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lucytara · 3 years

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Gold. "I defy you. I defy your god. The laws of the universe said my love was gone from me. I said watch me save her." Bumbleby.

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it’s possible. that i went. a little overboard with this prompt.

"I defy you. I defy your god. The laws of the universe said my love was gone from me. I said watch me save her."

All four candles are lit in the corners of the small room, wicks burning purple and melting black wax. Her offering sits in a dish at the feet of the small statue - an old, worn piece of paper, bent and torn around its edges - and she herself kneels in the center of the floor, her hands clasped.

“I’ve never done this,” she begins, “but my name is Yang Xiao Long, and I humbly request an audience.”

Nothing happens, though she isn’t sure what she would’ve expected even if it had; the flames flicker with her unsteady heartbeat, the blood in her ears crashing as if waves in a storm. For some reason it’s embarrassing, calling on a higher entity who decides to put you through to voicemail.

She tries again, and aims for theatrical exaggeration; maybe the gods like a bit of a show. If she’s making a fool of herself, she might as well do it brilliantly. “O, Great Goddess! I call upon thee - All-Knowing Ruler of the Dead, Empress of the Night, Most Holy Lady of Darkness, Reigning Queen of Entropy--”

“I think that’s probably enough,” a voice comes from in front of her, amusement evident beneath its tone. “What was that one in the middle? ‘Empress of the Night’? I might keep that.”

Her head whips up towards the sound, and a woman in a deep purple cloak is leaning against her own statue, arms crossed and watching her performance with a look that can only be described as shameless delight. Gorgeous black hair framing golden eyes, like the sky wrapping itself around stars; the statue doesn’t do her justice.

“Oh my God,” Yang says, sitting back on her heels. All the preparation and rehearsing she’d done isn’t enough to conquer the shock of a beautiful, unearthly woman appearing in front of her and--

“Yes, I get that a lot.”

--mercilessly mocking her.

“Well, Yang Xiao Long?” the woman continues. “Why have you called upon me?”

“How do you know my name?” Yang says stupidly.

“I’m a god,” the goddess replies, a smile pulling at a corner of her mouth. “I’m the all-knowing ruler of the dead or whatever. Also, you said your name when you summoned me.”

“Fuck,” Yang says, struggling to regain her composure and failing spectacularly. “I - yeah. Right. Okay. Is it rude to swear in front of gods? And what do I call you?”

“I’ll allow it,” the woman says. “And you can call me Blake.”

“Blake,” Yang repeats; her hands open and close like a nervous tick. The name is a heavy weight in her mouth, settling her into steadiness. “I’ve come to request guidance.”

“Guidance?” Blake repeats, and gently lifts the note from the offering dish, turning it carefully around her hands without opening it to read it - she doesn’t need to. Yang registers faint surprise in her expression; yes, she’d assumed the sentimentality would fetch a rather large price. “This is quite the payment.”

“It’s the last note I have from someone who loved me,” Yang says. “I figured it would be sufficient.”

Those bright, inquisitive eyes glance over to her, and now the playing field has been reversed: intrigue and curiosity outweigh Yang’s atrocious initial delivery.

“Stand, please,” Blake commands softly. “I want to get a good look at you.”

Obediently, Yang rises to her feet, and with an odd jolt realizes she’s a few inches taller than the goddess. It’s unexpected, and it seems to unnerve Blake for a moment, too. Or maybe that’s the candlelight, throwing shapes and colors, turning the room cavernous. Maybe Blake is shrinking and she’s growing. Maybe once she was so tall the entire world trembled beneath her feet.

“You already have power,” Blake says, circling her curiously, and now she’s seeing what isn’t visible, looking for handprints on her soul. “You have been claimed. Whom do you answer to?”

“I didn’t receive this power from a god,” Yang says quietly. “I’ve had it as long as I can remember.”

“That’s impossible,” Blake says, and her gaze is piercing into Yang’s heart; she sees its strength, but she sees its scars, too. And its emptiness. There is plenty of that.

“Touch me,” Yang says. “You’ll find no prior claim.”

“I don’t need to.” Blake takes another step closer to her, the way you’d inspect a painting in a museum. Hands at her sides, cautious of glass and rope. “I can see your aura. But it’s impossible.”

“I’m looking for something,” Yang says, and Blake glances up, briefly meeting her eyes. “I don’t know what it is. But I’ve been looking for something for what feels like my entire life.”

Quizzical, now. One by one the candles are burning down. The room is collapsing in on them, or perhaps that’s simply the god in front of her, looking like she’d dive into Yang’s veins and unravel her if it were permitted.

“Why me?” Blake asks finally. “You know what I’m the goddess of, don’t you?”

“You guard death,” Yang says, her voice impossibly gentle; dusk flows river-like from her mouth. There is a world Blake can almost see. “But you can’t guard death without also guarding life, right? I don’t know what I’m looking for, but whatever it is, I imagine you encompass it.”

“Poetic,” Blake responds, and waits further. “I would like the truth, please. Our time is running short.”

There’s no point in playing games with gods. “The truth is stupid,” Yang says bluntly, and the corner of Blake’s mouth tilts again.

“Try me.”

“I’ll make you a deal,” Yang says, and Blake’s eyebrows raise in amusement. Bold, reckless, and absolutely pushing her luck to the furthest corners it can inhabit. “Accept me as yours, and when the time is right, I will tell you the truth.”

“Is the truth that powerful?” Blake says, curious despite herself.

The last candle flutters, throwing shadows from Yang’s eyelashes to her cheek. “I think it is.”

“Welcome back, Empress of the Night,” Ruby says upon her return to the Kingdom, giving her an exaggerated bow. “I hope you enjoyed your summon, My Lady of Perpetual Darkness.”

“What the hell was that about?” Weiss asks. “I haven’t even heard you crack a joke for, like, a millennia, and suddenly you’re the court jester?”

“She was amusing,” Blake says, shrugging. “Usually people are so timid and terrified. I felt like having some fun.”

“You?” Weiss says dubiously.

“Shut up, Weiss,” Ruby says. “You mustn’t speak that way to Our Patron Saint, Duchess of Death.”

“Now you’re not even trying.”

“Don’t you both have work to do?” Blake says, ending the interrogation before it can really begin. She’s not sure she’d have the answers for them, anyway.

Yang journeys east.

Find me again, Blake had said. The closer you get to my temple, the more I can see of you. She’d brushed aside Yang’s bangs, touched a single finger to her forehead. It felt like a teardrop, or a meteor shower. It felt like digging up a grave, or chiseling into stone. It felt like the last explosion. It felt like the first breath.

You are mine, Blake had said, and something about it had felt far too right.

She crosses from Sanus to Anima, spends days traversing forests and mountains, fending off bandits and monsters. Eyes flashing red and fire licking up her skin. Aura glowing golden before breaking. There is something wrong with the trees, she thinks; there is something wrong with the sky. Like I’m looking at them from the wrong side.

Nobody is there to answer her, and not for the first time, she wonders how she came to be so alone.

Blake watches Yang’s power unveil itself from above. Yang is hers, now, and though she can’t make house calls to the world below without a summon, she at least has instant access to her claims. There aren’t many of them, and Yang is different.

It reminds her of the God of Vengeance, almost - how he absorbs power before returning it, strike by vicious strike - but Yang’s is personal, sacrificial. She feels the pain before she can utilize it, and her anger is never cruel, her actions never misplaced. And she doesn’t complain.

Sometimes, Blake wishes she would: she can hear when she’s being talked to, even if she can’t respond. Every prayer, every curse, every devastation, every hope.

She waits for the sound of Yang’s voice, but it never comes.

There’s a small shrine in a village called Shion, which is still weeks out from the docks where she can potentially get a ferry to Menagerie, but the locals are kind, and honor her far too greatly for being touched by their ruling god. They direct her to their place of worship deep in the woods, and leave her without looking back. It’s a sacred thing, a bond between a god and their chosen, and law forbids them from watching her ceremony.

Yang pulls the candle from her pouch, lighting it at the foot of the shrine. She kneels down on the stone, worn with the imprints of a thousand prayers, and says, “Blake.”

“I was wondering when I’d hear from you again.” The voice comes almost immediately, as if its owner had been waiting to be beckoned.

It’s still a bit of a shock, though she’s much better prepared for it this time. “Hi,” Yang says, and stops there before she can fuck it up.

“Hi,” Blake says, and seems to be amused against her will. More guarded, less open. Yang can read the warning signs, but she’ll cut them off at the source.

“I’m sorry,” she says, and she means it, getting to her feet. “If I waited too long to contact you, I mean. I’m...not familiar with this area.”

“Don’t worry,” Blake says, lowering her arms. “It’s only been a few weeks. I won’t smite you until at least a month.”

Yang laughs, and unexpectedly to the both of them, Blake goes deadly still. Her body language says Yang’s done something wrong, but her expression says she’s hearing music.

The candle is burning. The moment can turn itself over gently, if Yang knows how to guide it. She keeps her smile on, but makes it quiet. “You know, I didn’t expect the Goddess of Death to have a sense of humor.”

It seems to work. “I like to surprise people,” Blake says, and moves closer. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“You never talk to me,” she says, pretending to be in control of something she clearly isn’t. “Why not?”

Only the forest speaks for a moment, branches creaking, leaves rustling. And then: “Do you want me to?” Yang asks.

“It’s...something people tend to do,” Blake says slowly. “But not you.”

“I didn’t want to bother you,” Yang says.

“It’s not a bother.” The words come out too quickly, tone too reassuring. Blake’s own want is what laces the conversation, rather than Yang’s uncertainty. That’s a new, dangerous line.

Yang takes a careful step forward, her eyes lowered to the ground as if in apology; they raise slowly, trailing over Blake’s form until meeting her gaze. Looking for lines she’s crossed, and should step back over; searching for lights that say go. Instead, she only finds an intense, hungry confusion - I want it without understanding what it is.

“You know,” she murmurs, “these statues - they never do you justice.”

And she lifts a hand to Blake’s cheek, hesitating over her skin - is that Blake’s catch of breath, or is it the wind? - before gently cupping it in her palm. She could lose an arm for this; touching a god without being explicitly asked is the greatest sin a mortal can commit, but Blake only stands there, unmoving, eyes wide and lips parted, the moon sitting in the hollow of her throat.

“Blake,” she whispers, and it can only be a god’s strength keeping her voice steady, “I’m never not thinking of you.”

The candle goes out.

Nobody is waiting for her when she returns. This is how gods give each other gifts - by saying, no, I see everything but I didn’t see you.

Yang starts talking to her, and changes her routes so that rather than taking the most direct path to Menagerie, she’s able to stop at some of the smaller shrines on the way. There are only two more, and she hasn’t called Blake since Shion. Yang hopes she’ll still come.

“Isn’t it strange,” Yang says, “how much easier it is to think about someone than to talk about them? I think about you differently than I can talk about you. I don’t even know if that makes sense.”

No response; not that she expects one. At this point, she assumes Blake’ll just kill her if she gets too annoying. Maybe a tree will fall on her, or she’ll do something embarrassing like trip over a rock and break her neck. “I can’t remember much about my life. I know there were people I loved, but I can’t see their faces. I must’ve traveled a lot; I don’t like sitting still. I don’t know how old I am, or even when my birthday is.” She’s never admitted this before; never admitted she came to lying on the ground, with only her name left ringing in her skull and a note in her pocket.

