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A Flowering Appetite

Author's Note: This one's kinda sorta a sequel to The Hunger, but it's not a big deal if you haven't read that. I mean, it'd be nice if you did, and then liked and reblogged it and said nice things about it, but that won't affect your understanding of this story.

It was a lovely noon in the Emerald Forest at Team RWBY were on their way back from a very successful training mission. Team attacks were successfully used, the team’s Grimm kill counts were impressive and everyone’s auras were still looking pretty good. The only reason the team stopped was because they had been out for a couple of hours and figured that they were due for a break before doing some less practical training back at Beacon Academy. Ruby Rose was leading her team back when something caught her attention from the corner of her eye. Ruby used her speed semblance to shoot over, and her team followed a fair distance behind.

“Ooh, guys, check this out!” Ruby said excitedly as she crouched over a peculiar flower. It was similar to a daffodil, but it was a deep blue with black patches on the petals. “Any of you guys know what this thingy is?” Ruby asked her team. Weiss, Blake and Yang all peeked around Ruby, crouching down slightly to get a better look.

“That doesn’t look familiar to me,” Weiss commented, racking her brain for Plant Science class notes.

“Hey, why don’t we bring it back for Professor Peach to look at? She’d know,” Yang suggested.

“Or we could take a photo,” Blake also suggested.

“But what if we can’t find it again?” Ruby countered as she plucked the flower. As the flower came out of the ground, its aroma became more noticeable, a sort of soft, fruity scent.

“Ooh, I like the smell. I hope Peach can tell what it, I’d love to have it as a soap or shampoo or something,” Yang commented as she leaned in for a quick whiff. Then, the team was back on their path towards Beacon. Just as the team was back on Academy ground, stomachs began to rumble, eager for lunch.

“Heh, guess it was a good idea to finish that practice now,” Ruby said, her hand shooting to her rumbling stomach.

“Yeah, no kidding. I didn’t think I’d worked up this much of an appetite,” Yang agreed, hugging her hungry flat stomach. There was a short pause as they approached the school buildings.

“Hey, why don’t me and Weiss take it to Professor Peach? You two can go get lunch,” Blake offered. Ruby handed the flower off to Blake.

“Thank you so so much,” Ruby said quickly before taking off towards the cafeteria.

“You’re a life saver, Blakey,” Yang called out as she chased after Ruby. The monochrome pair carried on towards the classrooms with the flower in tow.

“Hmm, Yang was right, this does smell nice,” Blake commented as Weiss leant in and sniffed at the flower.

“Better than I expected,” Weiss concurred as the pair reached Professor Peach’s door. Weiss knocked and the pair entered. The front of the classroom was a mess of all sorts of plants, only some of which the pair recognized. If anyone knew what the mystery flower the pair were carrying was, it would be the busy professor, who had her back to the door. All the pair could see was the professor’s white lab coat with the professor’s emblem on the back, a half circle with a peach coloured dot inside, as well as the peach coloured hair the professor wore in a tight bun and hints of the professor’s mocha skin.

“Oh, hello, hello, sorry, kind of busy, how can I help?” Professor Peach said quickly, her back still turned as she was hunched over a pot of assorted flowers.

“Professor Peach, my teammates and I have found a flower we could not identify. Could you identify it for us?” Weiss announced.

“Yes, of course Miss Schnee, I’d love to, just pop it on a spare space on the big table, I’m sure I’ll recognise it. I’ll let you know what it is when you come in for your class to…morrow? No, wait, that’s Sunday. I’ll let you know on Monday,” Peach answered in a scattered voice, her focus still very much on her flowers.

“Thank you, professor,” Weiss said as the pair found a spare space near the edge of the table, before quickly leaving the classroom. “Well, that is that over and done with. So, lunch?” Weiss suggested to Blake. Blake’s stomach practically roared, answering the question for her as Blake’s face went red.

“I think we should go now,” Blake agreed. And so, the pair took off, doing what could be called walking if they weren’t flying past the other students that were actually walking. As they made their way into the cafeteria, it wasn’t hard finding their teammates, partly due to Yang distinctive mane of hair, and partly due to them sharing their usual table with Team JNPR. Yang and Ruby were sitting behind stacks of food, with Yang having piled her tray high with meaty foods of all kinds, while Ruby had a token amount of an actual balanced lunch that was dwarfed by the pile of sweets, cookies, muffins and such. Yang’s eyes flicked up and caught a glimpse of Weiss and Blake, waving to catch their attention.

