, he would simply smile and urge them to try again. The worst that could apparently happen with him was, that he would sometimes start giggling at their expense, brushing their mistakes away, as if that didn´t mean anything in the first place. In their mind, he was truly a strange man.

They looked up with surprise, when suddenly a dainty hand was laid upon theirs, to stop them in their harsh and choppy motions. Sascha was facing them, and they slowly let go off the knife. It didn´t fall down, as the man next to them already had a secure grip on it. With the tip, he pointed at the sheen of green, that had slowly spread over the board. They didn´t quite know what he wanted, and so looked up at him, just shrugging.

There was another quiet laugh, as he pulled out a new cutting board, out of the cupboard. He collected a few herbs, that looked similar to the ones, they had just massacred, and quickly started to cut them. At the end, though, he simply pushed the now cut up herbs to the side, uncaring of where they landed, and showed them, his own board. It was free of the green substance, and looked so quite different from theirs.

„The green on your board are the herbs bleeding. In this,“, he seemed to be looking for a word, „Let´s call it blood, shall we? After all, it´s already called bleeding, no?“, they nodded vigorously, and he continued. „In this blood are all the important things, that make the herbs work the way they do. Now, if we already loose all the blood, before we can even put them to work, the end product, will have inevitably less of the desired effect, or maybe even the opposed effect of what you intended. So, that means, we have to be more careful, when preparing our ingredients. Especially, when we are cutting them.“

He let that all sink in for a moment, while they mulled over his words. It certainly seemed to make sense, and they slowly nodded, while also simultaneously humming their assent. He clapped his hands, before giving them back the knife, and quickly exchanging their cutting board, with his. „If you understood, we can try again. What do you think? Want to give it another try?“

At his words, they nodded, already promising themself to be more careful this time around. They don´t know how often they had tried to cut the herbs in a way, that they wouldn´t bleed, but they remembered clearly the brilliant smile, that Sascha gave them, when they could present to him, their clean cutting board, and he swiped along it with his fingers. The smile was joined by an earnest „Good work!“, and a pat on the head. They were also grinning like madly, pride filling them, because of the honest praise.

Suddenly, they woke with a startled gasp. One hand immediately shot to their racing heart, as they almost sat upright in one jerked and cut-off motion. The other hand was still holding them up, placed firmly behind them so that they wouldn´t collapse back onto the floor again, as their eyes emptily stared ahead. There wasn´t even the smallest flicker in them, as they kept staring at nothing. Their eyes almost unseeing. Their breath was ragged, and quietly they had started to count, hoping that if they would measure their breathing they would calm down quicker once more.

When they could focus back on what was happening around them, they felt how their dream was slipping away from their fingers, quickly like water they tried to catch with their bare cupped hands. Where upon awaking details had still been awfully clear, they could also feel how it was breaking away quickly, as they worked through the unconscious horror, that had suddenly befallen them. It was crumbling right before them, and there was nothing they could do, to keep the structure whole any more.

All that was left of the dream by now, was a warm feeling, that still felt somehow deeply misplaced. It felt wrong, and almost alien. A remnant, of a time, that should have died already a long time ago, yet it was still here, clinging desperately to them, without any courtesy towards their feelings. A sickness, that was slowly crawling through them, infecting it all. Everything felt wrong at the moment, and it seemed like the dream would be no exception.

Usually it wasn´t this quiet when they woke up, and slowly the silence was freaking them out, foreboding and terribly misplaced. A quick look around showed them that it was still dark, shadows still comfortably creeping around without a care in the world. The night still wasn´t over, and all the birds were still sleeping, the lack of their song was what they had felt immediately. A darkness, that was still swallowing everything up, and those who weren´t cautious would never be seen again.

They rubbed their eyes, a quiet yawn escaping them involuntarily. They were still trying to shake off the last remnants of their dream, and the disoriented feeling that came with sleep, that had been unexpected. It bothered them quite a bit, that they had apparently not managed to stay awake for long enough, and instead, had collapsed without their notice. They hadn´t even noticed, when they were still awake, that they had finally reached their limit. That certainly wasn´t a good sign

Their joints cracked loudly, when they finally found the strength to push themself up from the floor. They staggered a bit, when they found their footing again, and they quickly caught themself on a tree. A quiet groan could be heard, as they tried to rub once more the sleep out of their face. A muted sense of panic overcame them, when they realized that hours had probably passed, while they had been unconscious. More time, that was wasted. Time they didn´t even have in the first place.