“I think you’re beautiful,” she tells the warm night air. “That’s what I was trying to say. Before. Blake, I think you’re beautiful.”

A star shoots across the sky, light trails leaving imprints against the swirling blue-purple-black of the galaxy, but it must be a coincidence.

Another shrine, another candle. This one burrowed into the side of a mountain, a dome of a room with a hand-woven rug for kneeling, several long benches behind. The statue sits against the far wall, centered.

“They’re getting better,” Yang says, getting to her feet. “This one, at least, gets your eyes right.”

“Hm,” Blake says, pressing her lips together. She moves to stand next to Yang rather than in front of her, and they both examine the statue together. “I suppose you’d know, wouldn’t you?”

“Were the compliments too much?” Yang asks, impressed with how light her voice sounds. She nudges Blake’s elbow with her own. Oh, she’ll see how much distance she can cross. She’s already walked miles - she’ll swim oceans, too. “You said you wanted me to talk to you.”

“I didn’t say that,” Blake denies unconvincingly, and then pauses. “And in regards to your first question - I didn’t say that, either.”

Yang could tease her - so even gods like being called pretty, huh - or she could be brave, turn to Blake, take her face in both of her hands and lean in--

“Yang,” Blake says, and does step one of that plan by turning to her. “What do you want from me?”

Maybe the idea’s overwhelmed her to the degree that she can no longer see its risks - its potentially horrible, literally life-ending consequences - and that's what drives her to do it. Maybe it’s that Blake is looking at her like a poem; something beautiful, not to be understood by anyone but the artist who made her.

“What would you do if I kissed you?” Yang says, as if it were merely an interesting, hypothetical concept to explore and not the end of the world. “Is that possible, even if you wanted me to?”

This room is warm and close and silent. The clay is cracking where the floor meets the walls. A tunneled-through skylight is the only thing that keeps Blake from swallowing the place in shadows, instead coating them in an amber, dream-like glow. Like if you mixed the two of them together, you’d still be left with light.

“I think,” Blake murmurs, “we’re both going to have to find that out.”

Step two of her plan. Both of her hands cupping Blake’s cheeks. She’s strangely aware of her lifelines - do they mean anything to you, she wants to ask, does my life mean anything to you now and if it doesn’t, will my death - she leans in, their noses brushing, Blake’s breathing as if she needs to, Yang isn’t and she does; teach me about magic, teach me about memory, tell me how I knew you before I knew myself--

Blake kisses her, tired of her caution and hesitancy, lips parting and fists knotting around the fabric of her shirt. Yang expects them to crash together, like comets. She expects them to crumble and collapse under the impact, buried in the ruins of each other and suffocating. She expects them to decay there, reveling in their own destruction.

What she doesn’t expect is sunlight.

Her skin set aflame, Blake’s tongue in her mouth, hands traveling from her face to her lower back and pressing close - somewhere a rule is being written about the gods and desperation - Blake pulls away, gasps, her fingers begging for Yang’s heart.

“This power,” she says, mesmerized, staring at things only she can see, golden gossamer roots running up Yang’s veins. “Where did you get it?”

“I don’t know,” Yang breathes out, and kisses her one last time before the candle burns out. “But I swear I’ve never felt closer to finding out.”

Nobody attempts to stop her from barging through God’s door. Weiss and Ruby, Sun and Neptune; they all avert their eyes. I see everything, but I do not see you.

“What is she?” Blake asks, standing before them with her head bowed. “Please, God. I need to know.”

“If you weren’t already sure,” God says, “you wouldn’t be here.”

She hates it when they’re right.

Yang hits the docks; situated on the outskirts of a fishing village called Ito, and with constant transport to Menagerie, their shrine to Blake is the largest one yet.

“And this one?” Blake asks, before Yang has even begun to pray.

“How did you do that?” Yang says, staring up at her, startled. “Are we, like, super close now?”

“Shut up,” Blake says, but she’s smiling. She extends a hand, helping Yang to her feet. “Your soul calls me. You barely even have to light the candle, anymore.”

The sound of the ocean knocks on the door; the smell tackles the windows. Above, the seagulls are crying out, angry at all the fish they can’t have. Yang says, “Hi.”

“Hi,” Blake says, and kisses her. Soft and chaste. Something so human and so immortal. “I missed you.”

“I’m your favorite, aren’t I?” Yang teases, her fingers catching Blake’s chin in her hands.

“No,” Blake says, and for the first time, smiles with her teeth. Oh, this is happiness. “I do this with everyone who requests my presence. I’m very popular.”

“I can imagine,” Yang says, brushing a thumb across her bottom lip. “So what else are you the god of?”

“You had a few of them right,” Blake says nonchalantly, settling against Yang’s body. She could be taller, if she wanted to be, but there’s so much beauty to see when looking up. “Night, and all things within it. Darkness, shadows. Death.”

“What else?” Yang says, watching her mouth shape every letter.

“Forgiveness, and justice,” Blake murmurs. Oh, there’s a fine print for this, and she’s violating every word. “Promises,” she continues. “Seduction.”

Hook, line - a heavy wave rattles the walls; oh, the sea, the sea! - Yang shudders against her mouth, salt sinking into her blood. Leaves her bouyant and floating, the earth bubbling up beneath her. Rising and rising and rising.

“Shockingly,” Yang says, letting Blake press kisses into the crook of her neck, “I don’t find that hard to believe.”

“God,” Blake finds herself standing before them once again, hands clasped and head bowed. She speaks formally in the presence of God, as is customary of respect. “Please, God. I am supposed to be guiding her, but I fear all I’ve done is lead her astray. I need to know where she came from, and where she is going.”

“Blake,” God says, and touches the top of her head with their hand, “she is close to your temple. Look at her, and tell me what you see.”

Menagerie is a busy, populated island, and Blake’s temple is the primary reason for that. Pilgrimages are made from around the world to pray at her shrine and leave offerings at her feet. Protect me from loss, help me navigate my grief, let me fulfill my promise.

Yang is none of those things. And when the keepers of the temple ask the reason for her journey, she says, “I am in love with her.”

“You have been touched,” one says, and bows to her upon entry. “You have as long as the goddess is willing to give you.”

The heavy doors close, but the room shimmers, firelight glittering over golden-accented walls. A large moon is carved into the marble floor, crossing over a sun. Before her is the largest, most intricately carved statue of Blake she’s ever seen, and it looks exactly like her.

Yang kneels.

“You know,” Blake says from behind her, “you don’t have to do that anymore.”

“No,” Yang says. “But it - it’s been a long journey. And I’m only here because of you.”

Blake’s footsteps echo, her boots stopping at the north point of the sun. “How do you feel?”

It’s enough to make Yang smile. “I know you heard me,” she says pointedly, but her amusement is apparent. “You hear everything I say.”

“I thought I’d give you the chance to tell me yourself.”

For the last time, Yang rises to her feet. Blake’s eyes glitter, mischievous and playful. She looks as she always has, but clearer, somehow; defined and resolute. She carries the truth in the way she extends a hand, in the way she searches for Yang’s mouth. When they kiss, Yang swears she can see another world.

“I’ll tell you something better,” Yang says. “The truth.”

She leans down, bumps their foreheads together. Blake’s arms loop around her neck automatically. Oh, Yang thinks, if I were the god of anything, I’d want it to be habits.

“So what’s the truth?” Blake asks.

“The truth,” Yang says unshakably, “is that it was you. I woke up with no memory and a note, and somehow, I knew I had to find you. The only thing I’ve been searching for is you.”

It’s you, she says. It’s you. You. You.

“God,” Blake says, and this time God is ready for her.

“Blake Belladonna,” God says, and inclines their head. “Come. Show me what you have.”

In her hands is a small slip of paper, worn and ripped around the edges. “It is a note,” she says, and unfolds it gingerly. “It is a note, God, in my handwriting.”

“And what does it say?” they ask.

“Find me,” Blake recites, “and I promise I’ll bring you home.”

“Well,” God says whimsically, “you are the Goddess of Promises.”

Tears build in the corners of her eyes, shipwrecks gaining water. “Yang,” Blake whispers, and now that she is close, she can see everything. Meteors falling from their showers; the day the sun went out. “Yang. I’m sorry. I’m so, so--”

“Shh,” Yang murmurs, pressing her lips into Blake’s hair. “What are you apologizing for? I found you, and you brought me home.”

“Oh, this is exciting,” God says. “I so rarely get to come to Remnant on business.”

“God,” Yang says, and bows her head. The temple doors remain locked; Blake’s hand is clutched tightly in her own. “It’s good to see you.”

“And you, Yang Xiao Long,” says God. “You fell in the last war, over five-hundred years ago. Do you remember this?”

“Yes,” she says. “I was trying to protect my sister.”

“And what happens when a god falls?”

“We forget them,” Blake says. “Their power is forfeit; they are erased from our memories, and our world.”

“It is not a law of justice, but a law of reality,” God says. “Or it was, previously. Only you did not forget immediately, Blake Belladonna. I did not know it was possible for two souls to be so intrinsically bound that they leave traces in the other, but you did not forget, just long enough to leave her a message. It took five hundred years for Yang to fall to earth, and when she awoke, she did not forget, either.

“Gods are made, and this means that what we are gods of can change,” they continue. “Blake, you were not previously the Goddess of Death. You became it because you believed that Yang had died, and no god had as strong a connection to loss as you. Your power became a beacon, just as it now will be a beacon for Remembrance.

“And you, Yang Xiao Long,” God says. “Goddess of the Sun, of Loyalty, of Sacrifice. You were many things. And now you are the Goddess of Rebirth.”

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darksaiyangoku · 3 years

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Devils of Remnant Chapter 1- Rebellion

Rain fell heavily around the ruins of what was left of Beacon. Facing each other were two girls, one with a black jacket and red hoodie, the other with a blue jacket and white dress. Blue eyes met silver and both gripped their weapons tight.

Weiss: So it's come to this.

Ruby: I guess so.

Thunder cracked the air.

Ruby: *draws her sword* It's over, Weiss. I will stop you... even if that means I have to kill you.

Weiss: *scoffs* If you really have the intent to kill me, you would've done it by now. *draws katana* Face it, Ruby, I'm always going to be one step ahead of you.

With great speed, the two charged at each other. This was it. Their final clash.

—2 Years Ago, Redgrave City—

The Black Bear Club of Redgrave City was notorious for being host to many of Vale's lowest of the low. Gangsters, drug dealers and, if rumours were to be believed, demons. Sitting at the bar was Ruby Rose, tapping her fingers to the beat of Red Like Roses. Hei Xiong, known as “Junior” to his friends, was on bartender duty tonight. Ruby smiled as soon as her drink was served.

Junior: It's on the house, Rubes. *two-finger salute*

Ruby: Thanks, Junior. *drinks lemonade*

???: Is that lemonade on the rocks or neat?

Ruby turned her head to find a boy sitting next her. He had golden blonde hair and deep blue eyes. He wore casual clothing; a yellow hoodie with a black shirt underneath, blue jeans and white shoes.

Ruby: *deadpans* Very funny.