“You can help yourselves today!” Yang helpfully announced. “Go nuts!” Weiss scoffed.

“We’ll be perfectly sensible with our lunch, won’t we, Blake?” Weiss asked the empty patch of air that used to contain Blake Belladonna. Realising that Blake wasn’t with her, Weiss’ vision shot over to the buffet like serving dishes, where Blake was loading up a tray with a bit of all the different sorts of seafood and things that were related to seafood, sides for seafood and things that had seafood in them. Weiss let out a sigh and joined Blake in getting lunch. Without really thinking about it, Weiss had gotten herself a pretty large lunch, large enough that it was really weighing down her tray. If Weiss hadn’t been a trained combat fighter with a respectable amount of strength training, she might have struggled, but it was still not enough to rouse any sort of concern as she carried it back to the table and set it down to start eating. Team RWBY were so intent on stuffing their mouths with their mountains of food that Team JNPR were visibly gobsmacked, except Ren who was internally gobsmacked.

“Wowsers, you guys must be hungry,” Nora exclaimed, “I never see you guys eating as much as me!” Closer inspection would reveal that Team RWBY actually had even bigger lunches than Nora had in front of her, but no one was really ready to make comparisons, RWBY was busy stuffing their faces and the rest of JNPR was quietly worried about RWBY.

“Should we… do something?�� Jaune nervously whispered to his team. If Team RWBY even noticed, they certainly weren’t paying attention.

“Eh, being a big eater never hurt me,” Nora dismissed.

“True, but that is normal for you, not so much for Team RWBY,” Ren stated.

“I’m sure they will be fine once they have a good meal to fill their stomachs,” Pyrrha said reassuringly. However, only a few minutes later, Team RWBY’s trays were empty and they were getting up to fill their trays again, cradling their bellies, bulging with food. “Oh. I may have been wrong about that,” Pyrrha admitted. “Jaune, maybe we should find a teacher.”

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea,” Jaune agreed as he quickly shoved the last few bites of his sandwich into his mouth. The pair got up and quickly made their way out of the cafeteria just before Team RWBY could return to the table.

“Where are they going?” Yang asked right before tearing the meat off a chicken drumstick in one go with her teeth.

“Uh, don’t worry about it,” Nora instantly replied. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on your perception, Team RWBY were far more worried about clearing their trays again. While the first tray made the team look full, the second tray was really starting to affect them, not that they noticed. Ruby didn’t spare a thought as she loosened her waist cincher to give her growing belly more room. Weiss completely ignored the seams of her outfit slowly giving out or how her sash ended up undoing itself to get out of the way of Weiss’ growing belly. Blake kept on eating as her growing belly undoing her vest button or pushing down the zippers on her white short to make more room and reveal itself. Yang never noticed her jacket undoing itself, showing off her growing belly as it pushed up her yellow crop top and hung over the waistband of her short black shorts. It was like a train crash happening in slow motion for Ren and Nora, knowing that there wasn’t anything they could do and that it was all going to end badly for Team RWBY.

As more food disappeared into Team RWBY’s hungry gullets, the damage became even more obvious. Ruby’s cincher was completely undone and hanging around her hips while her round belly was stretching her outfit almost to its limit. Weiss’ stomach was ruining her combat gear, tearing through it at a steady pace and making large gaps where her pale flesh was easily visible. Blake’s midsection was risking making her look indecent as it half undid her shorts’ zippers, but it was large enough to cover anything that Blake wouldn’t want anyone to see, reducing the damage to her decency. Yang’s massive gut was the biggest by far, packed to the ever-increasing brim with meat, but was doing the least damage to her clothes, as her jacket and crop top were already out of the way and her shorts had an elastic waistband that was very capable of getting out of the way. When the team got up for another tray of food, Nora and Ren were getting nervous. The pair actually let out a sigh of relief when Team RWBY came back with a much smaller pile of food, about the size of a normal lunch instead of the two mountains they had gathered from their previous trips.

“They ran out of fish,” Blake grumbled.

“They ran out of everything,” Weiss corrected in a stroppy tone. “Surely this school should know how much food it needs to feed its students.”

“Yeah, stupid school not having enough food. We’re gonna be starving until dinner,” Ruby whined through a mouthful of cookies, making her message a little less clear.