Another groan escaped them, as the stress, that they had barely gotten rid of, came back with full force. They knew, that they were heading for a complete breakdown, shadows curling closer around them, the darkness closing in on them, as they felt a strange pressure build up inside them. While, they were standing in the dark, they could feel how they had started to shake uncontrollably, as they slowly sunk back to their knees. They were hunched over, tense and shaking, and suddenly, just like that, they simply let it all go. It was almost like a dam breaking apart, letting free of all the things, they had bottled up in the last few months.

They were crying more quickly, heavy sobs wrecking throughout their whole body. The pressure was still there, still holding them down, and making it hard for them to breathe, but as soon as the tears came, it all felt as it was getting easier. Though, they were sure, that with the tears, a certain sense of finality had set into their bones. They felt like everything was now set in stone. Something, that they couldn´t change any more, no matter what they did. This had been the key moment, and they had failed it all.

It felt like everything they had done in the past few nights had somehow been in vain. They had run around, desperate to find everything they needed before it was too late. But now, somehow it felt like the small window of time, they had, had been closed before they could do anything of worth. There wasn´t anything, that would really prove this, to be honest, it was just a feeling that had nestled itself deep into their bones, not wanting to let go off them any more. It wasn´t even based on any evidence, but their instincts tended to be on the right path regardless.

Faintly, they realized that the shaking had stopped, though the tears were still coming. Mixed with hiccups every so often, their breath was still shaky. Slowly they fought their way back to their feet, wiping their face every so often. Taking a deep breath, they looked upwards, as they started to hear the first chirping of the awaking of the animals around them. The tears slowly stopped dripping down their face, drying the tracks, those had pulled already over their dust-covered face.

The sun was slowly coming up again, chasing the shadows back into the crevices where they belonged, and they watched how the sun slowly crept up into the horizon. Gentle golden light, bathed the clearing, they had now repeatedly collapsed in. Once because their body simply shut down, and another time, because a heavy despair had overcome them quite suddenly. The presence of the light, somehow made everything seem more peaceful, than it had been before.

It seemed like the stress of finding a cure, was finally getting to them completely. Absent-minded, they had started to look around on the ground again. The task of finding the missing ingredient, had almost become automatic at this point, which wasn´t really helping their situation at all. But like they remembered last night, there was nothing here, either, that could be of any help. A dejected sigh left them, as they sunk a bit more into themself. It would seem, like they had to keep moving for the time-being.

Their head snapped upwards, when they could hear the faint flapping of wings. There, in the distance, a black shape was approaching them rapidly. The raven barrelled down at them, a small note attached to it´s leg, and almost instinctively they lifted up their arm, to give the bird a safe place to land. The force, with which the raven collided with them, nearly took them off their feet, as they kept stumbling back, barely being able to catch themself. It seemed that exhaustion was still heavily clinging to them, not wanting to let them go yet.

The raven, that had slumped down upon their arm, looked terribly exhausted as well. It´s chest was heaving heavily, and they could see that most of it´s feathers laid matted pressed against it´s body. With a single finger they gently scratched it under it´s chin, and they could nearly see how the bird slowly melted into the motion, before snapping out of it again, and picking for their finger. It was reminding, quite painfully, that there was something else they needed to take care off first. At it´s insistence, they finally picked up the letter, that was so quickly sent to it, that the messenger had nearly run itself ragged.

It wasn´t a long message or even an eloquent one. Just a few words, that had been hastily scribbled down onto the paper. Most of them, already smudged, when unfocused fingers had wiped over the ink staining the paper. A faint sheen of blue bleeding from the words, and surrounding the scripture, almost like tears.

Their eyes widened, as they read the message again and again, not quite believing what they were seeing. Countless scenarios running through their head unhalted, and one seemed worse than the other. Images, completely fabricated out of their own imagination, were impressing themself onto their mind, and they felt like they were dying.

As their hand spasmed open, the note peacefully sailed to the ground, swaying slightly with the wind. For another moment, they stood stock still, before they quickly took off running, worry being the thing, that was biting at their heels, without any mercy.

The raven cackled with an indignant shout, as it was thrown off it´s perch and circled the message once, before taking off as well, following them close behind, either to arrive home as well, or as it to not leave them alone, when they were not in a clear state of mind any more. The note itself, was laying on the ground, the scribbles right side up, and when one would lean down, they would be able to read it as well.

Ardito did something stupid, hurry!

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