???: Okay, that was mean. Sorry. *chuckles*

Ruby: It’s okay. *chuckles back*

???: I’m Jaune. Jaune Arc. Short, sweet and rolls of the tongue.

Ruby: *smiles* I’m Ruby. Ruby Rose.

Jaune: *smiles back* That's a pretty nice name.

Ruby: *blushes* Um... well...

Jaune: *blinks* What? Did I say something wrong?

Ruby: N-No! No, it's just that... hehe, no one's really said that about my name before is all.

Jaune: Well I guess there's a first time for everything. *smiles*

Ruby: *giggles*

Jaune: So, Ruby, what’s a girl like you doing in a dingy place like this?

Junior: Hey!

Ruby: Long story short, I really needed to get out of the house. My sister and brother have been working me stiff all year. *groans*

Jaune: *low whistle* I guess training with Devil Hunters isn't as easy as everyone says.

The way Jaune said 'Devil Hunters' caused Ruby to nearly jump out of her seat.

Ruby: D-Devil Hunter? Whaaat? No. *nervous laughter* W-What makes you think I'm a Devil Hunter?

Jaune: Oh come on, I can tell by the type of guns you're carrying.

Ruby stared blankly. On her hips were two M1911 handguns, one black and one red. Her foot shook on the stool as she tried to think of a way to divert him.

Ruby: Well... lots of people carry guns here. That's not enough to prove that I'm a Devil Hunter.

Jaune: *nods* That's a good point. However, the same can't be said about the sword hanging from your waist.

Ruby: ...damn it.

Jaune: *snorting laughter* You know, if you're trying to hide that you're a Hunter, you're doing a very good job.

Ruby: *pouts* Hmph!!!

Just then, Ruby and Jaune’s chat was cut short by a group of four guys. One had long, blue hair and wore a grey suit, the other wore a green vest with a light green mohawk, the third wore a brown t-shirt and had brown hair and finally there was the burly lad, with ginger hair and wearing a grey shirt that the logo of a golden cardinal bird. Their names were Russel Thrush, Sky Lark, Dove Bronzewing and their leader, Cardin Winchester.

Cardin: Why hello there, hot stuff. *winks at Ruby*

Ruby: Um... can I help you?

Cardin: How about you and I head over to the dance floor?

Ruby: *ponders* Hmmm... a tempting offer but I think I’ll stick with Jaune over here.

Jaune: *waves* Hello.

Cardin: *sneers* Really? This guy? Come on, he’s a total dork. You need a real man, like me.

Ruby: I happen to like dorks, thank you very much.

Cardin: Ugh, quit playing hard to get! *grabs Ruby’s wrist*

Ruby: Agh! Let me go!

Jaune: Hey, get off of her!

Sky: *pushes Jaune*

Jaune: Agh!

Russel: What the boss says, goes. *kicks Jaune*

Jaune: *coughs in pain*

Ruby: Leave him alone!

Cardin: Oh we will, as soon as you give me my dance.

Ruby: *grunts* If you don’t let me go, you’re gonna be sorry!

Cardin: *grips tighter*

Ruby: *smirks* Okay… you asked for it.

Using her free hand, she reached to her hip and pulled out one of her handguns. Before Cardin could react, Ruby shot him in the shoulder. Black blood leaked from the wound. The blood of demons. The sound of gunfire caused the people at the club to panic and they scrambled towards the exit. Cardin’s eyes turned red and his teeth became fangs.

Ruby: If you’re gonna disguise yourself as a human, you gotta be a little more convincing than that.

Cardin: *snarls* You bitch! I’ll you apart!!!

Surrounded by black smoke, Cardin transformed into his true self; a lanky wolf-like demon with black fur, white fangs and a skull-like mask. His entourage followed suit, transforming into demons too. Baring their sharp claws, they lunged towards Ruby. However, she was far too quick and zipped away just in time. From the back of her waist, she pulled out her sword. It was a beautiful silver blade with skull crossguard.

Ruby: Time for some Rebellion!

Ruby charged forward and sliced Sky and Dove's arms clean off. They roared in pain. Russel, meanwhile, tried to attack from behind, only to have Rebellion pierce his chest. Reaching for her other gun, Ruby pointed them at Sky and Dove.

Ruby: Say cheese!

With two shots, they fell to the floor like ragdolls and crumbled to ash. Cardin looked in shock as his friends were slaughtered. Ruby aimed her guns at him and gave him a deadly smile before delivering the final shot to his head. Jaune stared at her, baffled and impressed at what happened.

Ruby: *scratches her head* Maybe I went a little overboard.

Jaune: Are you kidding? That was incredible!! I-I've heard about the work of Hunters but to actually see it? Wow!!!

Ruby: *blushes* Stop, it was nothing. *scroll beeps* Aw no! I’m late. S-Sorry Jaune, I gotta get going. I'll see you around.

Jaune: Actually, you won't. I'm only visiting Vale.

Ruby: *frowns* O-Oh.

Jaune: B-But if you want, I can give you my number.

Ruby: Oh yeah! Sure!

After exchanging numbers, both of them parted ways with big smiles on their faces. Meanwhile, watching from the sides, was a blonde girl, Yang Xiao Long. From her pocket, she pulled out a picture of a white, armoured figure carrying a blood red sword. She stared at it and gave a small smile.

Yang: Ruby.

* * *

Ruby ran through the streets until the reached Schnee Manor, her home. Standing in front of the door was her older sister, Weiss and she didn’t look happy.

Weiss: Where have you been?

Ruby: U-Um, nowhere? *innocent smile*

Weiss: Don’t try to act like the cute sister to fool me, I know you were out.

Ruby: W-Well so what if I was? There’s nothing wrong with having a bit of fun!

Weiss: Did you forget that you're training to be a Hunter? Beacon Academy isn’t your standard school, you’re fighting demons to protect the world! Start taking this seriously!

Ruby: I do take this seriously, Weiss. I've been taking it seriously for years!

Weiss: You’re certainly not acting like it. Your reckless actions are going to come back and bite you in the ass one day.

Ruby: *sigh* Fine. I’m going to bed. *walks inside*.

From the side was the family butler, Klein.

Klein: Weiss, don't you think you're being a bit too hard on her? She's only 16 after all.

Weiss: True, but she shouldn't be wasting her time on meaningless things like going out. She has great potential. Winter saw that the day we found her and we are this close to bringing it out.

Klein: I understand, but one day off can't hurt surely? You've witnessed her talents and she's maintained it consistently.

Weiss: *sighs* I suppose. I guess I'll talk to her tomorrow. Good night, Klein.

Klein: Goodnight, Weiss.

* * *

The next day, Ruby was woken up by the loud racket of the front door. Stumbling downstairs, she opened the door, only to find no one there. On the porch was a letter wrapped in an silver envelope with her name written on it. Confused, she opened it and read the contents. Her eyes grew wide and she let out a loud scream of joy, waking up her brother, Whitley.

Whitley: Jeez, do you have to be so loud in the...

Ruby: *beaming*

Whitley: ...morning? Why are you smiling like that?

Ruby: I'm going to Beacon!!!!!

#rwby #rwby au #crossover au #devils of remnant #rwby devils of remnant #devil may cry #ruby rose #jaune arc #weiss schnee #whitley schnee #klein seiben #team crdl #cardin winchester #russel thrush #dove bronzewing #sky lark #chapter 1 rebellion

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kitkatopinions · 3 years

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Can I have uhhhhhhhhhhhhh lil whitley for the ask game :D

My boy Whitley! I love him so much. Okay, let's go.

What are my top four favorite non-romantic relationship dynamics for them?

Weiss - Okay, but I sincerely love the potential in their relationship. They're very different people, but have a lot of similarities too, and their interactions could be so great and interesting. I know season eight threw this sibling relationship off, but I'm still hoping that they get more screen time and we can see them progress in more natural ways when Weiss returns to the real world. Ruby - These two being friends would be super good! They have quite a few similarities just in how they act, and I think Whitley would understand some of the pressure on Ruby and her tendency to hide behind a bright, happy persona, even though he absolutely would be weirded out and frustrated by her reckless tendencies and uncouth behavior. XD Ironwood - James could've been the father figure that Whitley deserved. Just imagine an AU where for whatever reason, Whitley having to temporarily move into James's house, and James isn't used to having a kid around and does things like try to cook for Whitley or talk to him about school, and Whitley is wary and suspicious at first, but then starts coming around and relying on James more and wanting to be like him. Also, the Ace Ops would love Whitley and work with him on his training. The next one is such a toss up between Qrow and Winter - Winter is the cold, problematic, somewhat toxic elder sister who doesn't get Whitley, but in my headcanoned version of things, she would start trying harder and wanting to be there for and protect Whitley after he goes through danger. And they would argue and fight all the time, but also love each other underneath it all. As for Qrow, he'd be a 'bad influence,' telling Whitley he doesn't always have to be perfect, and Whitley would get starry eyed over him and start following after him and emulating him, but Qrow would also be kind of absent and careless (not on purpose, he just has a lot going on.) The reason why I really can't pick between these two is because even though I can see Qrow and Ironwood accidentally co-parenting Whitley in like a wholesome and stable way... I can imagine Winter and Qrow legit acting like divorced parents who argue all the time about what Whitley needs or which one of them is 'messing him up' the most, but then unite to lecture Whitley for doing something really reckless.

Winter: "He gets that from you! You teach him to do things like that!" Qrow: "One of us had to teach the kid to fight and you sure weren't doing it, Winnie." Winter: "I was going to before you gave him that garden tool to fight with as if it isn't one of the most dangerous weapons you can use!" Qrow: "I didn't give him that, he wanted to fight with a scythe! I mean, he coulda used dual sabers, but he probably didn't want to look like an idiot." Whitley:

What season were they at their best and why?

Season eight. Boy was one of the MVPs of that season. The only problem I have with the writing towards Whitley for this season is the way they had Willow freaking attached to his shoulder every time we saw them, as if Willow wasn't a neglectful and highly problematic parent and now is just super mom. But other than that? He was interesting, fun, layered, his interactions were good, his character has remained consistent, they did good with him, they gave him a pretty appropriate amount of screen time (the problem is that Ruby needed more screen time, not that Whitley specifically needed less.) Over all... Two thumbs up from me.

What season were they at their worst and why?

I want to say season seven? Not that I didn't like him in season seven, but he got very little in that season and the wine prank thing was literally just annoying and kind of angering. So... Yeah.

How would I rank their outfits from worst to best?

Whitley only has one outfit, so I'll rank it from one to ten and, I'd say it gets a 5/10. It's nice enough, simple, dressy, but nothing special, and at this point, it's gotten old. I want to see Whitley in tall boots with a white vest, a fancy blue tank top under that, and a white short cape.

Which Hogwarts House would I sort them into (optional; what would their wand be?)

Whitley would be a Slytherin, he's got all the ambition, he's sly and resourceful and occasionally ruthless, and he'd wind up being a Slytherin prefect. Also, he'd get roped into playing chaser for his quidditch team during his later years. I'd say vine and unicorn hair for a wand, 13 ¾ wand, springy.