“Y’know what? Why don’t we just head down to Vale instead, get some food there? That should last us until dinner,” Yang said between mouthfuls of steak and cheese pie.

“I like that idea,” Blake replied the moment she swallowed her umpteenth tuna sandwich, with Ruby and Weiss immediately agreeing too.

Before more food could be devoured, Professor Peach burst through the cafeteria doors, flanked by a worried looking Jaune and Pyrrha. Peach was wielding a spray bottle of some kind and a concerned look manifested on her face the moment she saw the state Team RWBY were in.

“Oh dear, it’s affected them already. Note to self: teach the students about the flower soon. Other note to self: find out what it’s doing in the Emerald Forest,” Peach babbled under her breath, before clearing her throat. “Okay, Team JNPR, I’m going to spray this in their faces, it should counteract at least some of the flower’s affects and distract them long enough to get them away from the food, then they should recover quickly without more food to influence them.” There was barely a moment’s pause after that rapid-fire speech before Professor Peach started spraying her bottle’s contents at the girls, eliciting some negative reactions.

“Gah, what the fuck!” Yang exclaimed as she shook her head, trying to shake off whatever Peach had sprayed at her and her team. Before the girls could react, Peach and Team JNPR were on them, hauling them from their seats and carrying them out of the cafeteria. Nora had a flailing Ruby under one arm and was helping Ren drag Yang out as her feet dragged across the ground. “Let go of me! I want my damn lunch!” Yang yelled.

“Vengeance will be swift! It’ll be like the food fight but worse!” Ruby threatened.

Jaune had Blake in a firefighter carry, her arms folded and a grumpy look on her face as she silently suffered and plotted her revenge. Weiss was in Pyrrha’s arms in a bridal carry going on and on about the indignity she was suffering, how she was being betrayed by Team JNPR, how desperately she needed food, bouncing between any topic she thought could sway Team JNPR or at least Pyrrha. Pyrrha, with her saintly patience, didn’t visibly react and offered kind platitudes, apologies, whatever the situation called for.

After a few minutes, Team JNPR had lugged Team RWBY back to their dorm room, unceremoniously leaving them on the bottom bunks before scarpering out of the room to guard the door. After a bit of banging on the door, considering the viability of escaping through the window and general moping, the girls of Team RWBY came back to their senses, making their stuffed stomachs very obvious to them all of a sudden.

“Ow, my tummy hurts,” Ruby groaned as she clutched the gurgling mass.

“Ugh, I’ve ruined this outfit too,” Weiss griped as she stood on wobbly legs and carefully made her way over to the dresser to get a change of clothes.

“Yeah, this is weird. First there’s The Hunger, then this thing. If it happens again, the universe officially wants us fat,” Yang complained as she flopped onto her back. “Blake, I’m gonna be on your bed until I can walk properly. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, that’s okay,” Blake mumbled as her eyes were glued to her belly, her hands idly rubbing it as her cheeks burned red with… something. Embarrassment, the others assumed, while Blake was too distracted to notice it, let alone think about it.

“Well, I guess we can skip dinner tonight, and maybe tomorrow too,” Ruby said, trying to sound positive as she winced.

“I hope our bodies are back to normal before classes on Monday,” Weiss added as the found another outfit to put on.

“Me too. We can’t exactly skip class because we’re stuffed, and I don’t wanna burst out of my uniform in the middle of class,” Yang agreed. Blake stayed silent, and so did the rest of the team as they quietly went about trying to move past this sooner rather than later.

#chubby!rwby #belly!rwby #stuffing

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texanredrose · 7 years

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RWBY + Frozen + no self control = this. I know I’m late for Monochrome Monday but I honestly don’t know what day it even is anymore my schedule’s so fucked. Have a cookie and forgive me, please. Based on @dashingicecream‘s Frozen!AU

Blake sighed heavily, scrubbing at her face with one mitten and flicking her ears to dislodge the flakes of snow clinging to her ears. They were replaced the next moment by new snowflakes from overhead. She wasn’t surprised of course; the closer they’d gotten to the mountain’s summit, the heavier the storm had become, but it was nothing compared to the blizzard that had swept over the land and buried them all in several feet of fresh powder in the middle of spring; no, this seemed almost light and playful by comparison, and if it weren’t for the fact that her very livelihood was at stake, she had half a mind to actually play in it.