What do I think this character would be like if they were on the opposite side (good characters are bad, bad characters are good)

Whitley is an odd one because he's more minor antagonist turned minor helper figure. So changing him, I'd make it so that he actually starts out mostly the same, but instead of wanting Weiss to lose her inheritance, he actually isn't happy about it and tries to fix it and tries to comfort Weiss. But then after he's left alone when Weiss runs away from home, Whitley starts getting more bitter and angry. The wine prank scene stays the same and Whitley's reaction to Jacques' arrest stays the same, but then when Weiss and the others come to use the mansion as a hiding place in volume eight, Whitley sells them out to the Atlas military to try and get them out of his home.

If I suddenly had control of RWBY, what would I want to do with this character after the events of V8?

I would make him more involved in things, using his technological prowess and other skills when needed and starting to try and learn to fight, being kind of a 'guy in the chair' character who Team RWBY and the others can call about situations outside of their skillset. And I would have the relationship between the Schnees being rocky, with Whitley wanting nothing to do with Willow and giving Winter nothing but a cold shoulder and quips, but being more willing to work with and get along with Weiss despite the fact that they still fight, and he's receptive to Ruby. While Weiss is also having problems with Winter and Willow but just wants them all to get along. And none of them are doing well with poverty or having to get by on charity, but finally starting to humble some. And I would have Whitley involved in Mercury's redemption arc in some way, because it'd be great. I don't know, I have too many ideas for Whitley. XD

#pro whitley schnee

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bridgyrose · 4 years

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Raven: *answering her scroll* Ruby?

Ruby: Hey mother.

Raven: How was initiation?

Ruby: It went well. I… ended up as leader of my team.

Raven: You seem to be following in your mom’s footsteps, arent you?

Ruby: Guess so. I dont really deserve to be a leader though.

Weiss: *from the background* Damn right you dont!

Raven: I promise, you really do. Ozpin doesnt just choose the leader to just to choose. You have to impress him.

Ruby: *casually* Well, we did fight off a nevermore.

Raven: A nevermore?

Ruby: Oh! I still have the video.

Raven: Send it over.

Ruby: And… sent.

Raven: *opening up the video* Cant wait to watch my baby girl in action.

Ruby: My other friends took on a deathstalker. It was fun to watch them.

Raven: *hesitating as she watched Ruby get flung onto the nevermore’s back*

Ruby: My team is pretty cool though. Weiss is a master with glyphs and Blake seems to be like a ninja. And well, we already knew Yang would be great.

Raven: *still watching the video, eye twitching as she watched Ruby being reckless*

Ruby: Beacon is going to be great!

Raven: Ruby Luna Rose! Did you really think it was-

Ruby: I’ll talk to you later then. Bye mom, I love you! *hangs up*

Raven: *sighing* That girl…

Summer: Reckless?

Raven: Yeah…

Summer: *smirking* Told you so.

Raven: She was supposed to be the responsible one…

Summer: Now you understand my concern?

Raven: *sighing* We’re going to be on friendly terms with Oz, arent we?

Summer: Yes, yes we are.

#Ruby rose #Rwby ruby rose #Raven Branwen #Summer rose #Skits #Rwby #Parent au #Rosebird parent au #Rosebird

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ezmodo · 5 years

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Being Smart

Welp, Ruby thought idly as the morning sun filtered in through the blinds, so much for being smart.

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Ruby had planned on being smart at first. They had been buddies since their first day at Beacon and now, nearly two years and three continents later, they were closer than ever. She knew she loved him, but did she love love him? Did he feel the same? Could she risk it? Besides, the world was practically ending. She was a huntress with a mission to accomplish. Monsters to slay, people to save. She had a responsibility, both to her team and the world, to stay focused on the mission and lead them through safely.

So she wouldn’t do anything. There was enough on both of their plates and things didn’t need to get complicated by something dumb like romance. Ruby figured she’d put her feelings on the backburner for now and focus on the fight ahead of them. Once Salem was defeated she’d put it all out there and see how he felt. Until then, she’d keep those feelings to herself.

Atlas had been rough going for Team RWBY. With General Ironwood effectively confining them to Atlas and Mantle down below, they had no mission to distract them from just how miserable the city could be. Weiss and Blake had the worst of it, and Ruby and Yang found themselves coming up short on how to help. Weiss insisted on facing her family issues alone, trying to shield her team from her snake of a father. Blake wanted to do her part to help the Faunus of Mantle in any way she could but found herself rebuffed at every angle, both by humans and the Faunus she wanted to help.

Ruby felt overwhelmed. Six month hike through Grimm infested woods? Sounds fun. Crazed scorpion assassin? Bring it on. Unkillable Grimm Queen bent on burning the kingdoms to the ground? She was locked and loaded and in it for the long haul.

But Blake standing in front of the mirror with a ribbon in hand, contemplating hiding her ears again? Weiss excusing herself at random times whenever her father called, only to show up later so withdrawn and deflated that it broke Ruby’s heart? It felt like their team was sinking and Ruby and Yang weren’t enough to keep the team afloat.

But through it all, Jaune was there. With a smile, a hand on her shoulder, and, in one instance, a snowball, he and Team JNPR were there to help shoulder the burden. Particularly rough days would end with JNPR forcing their way into RWBY’s room for board game night or to drag them out to the common room to watch movies. Jaune wielded Nora like a blunt instrument, blowing past Weiss’ snippy refusals and Blake’s moody deflections. He would even sic Nora on them, ordering her to throw the sulky girls over her shoulder to carry them along when they weren’t being cooperative.

All aboard the Nora train, full speed ahead. No stops, no excuses, no surrender!

It saved them. With JNPR’s help, Ruby and Yang started making progress with their partners. Things were still pretty miserable but Weiss was opening up about her family and Blake leaned on them more. JNPR had brought that sense of normalcy back to their lives that had been missing since Beacon. Back when they would argue about their weekend plans at lunch, when they would complain about homework between class periods. Back when they didn’t know the world was ending.

But for Ruby, it wasn’t quite the same. Sitting with Jaune in class never used to bring butterflies to her stomach. Being squeezed in next to him on the couch never used to make her skin tingle. His smile never used to bring heat to her face, his dopey grin after a good spar never made her heart race like this, and her eyes never used to linger on him quite so long. Thankfully Jaune, dense as he was, never seemed to notice. Weiss, however, had caught her more than once. Stop being a dolt, her partner told her each time, usually with a huff and a quick turn of the head that caused Weiss’ flail of a braid to smack her dismissively. Weiss must have agreed that Ruby needed to get her priorities straight.

She was trying her hardest not to be a dolt. Really! Jaune just made that really, really hard sometimes.

Most times.

After a while she had found a solution that worked for her. Most days would end with Ruby retiring to her room where she would scream her happy frustration into her pillow as she rapidly kicked her legs into the bed. She got confused stares from Yang and Blake but a knowing ‘dolt’ from Weiss. Is this what Pyrrha had went through on a daily basis? Ruby was desperate for something, anything to distract her from this mess she had found herself in.

At least until Mantle was attacked and they nearly lost each other. Ruby’s stint in the hospital lasted just over a week, the wounds she took just barely stabilized by Jaune’s semblance during the battle. The tongue-lashing she received from her team still stung – how she should take better care of herself, how she shouldn’t be so reckless, how she couldn’t just throw herself into danger because they had a healer in their group, and on and on and on. She felt guilty, of course, but she knew that if she were put in the same situation she wouldn’t hesitate to do it all over again.

Jaune’s stay in the hospital lasted nearly a month. Acute aura exhaustion, the doctors called it; he had used up the last bits of his aura healing her. He spent a week hooked up to all sorts of machines and another two weeks asleep in bed. Their friends all rotated through to make sure he wasn’t alone when he woke up. Ruby started to think that maybe her own team was there to keep her company more than anything – between the attached bathroom and the deluxe sleeping bag Weiss provided, Ruby never really saw the need to leave.

She woke one night to a hand gently stroking her hair. It felt so nice that she leaned into it, still half asleep, but when she finally cracked an eye open she saw him. Jaune was leaning over the side of the bed, cords and tubes stretched to their limit, as he looked down at her with an expression she didn’t know how to read. But when Ruby’s stomach fluttered she knew what she hoped that look meant. Ruby sprung to her feet as she fought the zipper to the sleeping bag she was still cocooned in. Jaune just looked at her, rooted to the spot in embarrassment after being caught.

With the sleeping bag still tangled about her legs, Ruby hopped clumsily towards the head of the bed and lunged at him, half lying across the mattress as she buried her face in his chest. She stayed that way for a few minutes, his hospital gown bunched in her fists as she willed her heart not to explode. With a thousand things she wanted to tell him bouncing around in her head, she lifted her hands to his shoulders and pulled herself up to look him in the eye for the first time in too long.

Lit by the faint light of the equipment around him, unshed tears shimmered in the corners of his eyes. You’re okay was all he whispered, relief obvious as he sagged back against the headboard under her weight. Ruby was sick of seeing him cry, no matter the reason.

Without thinking, she did a really dumb thing.

It was a pretty poor attempt as far as first kisses went, Ruby thought. She practically headbutted him on her way up and made their teeth clack together painfully when she mashed her lips into his face. She went too high, only catching his upper lip and causing their noses to mash together uncomfortably. Worst of all, she didn’t ask. She didn’t even know how he felt, she just dove in head first without thinking like she always did. Stupid. Dolt. She was frozen against him, lips still smashed into his, as a voice screamed in her head that she just did the dumbest thing imaginable.

Until he kissed her back.

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They might have been on their way to being really, really dumb that night. They were saved from their stupidity when the team of night nurses came barreling into the room – apparently Ruby ripping cords and disconnecting sensors that were in her way was a surefire method to make the staff think their patient had either suddenly dropped dead or was making his escape. They had been caught as Jaune was trying to help her untangle the sleeping bag from around her feet, struggling because they refused to separate for air.

They kicked her out, naturally.

The laughter and raunchy jokes of the nurses followed her as she made her way back to the dorm that night. Despite the cold, she was burning up. She’d never been so embarrassed in her life. Was this the walk of shame Yang had told her about?

Scratch that. Returning to the hospital the following day was way worse. This had to be the real walk of shame. The night nurses must have been talking – Ruby could feel the eyes of the day shift workers follow her as she and her friends made their way to Jaune’s room. She pulled her hood up to hide as she shrunk under their gaze, whispers following her to Jaune’s room.

Apparently it wasn’t a secret from Nora either. The truth must have been plain on Ruby and Jaune’s faces. All it took was one quick glance between the blushing leaders and Nora’s knowing grin nearly split her face. She didn’t say anything, opting instead to crush Ruby in a bearhug and thank her for “taking care” of her leader. Ruby whimpered as Jaune turned a shade darker. Ruby had realized it back when they were still on the road to Mistral, but Nora’s intuition was downright scary sometimes.

Ruby looked helplessly to her partner and realized Nora wasn’t the only one who figured it out. Weiss’s smile was small but pleased as she gave Ruby a single proud nod. Maybe Weiss was calling her a dolt for a different reason all along.

Ruby and Jaune finally had a chance to talk the day he got out of the hospital. He told her that he’d been struggling with the same problem she had. To her dismay, he agreed that they had to be smart about this. The stakes were too high and they had too many people they cared about to let them down by getting distracted with a relationship. Just knowing how the other felt would have to be enough for now.

They could still be smart. They had a momentary lapse in judgment but they would get their act together. They were leaders. They had responsibilities. They were going to be smart!

They lasted three days.

To be fair, three days was the longest Ruby had ever held off on anything she wanted so badly. And really, it was Jaune’s fault. It was easier when their friends were around to act as unknowing chaperones but none of their friends went to leadership class with them and that’s where Jaune doomed them.

He held her hand. No prompting, no warning, he just took her hand halfway through lecture and didn’t let go until class was dismissed. She couldn’t remember a thing from that lecture and, judging by the look on his face, Jaune didn’t either.

The floodgates were open. They played footsies at lunch, leaned against one another whenever their teams watched movies (but not so much that anyone noticed) and even held hands using a pillow to hide them. It was all very dumb and childish, Ruby thought, especially compared to what they were about to do in that hospital room. She was worried she’d reenact that in a heartbeat if she were given the chance and then she’d be completely done for.

They were getting dumber by the minute but this was still salvageable. They just needed a plan.

They didn’t realize someone else already had one ready for them.

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Sitting in class with Jaune one day, Yang sent her a message.

going 2 mantle with blake + everyone for faunus stuff, gonna hit the town after, call when on ur way

Ruby sighed. She was never big on the night life, but maybe it’d be fun. As long as Yang didn’t make them go to a club…

Her scroll buzzed again. Nora this time.

you can have the room, we’ll be out aaaaallllll night ;)

Ruby spluttered, giving Jaune’s hand an unintentional squeeze. He looked over at her with an eyebrow raised in confusion. She shook her head silently at him and pretended to turn her attention back to class as the heat started creeping up her neck. Stupid Nora being a bad influence…

She was trying to do the smart thing here!

As they made their way back to their rooms, Ruby’s mind and heart was racing. She should just tell him about going down to Mantle and everything would be fine. They could hold hands on the way down even, that was still within reason!

Her scroll buzzed again. Weiss?

I left something on your bed.

Okay…? Maybe she wanted her to bring it along with them? A moment later, she added to it.

Don’t be a dolt.

Ruby swallowed. Jaune was already breaking away from her, saying something about checking with Ren and Nora as he went towards his team’s room.

Ruby let herself into her own room and quickly made her way to the bed where a small plastic bag was waiting for her. Steeling herself, she took a quick peek inside and immediately closed the bag tight again.

Was that a box of…? Yup. Definitely. Couldn’t be anything else. Now her heart was really hammering. Nora she could understand, but even Weiss? Weiss had to have understood the responsibility that rested on Ruby’s shoulders. She had no choice but to be the smart one here. Taking a shuddering breath, Ruby turned on her heel and left the room, bag unknowingly clutched tight in her shaking hands.

Jaune stood stock-still in the doorway of JNPR’s room, staring dumbly at something within. He didn’t respond when she quietly said his name so she squeezed past him to see what he was looking at.

The amount of candles Nora had strewn all over the dorm was downright comical.

She chuckled anxiously at the scene and looked down at the bag she had in her hands, the box inside most likely crushed by her nervous fingers.

Turning back to him, she noticed Jaune staring at her. He looked nervous too, and excited. Just like her.

Wetting her lips, she smiled up at him and took his hand. He gave it a gentle squeeze in response and smiled down at her. They were both shaking slightly with nervous anticipation and when Ruby pulled him further into the room he followed eagerly, letting the door close behind them.

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Welp, so much for being smart.

But as she lay in a bed just a tad too small for two, Jaune’s soft snoring tickling the back of her neck, Ruby found being dumb suited her just fine.

#rwby #rwby lancaster #ruby rose #jaune arc #waking up in atlas

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dragonswordmaster · 4 years

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Memories Go By Day 4 – Combat Ready!

@nuts-and-dolts-week

It had been two years since the Queen of Darkness, Salem, and her inner circle had taken over what was once a thriving academy training inspiring soldiers to fight Salem and her creatures: The Huntsmen Corps. One didn’t just get into the corps on merit alone; one had to earn a recommendation…either by the Hunter School they were going to or by a fellow Huntsman/Huntress.

Ruby Rose was one of the lucky few who had gained both: her Uncle Qrow, a veteran hunter on the frontlines had seen it all…and had seen the remarkable potential that Ruby had which was he willingly gave her a letter of recommendation. A letter that Ozpin took and nodded at. And right now…she wished that she was anywhere but here, getting her ass chewed out by one of her teammates.

“Ruby Rose, you dolt! You could have gotten everyone killed!” a white-haired female was yelling at her for the reckless actions that she had taken in the last battle. Even if they had won it, that didn’t mean that Ruby hadn’t recklessly charged into the fray.

“But I didn’t…”

“That’s not the point!”

“Weiss…you forget we have a secret weapon in the sky,” she commented before tapping the side of her head and pressed a button to the side of her head. “Penny, you there?”

“Affirmative. How can I help, Girlfriend Ruby?” Penny asked as she came down from being high up in the sky. There was another person who was helping fend off any Grimm that manned the skies, a mister Julian Chase, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that they had had intel from their teammate’s sister, ilia Belladonna, that there was going to be a raid on the east side of town tonight, one that they had just recently taken care of and were now back at their base and were taking the rest of the night off not only to celebrate, but to rest up from the battle.

“Can you please explain how you had my back, even if what I did was extremely risky?” Ruby asked as Weiss just sighed lightly at that and commented that there wasn’t any need and warned Ruby to not do it again…or else. With that comment said, she turned on her heel and headed back to the others. Once she was sufficiently gone from their sight, Penny turned towards Ruby and let a scowl form on her face, something that rarely happened.

“You do realize she’s right though? What if I couldn’t get to you in time or something else happened? I already lost my father…I don’t want to lose you too” Penny said softly before being wrapped up in a hug by Ruby. “It’s okay love…I’m not going anywhere, and I have you to thank for that. I’m ‘combat ready’ as you usually like to say,” Ruby replied before showing Penny that lovely smile of hers, causing the ginger to sigh lightly and shake her head. “And I’m not just saying that to make you feel better. I’ve practiced with Uncle Qrow before he went missing over the frontlines and trained with you and Yang for months to work on my close quarter combat skills. I’m still not as good as either of you though,” she commented with a sigh before hearing something in the distance. Penny heard it too as the both of them snapped their heads towards that direction.

“You heard that too…didn’t you?” Penny asked as Ruby nodded. “I take it you want to go check it out, even though that means we won’t be able to let the others know?” she asked as she received another nod from Ruby which caused her to sigh lightly. “Alright then, let’s go” she replied as she activated her thrusters while Ruby kept up with her by using her semblance. Arriving at the scene, the two let out a soft gasp at all the destruction that was caused.

“No…” Ruby stated softly as she looked at the bloodied landscape in front of them. This was horrible, but they both knew that this was what they were trying to protect; to make sure that something like this wouldn’t happen elsewhere. With that thought in mind, Ruby activated her weapon and semblance before charging into the fray, her scythe cutting through several of Salem’s minions at once, knowing that Penny was doing the same. Twirling around the handle of her scythe, Ruby kicked the Beowulf’s muzzle before bringing her scythe around in order to behead it.

“Still ready to fight?” Ruby asked as she felt Penny to her back and got a small confirmation before feeling Penny starting to use her swords as lasers, putting several holes in Grimm…and some of the houses that were currently empty.

“Careful love…Weiss doesn’t even let her girlfriend and my sister get away with collateral damage if she can help it,” Ruby commented before switching her scythe into its sniper mode and shooting a Nevermore Grimm in the mask, taking it down easily.

“True…but you know I can’t fully control how far my lasers shoot!” Penny replied before realizing how good it was that Yang wasn’t here to hear that, most likely turning that into a sex joke or something, knowing her. Ten minutes later and the worst of it was over…black soot covering the ground before the wind picked it up and scattered it to the four corners of the world.

“Well…that was a fun battle date. Think we should do it ag-…” Ruby started to say before both she and Penny heard a large howl off in the distance and trees falling over as well. Apparently, the group’s ‘leader’ wasn’t happy about the two of them taking down his fleet and was now looking to repay them back in kind.

“Battle dates aren’t fun though…” Penny whined as she readied all of her swords, each of them flying out and around her in a perfect circle. The two of them had a feeling that this wasn’t going to be easy… “Love...you still combat ready?” Ruby asked, hoping they could take whatever came out of the treeline.

#Nuts-and-Dolts-Week #ruby rose #penny polendina #RWBY

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razorblade180 · 5 years

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You mentioned before the manner of behavior characters will have in your stories (Yang acting more like Ruby when she's with Jaune). How do you go about deciding characters' personalities when writing them?

I think I’ve had the benefit of joining this fandom a little late. There was a bunch of fanfiction already created and I had plenty of time to read them before I really started writing myself. Going from story to story I started to see that a fair amount followed the same trend when it came to writing ships. (Yang disapproving of Lancaster, Jaune extremely depressed, Weiss’s serious side, Blake being calm, etc.)

That combined with the show proper only really showing characters with two or three kinds of emotions they might flip through burnt me out of seeing them like that. So I got to thinking about traits I’d love to see them express, or traits they have but never really shine through a lot.

No one can argue that Ruby would want to beat up someone who hurts her friends, but we don’t get see her fight anyone and have the aggression of a person who’s trying to beat someone up for a friend. So any time I get the chance to test one of Ruby’s bonds I like to put a little bit more bite behind everything she does because it just makes sense to me that she would be upset that something is messing with her loved ones. I’ll make her confront Yang if she is trying to hinder a relationship with Jaune. He will be chastised by her if he does something viable to get himself or his friends killed out of recklessness. A villain or a flirt will have to deal with her attitude. It’s all out of all love.

Nora is usually made to be a little ditzy or just tension relief but we know she can offer wisdom. Writing her being loving and caring isn’t hard because we know she can do it; we’re just used to someone else doing it. Yeah I keep Nora’s antics in but I also like her being the one to offer genuine comfort in emotional situations. Anytime I write Weiss being stressed out about her emotions (especially with Jaune) I usually consider Yang or Nora because both of them show instances where they can just be really comforting people.

Weiss always has something weighing on her mind in the show so having her live in the moment during something is enjoyable. Let her attempt a joke, being a little crude, wear her emotions on her sleeve, etc. Instead of her acting like “I won’t do this because I find it in proper.” I try to make it more of “I’m going to do this but I’m going to be clumsy at it because I’d never dreamed I’d do it.” Her showing public displays of affection is infectious to her. Saying “I love you” takes either a lot of effort or it’s overflowing with emotions. No matter what trait I give her I take it to some form of extreme because a reserved and poised Weiss is what she always try’s to be; not what she wants to be. (Weiss is like a P5 character to me. She’s ripping the mask off)

Yang is always seen as a firm wall of resolve, crumbling to complete pieces, a social butterfly, or angry. I just wanted to make a Yang that has moments where she’s not exactly a mess, but things still get to her and it shows. I’ve read plenty of things that always have her being the more aggressive purser in any ship, so I just make it an even playing field with Jaune. His active advances can show her being the shy one that’s caught off guard. Maybe the our tough girl wants to be the one held sometimes. A softer Yang just shows that it takes effort to be that strong wall people love.