Well, her livelihood, and the life of a very stubborn Princess.

“What are you doing?” Her ears cocked back in slight exasperation as she watched the woman attempting to scale the sheer cliff face do so with marginal success.

“For the last time, I’m going to find my- urgh- sister!” Princess Weiss Schnee snapped back, turning to look over her shoulder for only a second before her grip threatened to slip, forcing her to refocus all her attention on finding the next handhold. “I’m going to find her, explain that this whole thing’s a- hmph- misunderstanding, ask her very politely to end the snowstorm, and then- whoa- and then we’re all going to go back to the castle and pretend none of this ever happened.”

“Is that before or after you tell her you’re intent on marrying some Prince you hardly know?” Where before the point had curled her lips into a slight smile- because, really, it was more than a little amusing that this whole mess started over some flight of fancy from the younger of the royal sisters- now the Faunus was a tad more serious, crossing her arms over her chest as she watched the Princess’ slow ascent. “Because I have the feeling she might not really be okay with that, still.”

“I’ll have you know- ack, that hurt- that Neptune is a perfectly fine...” She paused, either to catch her breath or find the right descriptor, it was difficult to tell, but Blake was willing to bet ‘both’ was the correct answer. “Perfectly fine gentleman!”

“Right. Sure. Perfectly fine.” Rolling her amber eyes, she turned her head away to look out over Atlas, how the whole kingdom was blanketed in such a way that she rarely saw even in the coldest depths of winter. Living outside the capitol’s walls meant she was more accustomed to nature in all its forms, but this didn’t even look natural. But it was pretty, she’d admit that much.

As Weiss continued to struggle, a strong gust of wind blew, at once prompting the woman to cling tighter to the cliff face and drawing the Faunus’ attention to the strange sound the wind was making, as if it were passing through a narrow opening. A quick look around confirmed there was a small passage hewn from the rock by millennia of strong winds and, curious, Blake took a few steps away to investigate. Quite frankly, if there was an easier way up the mountain, she was all for it; without her sled and a reindeer to pull it, getting this far was taxing enough.

She swore, once she found Gambol after all this was said and done, she was going to chew him out for a while; she still couldn’t believe he had the gall to abandon her with the task after one measly wolf attack and a near avalanche.

The snow crunching underfoot was much easier to hear after the wind died down, allowing her to peek around the corner without fighting the sting, and what she found was a blessed relief. There, standing tall and proud and looking magnificent was a palace made of pure ice, catching the weak rays of sun trying to break through heavy clouds overhead. Although she’d never met Queen Winter, Blake had to admit the woman had quite the eye for architecture; ice sculptures weren’t half as impressive, and she’d seen quite a few over the years.

Tearing her gaze away, the Faunus started walking back. “Princess, I think I found your sister.”

Blue eyes snapped to her from Weiss’ impressive height- a whole six feet off the ground, and she wasn’t even being facetious with that thought considering the woman had no experience to speak of- and hope lit up expression. “Really?”

“Right around the corner,” Blake said, her expression morphing from amusement to panic as the Princess’ hand slipped. “Careful!”

She only had time to let out a short squeak of surprise and alarm before her hands, nearly numb inside her gloves, lost their precious grip and she fell back. Weiss closed her eyes and braced for the cold impact awaiting her but the Faunus rushed forward, nearly tripping herself in the thick snow and barely catching the woman in time. She was off balance, forcing her to her knees, but she curled both arms to secure her companion and ensure she didn’t end up sprawled in the snow, cringing slightly as she awaited the reprimand that was undoubtedly heading her way.

“Princess, are you okay?” She ventured after a moment, shifting both ears forward as she looked down, meeting the woman’s gaze.

“I- I’m fine.” Weiss cleared her throat, looking away for a moment. “Thank you.”

“Yeah. Um. N-no problem.” Thankfully, the cold and the wind had granted her a nigh permanent rosy tint to her cheeks because she otherwise wouldn’t be able to hide the rising blush. Not wanting to open herself up to questions, Blake pushed herself to her feet, mentally congratulating herself for not staggering as she turned and started walking towards the natural opening in the cliff face.

“Blake? You can put me down, you know.” There was no harsh edge to the woman’s voice, and it sounded more like a suggestion than an order, but really the Faunus was a bit too distracted to really notice that immediately. “I can walk.”