Blake is always serious so I let her have fun. That’s honestly about it lol. Yeah her past is darker than the rest but she’s still a teen among her friends. Raven from teen titans had moments where she went along with the antics and cut loose a bit. I’d imagine Blake would be no different. My version of knightshade is literally those two being teens. Concerts, late night calls, hangout spots, dumb movie choices. Most stories I see are about trudging up the past and facing it. I’m more interested in a Blake that takes a day to finally gets to see her favorite band perform live because that’s something her past prevented.

These are just a few examples but I literally just sit back and think for a minute of ways these characters would probably act when they’re not constantly trying to be some kind of perfect version of them self. If you write an Adam that’s not thinking about Blake or vengeance then he’s automatically going to more interesting then his show counterpart in my opinion. Jaune can easily be many things because we’ve seen him express so many emotions. (Any person who writes Jaune always has a certain twist to him) I make Emerald care for others like we know she can. We know Mercury has a heart so I make him show it. Raven clearly has. a lot of conflicting emotions and looks like she loves Yang. So a vulnerable Raven with awkward social skills talking to a Yang who would love to let down her guard and be kid just works.

I don’t think what I’m doing is special, I’m just highlighting emotions the characters either try to conceal or emotions that they really should have given their circumstances.

#rwby #rwby ships #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #nora valkryie #jaune arc #raven branwen #rwby lancaster #rwby dragonslayer #rwby knightshade #rwby whiteknight #emerald sustrai #mercury black

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6 Things RWBY Volume 7 Needs to do

With RWBY Volume 7 literally days away, there’s a lot of speculation about what will happen to our heroes in Atlas. Volume 7 is shaping up to be a pivotal time not only for teams RWBY, JNR, Qrow, Oscar and Maria, but for the series as a whole. The group has come a long way since leaving Vale and Atlas needs to be the biggest challenge they’ve faced yet.

With that in mind, here are 6 things that Volume 7 needs to do in order to make this volume stand out.

1. Focus on Weiss

It can’t be argued that Weiss has come a long way from her introduction in Volume 1. Volume 4 especially laid the groundwork for Weiss’s development when she chose to forge her own path rather than stay under the cold thumb of her father.

Since then, however, not a lot of attention has been given to Weiss. We got a touching reunion between her and Yang (and later Ruby) and she certainly kept her cool when she set the Brunswick house on fire to stop the Apathy’s pursuit. Now, with the party arriving at Atlas, it’s important that the volume take the time to focus on her, her feelings about being back so soon after leaving, reactions regarding what Atlas has become and (hopefully) a showdown between her and her father – or at least Whitley. Hell, a reunion with Winter would certainly be welcome as would an introduction to the elusive Willow Schnee.

Of course, I’m not looking for the rest of the cast to take a complete backseat (some attention thrown Oscar’s way and how he’s dealing with his situation, would be nice), but the main focus of the volume when it comes to characterization needs to be on Weiss. The volume should take the opportunity to develop her character further, work on the relationship between her and Yang that was touched on in Volume 5, and lay the framework for continued relationship building with Blake and Ruby and maybe members of team JNR as well.

2. Show (Don’t Tell) the Civil Unrest in Atlas…and some Faunus Discrimination too.

RWBY has a bad habit of telling us a lot of things, but not actually showing any of it to us. Volume 5 spent too much time in the teams’ safe house and not enough time out exploring the Kingdom of Mistral. Not to mention that we have had our ears talked off about how badly the Faunus are treated, but to date have not seen much to back that up. With the exception of Jinn’s vision in Volume 6, exposition has been given by way of a lot of talking and little showing.

The trailer for Volume 7 teases us with scenes from a very dark city (Atlas? Mantle?) where the people are very unhappy and we hear a voice over from Weiss observing that “This isn’t right”.

It’s hopeful that this means we’ll actually get to see the affect the fall of Vale and the subsequent closing of Atlas’s boarders has had on the people of living in the kingdom. Has Ironwood gone too far with the idea of a military state? Has martial law been declared? Are things so bad that civil war threatens to tear apart the country if the grimm don’t get to it first?

Whatever is going on in Atlas, it’s vital that Volume 7 takes the time to show it to us rather than have Ironwood (or anyone else) simply explain the situation to Ruby and the others. In order of us to really grasp how things “are not right”, we need to see it for ourselves.

Same goes for some negative treatment of the Faunus. Mistreatment, even oppression, of the Faunus has been something repeated again and again over the course of the series, but not something we have actually seen much of. Granted, it’s not easy to write (much less watch) the cruel treatment of others, however, it is something that needs to be seen in order to carry any kind of weight. This is especially true if the audience is meant to be sympathetic towards the Faunus. Considering Atlas is supposed to be the most offending country when it comes to Faunus rights, Volume 7 absolutely must show how the Faunus living there are treated, especially during this time of social strife and unrest.

3. Ruby Learns that there are Consequences to Her Actions

Ruby really came into her own as a leader during the events of Volume 6, something that was a long time coming and was fun and rewarding to watch. However, there is a significant difference between being a leader and being overconfident to the point where you’re reckless – like diving headfirst up the barrel of a buster cannon during combat.

Part of being a good leader is realizing that your actions have consequences, not only for yourself, but for your team as well. This is a lesson Ruby hasn’t seemed to have learned yet and one she should have learned back in Volume 4 when she butted into the fight with Tyrian after Qrow told her to stay back. Qrow, fortunately, recovered from that encounter and for whatever reason, the event has never been brought up again. Furthermore, Ruby’s “We Don’t Need Adults” speech in Episode 9 of Vol. 6 (Lost) underlines the fact she has a lot to learn when it comes to the idea that her actions have consequences. Especially considering that no, Ruby, you wouldn’t have gotten to Mistral had it not been for the adults in your life stepping in and helping out.

I will admit that the fight with Tyrian showed Ruby’s sense of responsibility (“I can’t stand by while someone gets hurt”). However, she hasn’t quite learned about taking responsibility when her actions cause problems for others or puts them directly in harm’s way, or risks her own life needlessly. Ruby needs to learn this lesson and she needs to learn it the hard way.

We all make mistakes. Let Ruby make her own that have serious repercussions not only for her but to those who follow her. Let her face those repercussions. Doing so will not only make her more relatable as a character, but will help her to continue to grow into the great leader and hero she is being set up to be rather than being a girl who can do no wrong (even when she does).

4. A Limit to the Silver Eyes

Ruby has learned to control her Silver Eyes too easily and too quickly. Yes, it took her two tries in order to use them on the Leviathan at the end of Volume 6, and she didn’t freeze it permanently, but she still was able to do it just with the meager information Maria had given her earlier in the volume.

The other two times Ruby used her eyes she was under great emotional distress and she had little to no control over what she was doing, much less an understanding of what she was doing. This is what made the concept of Silver Eyes so appealing and so mysterious. The appeal was taken even further when it became obvious that not a lot of people knew anything about the Silver Eyes (if anyone did at all), and that Ruby was going to have to figure it out on her own and we would figure it out with her.

However, by the end of Volume 6, and after one conversation with Maria (in which the huntress didn’t provide Ruby with much information we didn’t already know), Ruby seems able to use her eyes no problem and against a gigantic beast that was supposed to be an imposing threat against Argus. The issue here is since she was able to use her power on something so imposing, any time she doesn’t use it on much smaller grimm will come across as being forgetful at best and negligent at worst. It also mitigates any threat the grimm still have, turning them into more of an annoyance than anything else.

This can be avoided, however, if Ruby learns that there is some kind of limit to her power. I’m inclined to believe that there is considering that in Maria’s flashback, she only used her eyes against one nevermore and only after she had defeated the first using her weapons. This is only a theory, of course, but a limitation on the power will keep it from becoming too powerful too quickly and keep the grimm a reasonable threat.

5. A Reconciliation (of sorts) with Ozpin

Volume 6 changed Ozpin from a righteous and wise figure our heroes followed without question and humanized him, giving him flaws and faults and casting him in shades of grey. I loved every minute of it!

But Ozpin has had his time to brood and has made it clear that he hasn’t completely retreated to the recesses of Oscar’s mind. So, now is the time for him to attempt to reach back out to the people who are still carrying on his mission, with or without him.

Let’s be clear here: Ozpin was 100% in the wrong for keeping secrets from those who were loyal to him. However, I can sympathize with his reasoning and I can certainly sympathize with the overall reaction from Team RWBY and Qrow when his secrets finally came to light. But here is the main take away from this scenario: no one is absolutely right or absolutely wrong. No one is meant to be. It isn’t about who is right and who is wrong. I mentioned this before, but its about taking responsibility for the decisions you’ve made, right or wrong, good intentions or no.

I’m not talking about total forgiveness here. There was a gross betrayal of trust on Ozpin’s part and he should have to work hard to gain that trust back. However, having him reach out to the group, and having them respond (perhaps having an actual conversation about what happened), would provide for some fantastic character moments during quieter scenes. It would also be a great parallel for Ruby, as she too comes to understand that there are consequences for her decisions as well.

6. A Defeat at Atlas

The end of Volume 3 changed everything for RWBY. Though technically Ruby, her team and her friends weren’t completely defeated at Vale (the relic there still remains unclaimed...as far as we have been told...), they were shown for the first time that there are forces closer than they think that are incredibly strong and just how unprepared they were to face them.

Volume 7 needs to do something similar. The convergence of Watts, Tyrian, Cinder and Salem (along with her flying monkeys) on Atlas at once is the perfect time for our antagonists to re-establish their threat to RWBY and Co., as well as to us as an audience. Salem, especially, needs to continue to be a considerable looming threat and its time that she come out of the shadows to show our heroes just what she is capable of and why their mission against her is so important.

Now, I’m not calling for Atlas to come crashing down to the ground (though wouldn’t that be a spectacle), but the group needs to experience some kind of loss – either the loss of a relic, a maiden or even a teammate – to show them how far they still have to go if they ever hope to stand up to Salem…much less the gods themselves.

There you have it. The 6 things that (I think) RWBY Volume 7 needs to do in order for it to be as epic as I think it could be. There are a couple other things that I’d like to see this volume: Some good team combos (we got a great teaser with Weiss and Ren in the scene that was recently released), learning more about Summer (come on! Its been 7 years, throw us a bone already!) and Ironwood sporting the world’s best beard. However, that’s more of a wish list and doesn’t really have a lot of baring on whether or not the story will be good. Maybe I’ll do a post sometime between now and when the volume premiers talking about that. Maybe.

#rwby #rwby vol7 #ruby rose #weiss schnee #salem

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Team NWBE Update

What's good, my dudes?

So a while back, I brought up that Team NWBE would be a thing, like an ACTUAL thing, not just a half-decent naming convention. And, well, good news! I finished their base designs, so you'll get to see them soon!

How soon will depend on the amount of free time I get, but eh, we can't have everything.

So while I'm getting the team's profiles in order, what I CAN show you guys is their emblems, and maybe drop a bit of information about them. Not everything, though, 'cause where's the fun in that?

Alright, no more bush beating! BEGIN!

+Team NWBE

Before we get to the actual team members, let's talk a bit about RWBY and JNPR really quick.

In the original series, RWBY and JNPR were set up as foils for another. When I started putting Noilimrev's character together, I noticed that he was sort of an inbetween for Ruby and Jaune; his Semblance made him fast and sturdy, and he had experience as a huntsman, but not all of it was legal. More on that at a later date. In any case, I wanted to go for a similar angle for the rest of Team NWBE; inbetweens for the members of RWBY and JNPR. When I get the chance, I'm probably going to write an entire AU Fanfic about them being the 3rd main team to RWBY and JNPR. But for now, here's how each of them pan out...

Noilimrev "Rev" Mathewton

Age: 15

Species: Human

Weapon: Sangre León

Background: Rev is the leader of Team NWBE. He's actually surprisingly close to Ruby, having met her the night of the Dust shop break in. Because he just so happened to be there (he's as reckless as Ruby at times, which is a problem if there's TWO reckless dolts), he also gets scouted by Ozpin after they get rescued by Glynda. This is how he makes it to Beacon, which is great for Ruby, since she has someone her own age to relate to. They eventually meet Jaune, and thus, the soon-to-be Team Leader Trio is formed.

Rev is never one to back down from a worthwhile challenge. If he thinks he can get it done, he'll do it. While he does carry a strong sense of justice within him, his alignment falls under "chaotic good," meaning he does some things he probably shouldn't if it's for the greater good. I'd go into greater detail, but that'll be explained when Rev gets his own profile. For now, let's check out the W in NWBE...

Adasia "Aday" Wurk

Age: 17

Species: Human

Weapon: R.P.G. AXE-C

Background: Being the second member of Team NWBE, Aday acts as the in-between for Weiss and Nora. Since she's not uber rich or an orphan, her upbringing was shockingly normal. She's incredibly down to earth for being a huntress, but she does appreciate a good challenge. This is probably why she's dominated any video game she's gotten her hands on since she was a kid. Of course, video games can only occupy you for so long. And Aday's ready to take on the real world by storm... when she's not being the voice of reason for her team. Seriously, how does REV not know how to be normal!? Looks like another challenge...

Brutus "Jury" Mythos

Age: 17

Species: Faunus

Weapon: Coerced Judiciary

Background: Jury's life has not been an easy one. While he's a skilled combatant like his fellow third team members Blake and Pyrrha, he also has his fair share of issues. Between being a faunus, losing his parents, joining the White Fang, and later deserting into the clutches of something worse, he's got a lot of guilt he has to work through.

He may come off as the strong silent type, but really the poor boy just doesn't know what to say. He's been surrounded by extremism for so long he just WISHES things could be normal. And while it takes a while for him to warm up to his teammates, he does eventually get the hang of the whole "good guy" deal. And with the help of his friends, maybe they can be the heroes the world needs when the time comes...

Eterna "Sage" Wisden

Age: 17

Species: Faunus

Weapon: Nirvanarms

Sage is a docile spirit. While she rarely speaks or speaks too much in one go, she actually has most of her life put together. The joys of enlightenment. When Aday isn't busy being the voice of reason, that duty goes to Sage. She is wise beyond her years, and acts as a sort of therapist for when the group gets into deeper troubles. Make no mistake, though. Being the last member of her team alongside Yang and Ren makes her an especially deadly force if she's compelled. Her proficiency in fisticuffs is surprisingly lethal...

So yeah, that's a sneak peak at Team NWBE! Hope you guys like them! Can't wait to show them off more. See ya next time!

-Mathewton, the RWBY Newbie (23 March 2020)

#rwby #rwby oc #rwby original character #rwby-nwbe #team nwbe #noilimrev mathewton #adasia wurk #brutus mythos #eterna wisden #nwbe rev #nwbe aday #nwbe jury #nwbe sage #hoo boy #can't wait to see where this goes!

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Ladybug Week Day 6 - Kitchen Disaster

Day 5 Day 7

Word Count: 4881

The thing about working freelance is that sometimes there isn’t any work to be had. Sometimes you get a tip about a job on a distant moon, so you fly halfway across the system just to find out someone beat you to it. Then you’re stuck flying back at half-speed to a more populated part of the system in order to conserve fuel, struggling to find ways to pass the time that won’t eat through money you don’t have.

“Ruby, where did you put my flamethrower?”

Blake was sitting in Crescent Rose’s common room reading her newest novel when Yang’s voice chimed over the intercom, signaling the beginning of the day’s unrequested excitement.

Moments later, Ruby returned with, “I put it back in the weapons locker. Where it belongs. Should I be concerned right now?”

“No, no need to be concerned. We have everything under control. Right, Weiss?”

“Can’t talk right now, busy,” Weiss responded. A loud crash preceded the intercom cutting out.

Blake turned to look behind her. The kitchen was in a small alcove, just to the side of the common room, where she’d seen Weiss and Yang head about an hour ago. She’d been filtering out their bickering/flirting since then, until she’d heard one of them run out moments earlier, heading towards the cockpit door. Past the kitchen counter, she could see Weiss struggling with some amorphous blob.

Sighing, Blake marked her spot and placed her book down on the nearby table. What were those two up to this time?

Across the room the door to the main battery opened and Ruby stepped through. Her skin and clothes, a pair of overalls and an old shirt, were covered in grease and other unrecognizable fluids. Her hair was being held back from her face by a pair of goggles perched atop her head. “What’s happening this time?” she demanded to know.

Blake thrust her thumb over her shoulder. Ruby’s gaze followed where she was pointing; when she saw the state of the kitchen she ran a hand over her face, managing to dirty it further. “Someone’s losing kitchen privileges for this,” she muttered.

The couple made their way across the room just in time for Weiss to slam a lid down atop a 10-gallon pot. She struggled to keep it in place.

“Are we doing chemistry experiments in the kitchen again, Weiss?” Ruby didn’t get angry about many things, but reckless behavior that damaged her ship was one such thing. After what had happened the last few times Yang and Weiss had gotten bored, the razor edge in her voice was far from unwarranted.

“Of course not. We learned our lesson last time,” Weiss assured her. The pot in her grasp shook violently. “We were cooking, which Yang has assured me doesn’t count as chemistry.”

Ruby didn’t immediately snap at her. “Go on,” she said.

Motes of light flickered and swirled within Weiss, signs of anxiety and embarrassment. “When we were at the market yesterday I saw this strange animal being sold that I’d never seen before. I thought it might be fun to try and cook, so I bought it.” The pot shook again, and Weiss sped up her story in response. “Yang found out about it and thought we could make a stew. It was turning out really well; Yang even said it tasted good when she tried it. Then things might have gotten a tiny bit out of control.”

Blake cocked her head to the side, taking in the whole of Weiss’ being, as if to remind herself that her friend was, in fact, still made of crystal. “Weiss, you don’t even eat food. What made you think experimenting with cooking was a good idea?”

Some manner of sludge began leaking out of the gap between the lid and pot. It was thick, brownish-blue, and it bubbled when it hit the air. “I wanted to do something nice for the crew!” Weiss shouted, and in that moment she lost the struggle with her foe. The lid flew out of her hands, catching her on the head as it went. The contents of the pot followed moments later.

It moved too fast even for Blake’s eyes to track. One moment it was in the pot, the next it had tackled Weiss to the ground and spread across most her body. She only got an impression of colors, mostly purple and blue, before it disappeared again.

Weiss attempted to rise to her feet, but stumbled. Blake rushed forward to catch her before Ruby could try the same; Weiss was a heavy weight for a human to lift, being mostly rock, but Blake was more metal than not, so the weight meant little to her.

“I…not… so feel.” Weiss’ translator was having a hard time interpreting her words. Blake’s own fluency in Atlesian wasn’t serving her much better; every spot on her that the… thing had touched was glowing an iridescent ultraviolet in a shade Blake had never seen before.

“That doesn’t look good,” Ruby said

“We should get her downstairs,” Blake said in agreement.

Ruby moved to help her, then hesitated. “Where’s Yang? If she went to the cockpit to look for her flamethrower, then she should’ve been back by now.”

“Maybe she went to the weapons lockers in storage?” Blake offered. Then another thought hit her. “Weiss said she taste-tested the stew before it turned into whatever that was.”

“Oh no.” Blake couldn’t help but agree with Ruby’s sentiments. “Okay, you get Weiss down to the medbay; I’ll go find Yang.”

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Of the four members of Crescent Rose’s crew, Weiss was the one with the most medical knowledge. She wasn’t a professional, but she had thorough first aid training for all intelligent species. So of course she was the first one to be taken out when a monster attacked.

Blake knew how to care for FAUNIS, but her knowledge of the other species was limited. Still, Weiss had made sure they each knew the basics early on. She knew materia fed by absorbing minerals and nutrients in a water solution through their outermost layers, and that this made them especially susceptible to what few toxins could affect them.

She tore through the various drawers and cabinets until she found what she was looking for. It was a tube of translucent paste that she began slathering generously on the affected parts of Weiss’ body. The paste was a general antivenin that was supposed to draw out toxins from a materia while also encouraging the body’s natural defenses. Attempting and failing to move Weiss’ arm proved that she’d already gone static as her body attempted to use its own methods to remove the invading substance.

As Blake finished emptying the last of the tube, the door opened. Ruby came through, carrying an unconscious Yang to an unoccupied bed.

“How’s Weiss doing?” Ruby asked.

“Still glowing; still alive,” Blake answered. “Yang?”

“I found her passed out on the cockpit stairs. She’s even hotter than usual. What do we do?”

Blake wished she knew. If Yang had eaten something poisonous then maybe, “Induce vomiting?”

“She’s unconscious,” Ruby countered. “What if she chokes? I’m going to get her an IV and a wet cloth.”

As Blake washed her hands of the residual paste, she wondered aloud, “What kind of creature can poison both a materia and a protean? Their biology is so different; I’ve never heard of anything that could do that.”

“I don’t know,” Ruby replied, talking as she worked, “but I intend to kill it before it gets anyone else.”

Blake nodded in understanding. “How far out are we from Eltanin?”

“About an hour and a half. When I’m done here I’ll go set up the autopilot to land us at our usual dock. Meanwhile, I want all hands on deck for this. Go find our fifth crewmate and bring him here. And get our weapons, too.”

Brake managed to suppress her grimace. She didn’t like the newest addition to their crew, but she had to admit he had his uses. Hunting a mystery monster was one of the few things she could rely on him to do.

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Zwei had only been with the Crescent Rose for a few weeks, but already he loved it. There were so many corners to poke around in and the new people were so much fun. The long trip here via mail crate had been more than worth it.

One of the new people, the one who liked to play hide-and-seek with him, had picked him up and was taking him somewhere. The sounds that people made were difficult to understand, but he could learn names and this one was called Blake. He didn’t understand what she was saying, but he caught the names “Yang” and “Weiss”, who were two of his favorite people. Zwei had known Yang for his entire life; she was a girl who was always ready to roll around in the dirt or pull on a rope with him. Weiss was newer, but she liked to pamper him with treats and cuddles, and Zwei’s affections were easily bought by such people.

Zwei was rather dismayed to find both of the people in question lying flat on their backs, the stench of sickness covering them. Ruby, his favoritest person in the world, was there too, though she was thankfully on her feet. She gave him only one command. “Hunt.”

Zwei knew how to hunt. As Blake lifted him towards both of the sick girls in turn, Zwei got a careful sniff of each. They were very different kinds of creatures, normally with very different smells (except on the rare mornings where they smelled like each other for a while), but there was something within the stench of sickness that they both shared. An underlying smell that suggested something had done this to them, and now Ruby wanted him to find it.