“O-of course.” Honestly, she hadn’t thought about it; Weiss was smaller and near freezing when they first met, stubbornly trying to make her way past Tukson’s Trading Post and Spa without so much as a thought to proper protective gear, and she still worried that the Princess would ignore her own well being as she tried to find her sister. At least this way they could share warmth but Blake hurriedly set the woman on her feet, brushing off imaginary snow from Weiss’ shoulders and then from herself- anything to avoid eye contact.

She was a Princess, and dead set on marrying some Prince besides. They had nothing in common- she was a Princess- and this was just her performing a service in expectation of payment. That’s it. That’s all.

“Anyway...” Weiss seemed to lose track of what they were doing, readjusting the snowflake broach holding her cloak in place. “We should- talk to my sister. I’m sure Winter will be able to set everything right again and we’re almost there.”

“Right.” Blake nodded, pulling her hat a bit further down and shaking her head. “This way.”

They both walked through the thick snow towards the opening, ducking through one at a time until they stood side-by-side a few feet from the bottom of a beautifully intricate staircase leading up to the castle proper. Once again, the Faunus found herself entranced by the sight but she snapped out of it quicker, looking towards her companion and surprised to see the expression of pure wonder on the Princess’ face.

“It’s beautiful. Absolutely stunning.” She let out a half laugh, leaning towards Blake as if she were imparting a secret. “Ever since we were small, I always knew she had a gift. I didn’t- well, I didn’t expect this of course, but... somehow, I always knew anything she touched would be perfect.”

The Faunus shrugged, shunting her urge to agree aside for a moment. “It’s alright, I guess.” Carefully, she leaned over slightly and nudged the woman’s shoulder with her own. “I’m sure you’re just as talented in something else.”

Weiss let out a brief laugh, though this one didn’t seem as happy, and shook her head. “No. I’ve always been the spare. Winter’s never treated me as such, though, but Father made it very clear. My sister was destined to rule and I... well, I was the back-up plan.”

The Princess started forward, mentally working out how she’d make it up the stairs, when she was stopped short.

“No, I don’t believe it.” Blake waited until those curious blue eyes were upon her before continuing, setting her hands on her hips and cocking her head to the side. “You’re trying to tell me that there’s not one thing you can do better than your sister? I find that impossible to believe.”

“Excuse you-”

“Believe me, I’m excuse,” she replied, the corners of her lips tugging into a small smile. “I highly doubt the Queen’s better at climbing rocks than you, for instance. Or being as stubborn- she did run away after your argument, after all.”

“Do not insult my sister like that.” Weiss paused, reaching up to push a lock of pure white hair back under her cap before relenting. “And... if you must know, I suppose I’m better at singing. Winter seems to think so, at any rate.”

Ears perking at her impending victory, Blake took a step forward. “Well, then, I’m changing my price. You have to sing a song for me.”

“What?”

She held up her hands with a smile. “You can’t say you’re a better singer and then not prove it, Princess. Besides, I reserved the right to change the fee for my services at any time, and I did save you from unnecessarily climbing a cliff.”

“You are impossible, Blake Belladonna.” The woman huffed, glaring at her guide. “If I’d known you’d change your mind at every turn, I’d have hired someone else to bring me up the mountain!”

She raised a brow, offering in a flat tone. “Like the wolves?”

Weiss made a frustrated noise in the back of her throat before throwing her hands in the air as a sign of surrender. “Fine. One song of my choosing. Now, can we go retrieve my sister or do you have more demands to make?”

“After you, Princess.” Blake even made a slightly mocking bow, smirking at the muttered ‘ridiculous’ she heard before falling into step beside the woman.

“And I’d better hear nothing about a refund if you don’t like the song.”

“You won’t; I can already tell you’ll be perfect.” The Faunus fought the urge to smile. Despite the woman’s naturally pale complexion, Weiss’ cheeks were undeniably tinted pink by the wind and cold, the same as hers, but she liked to think they’d turned a bit darker just then and a result of her words. Maybe she wouldn’t have a chance to see the Princess once this mess was all said and done but she wouldn’t trade these few precious moments seeing the woman beyond the picture of royalty for anything.

#Monochrome #Monochrome Monday #It's still technically Monday for me #My lack of self control will be the death of me jfc and I'ma go willingly #Hope y'all enjoyed the ridiculousness #TRR writes

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