The moment his paws hit the floor he was off. Out the door and up the stairs, straight towards the food room, a place he normally wasn’t allowed in. He squashed the urge to slip open the fridge and steal a quick bite; there was more important work to be done. And anyway, he’d probably get a treat when this was all over.

A large pot lay fallen on the floor. Zwei poked his head inside. Yup, this was the strongest source of the smell. It must’ve come from inside the pot. He committed the scent to memory, then began to follow it. The trail led him out of the food room, past the couches, and into the large room with all the hanging cords, large pillars, and flashing tables that Ruby spent so much time in.

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“If this thing hurts my baby, I’m going to kill it,” Ruby said.

“I thought we were already planning on killing it,” Blake countered.

“Then I’ll kill it twice. It’s bad enough that it attacked my crew, I won’t be having it hurt my ship too.”

The main battery, along with the connecting engine room, was undeniably Ruby’s domain. The others didn’t spend much time in either places, usually only poking their heads in if an extra pair of hands were needed. With a crew as small as theirs was, everyone branched out from their specialty and learned other jobs, but Ruby was still the best engineer around. And the captain. And the best shot with the main gun, even if its computers did most of the heavy lifting. And, along with Blake, one of the only people on the ship who could man all the secondary guns simultaneously without a major drop in effectiveness.

Maybe she should delegate more.

The room was huge, taking up about a quarter of the ship’s third level. Thick wires and glowing tubes hung from the ceiling, connecting up to the massive main gun that sat atop the ship, itself about half as long as Crescent Rose. The main body of the gun took up most of the center of the room, surrounded by computer banks and held up by pillars so that it cleared the floor by about a meter and a half.

Zwei was wandering about the room, nose to the ground and following whatever trail he’d found. Ruby followed hot on his tail, eyes casting about and ears straining for any sign of their quarry. Boots on the metal floor made a heavy sound that echoed off the walls.

Movement in the corner of her eye had her whipping Bright Thorn around in its direction. Nothing, just an empty bank of flashing panels.

Zwei’s tracking took him between the central pillars and under the main gun. Ruby hesitated at the edge. Open panels and dangling wires from previous patch jobs reduced the already limited headspace underneath; following him would severely limit her mobility if attacked. She crouched down, following her corgi with her eyes as he darted here and there, trying to follow a much faster prey.

The lights cut out.

“Great,” Blake said. “We’re hunting a monster, on our own ship, in the dark. This is how horror stories start.”

“You have night vision,” Ruby snarked back, flipping on the flashlight attached to her gun. “What are you complaining about?”

“I’m just saying.”

Ruby shook her head in exasperated fondness. “I’m more concerned with why they went out. Either this thing is smart enough to intentionally cut the lights, or it’s attacking indiscriminately and getting lucky.” She rose from her crouch, standing back-to-back with her partner as they surveyed the room. “Whichever it is, now I have to kill it twice.”

Lazer fire behind her had her spinning around, Bright Thorn raised and ready to fire. “It came out of the wall,” Blake said, rapidly firing her lazpistol, first along the ground, then up overhead. Ruby tracked her shots trying to follow with her light.

“Ventilation shaft?” she asked.

“Maybe.”

She caught sight of a blur, passing through the circle of light projected on the ceiling for only an instant, but it was enough. She pulled her trigger and the thing dropped, releasing a whine like a deflating balloon as it fell.

If the shot injured it, it wasn’t enough to kill. By the time Ruby’s flashlight was pointed at the ground it was gone, only a small, bulbous part of it momentarily visible speeding away towards the center of the room.

“Zwei, look out!” Ruby called.

A series of barks and growls spoke of a tremendous battle between beast and monster. Ruby caught only flashes of it, as Zwei tumbled with and tore into something that was less of a shape, and more the impression of a mouth on a lump the color of an oil spill. She couldn’t even get a solid grasp on how big it was, with how fast and how much it moved, thought it at least seemed to be no larger than a fully-grown corgi. The thing tackled Zwei, knocking him out of sight. Before Ruby could refocus her light, Zwei let out a loud, pained yip and ran straight towards them, sliding to a stop and collapsing at Blake’s feet.

“Some fearsome monster hunter you are,” she said, scooping him up in one arm, the pistol in her other still sweeping the room. She paused her sweep, turning her attention more heavily on the dog in her arms. “He’s breathing really heavily, and I think I see a bit of blood.”

“Okay,” Ruby said, trying not to let her worry take control of the situation. She could do this. “Let’s fall back for now, get Zwei downstairs. Head towards the hatch at the back of the room.”

There were four ways in or out of the main battery. One was the door they came in through, and opposite it, on the far end of the room, was a door that led deeper into the guts of the ship, towards the engine and fuel tanks. Near the rear door was also a lift that connected all three of the ships levels, as well as a ladder, covered by a hatch, that exited near the medbay on the second floor.

The pair swept the room as they headed towards the ladder. This time, Ruby was the first to spot it. It moved too fast for her to line up a proper shot, but she fired anyway. The sound drew Blake’s attention, and she fired her own gun.

“Keep it away from the exits.” Ruby ordered. Together they managed to herd it towards the center of the room, firing ahead of it anytime it tried to head towards a wall or pillar, until they reached their destination.

Ruby knelt to open the hatch while Blake kept firing, her efforts alone less effective than the two together had been. Her success was marked by a beam of light from the lower level shining into the room. “Go,” Ruby commanded. Blake forewent the ladder, jumping backwards and dropping the entire distance in one go. Ruby swung onto the top rung, firing one last shot as she went, then slammed the hatch shut above her. Embedded in the wall nearby was a lever under a glass lid. Ruby lifted the lid, pulled the lever, twisted, and pushed it back in. A clunk echoed from the hatch.

“That’ll seal off the room. Even the ventilation is locked down now.” Ruby joined Blake on the second level. “It should hold for a bit, but I don’t want to leave it for long. How’s he doing?”

Blake held Zwei out for Ruby to see. His wounds were more visible in the still-active lighting of the hallway. He was indeed bleeding, from a bite mark on his side that was turning a disturbing shade of purple.

“Not you too, Zwei,” she moaned, letting Bright Thorn hang from his strap as she took the dog into her arms. “I’m going to get him set up in the medbay. When I get back, we’ll finish this thing off.”

The hatch above them shook violently, as if something had just slammed into it at high speeds. “Maybe hurry?” Blake offered, sword and gun drawn as she stared down the hatch.

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When Ruby returned, it was to a changed hallway. Blake was on the floor and the nearby lift was peeled open, the doors bending outwards. She rushed to Blake’s side, glad to see she was still conscious and struggling to her feet.

“Are you okay?” she asked, helping her up. “What happened?” Ruby fretted nervously, checking Blake over for bite marks or blood.

“I’m fine,” Blake assured her, waving off concerned hands, “just dazed. I wasn’t watching my six and it tackled me. There’s no lasting damage.”

Ruby eyed her suspiciously, not failing to notice the difficulty she showed finding her balance again. “You’ll let me know if you start to feel sick, right?”

Blake backed off, finally standing on her own without aid, and bowed exaggeratedly at the waist. “Of course, my queen.”

“Blaaaake,” Ruby whined, “don’t call me that. It’s embarrassing.”

A cute smirk played across Blake’s face. “As you wish, your majesty.”

Ruby huffed, ignoring the blush she could feel forming on her face and not dignifying Blake with another response. “Did you see which way it went?”

There weren’t a whole lot of places it could’ve gone. Aside from back the way Ruby came, or back the way it came, it’s only options for escape were down the stairs to the storage bay or… or down the hallway Blake was pointing at.

Exhaustion leaked out of her in a low moan. “Not life support,” she complained. Why did this thing keep getting into the sensitive parts of the ship?

“Royalty first,” Blake said, sweeping her arm in the direction they were headed.

“You’re a big old teasing meanie,” Ruby said, but she led the way regardless.

The life support room was more like a wide hallway than a room, several times longer than it was wide. It was full of variously-sized criss-crossing pipes, clumped together in places and jutting out of the walls at all angles, and thick, twisted cords of dozens or more wires stretching across the ceiling and walls. They were accompanied by controls and sensors for electrical energy, air circulation, and water filtration, amongst other things. Several large, boxy generators sat at the back of the room, their steady chugging providing both electricity and gravity. The floor was made of removable metal grates, granting access to the innermost workings of the ship.

“Come here, little abomination,” Ruby whispered as she stepped as quietly as she could through the room, the sound of her footsteps largely masked by the noises of the various machineries surrounding her. “Step away from the sensitive equipment and show yourself. I only want to talk.”

The room quieted midstep, the rumble of a generator cutting out. Ruby’s next step pushed her off the ground and sent her floating through the air.

“You know,” she said, just letting herself float freely for a moment. “I’m not usually one to swear, but this thing is really pushing my limits.”

“It’s okay,” Blake assured her, “You can say it, I won’t judge you.”

Ruby shook her head. “No, the moment’s not right.”

Bending down, not that down had much meaning at the moment, she flicked a switch on her boots and was pulled to the floor. She looked at Blake, slowly making her way towards the ceiling. “Where are your magboots?” Ruby asked.

“I didn’t put them on this morning,” Blake answered. “Funnily enough, I wasn’t expecting to get attacked by the Creature from the Black Lagoon today. A better question is, why are you wearing yours?”

Ruby shrugged. “It makes working on the engine easier.”

Blake caught and steadied herself on a thin pipe that ran the length of the ceiling. “So this thing’s probably back by the graviton generator, right?”

“Unless it’s moved already,” Ruby countered. “It is pretty fast.”

“It’s a place to start.” She shimmied along the pipe, heading to the rear of the room. Ruby followed slowly, keeping a careful eye on her surroundings as she went.

Every blind corner or obstructed section of floor had Ruby swinging Bright Thorn around. There were too many hiding spots in this room, even with all the lights still working.

“All clear,” Blake called from up ahead.

If it wasn’t by the generator anymore, then where had it gotten to? Ruby took a step forward, then froze. Whatever she’d stepped on had just squished. She looked down.

Bubbling up through the holes in the grate was a thick, purplish-brown sludge that surrounded and spread out from a burst water pipe. The sludge moved in ways it shouldn’t, rearing up only to slosh back down, spinning about in cyclones and eddies, and forming what looked like grasping tendrils. The more water it took in, the larger it grew.

“Blake!” Ruby shouted, “Shut off water to—” she checked the writing on the nearby pipes, since anything written on the burst pipe was now buried under an onslaught of sludge, “—pipe C126.”

“Where is it?” Blake asked, not able to see Ruby from her vantage point.

“In the floor!”

Ruby didn’t have time to watch Blake take action, too busy herself firing at the sludge monster while putting distance between it and herself. At first it didn’t respond to her actions, only continuing to grow even as Ruby blasted off bits of it. The moment it lost its supply of water, however, it screeched.

It began moving as a single solid creature, once again black with a rainbow sheen, bits of grating stuck inside it as it burst from the floor. It was larger than Ruby now, continuously shifting and oozing as it barreled towards her, as fast as an oncoming car.

“Oh, fuck.”

Ruby ran, racing to regroup with Blake. The thing following her was still fast, but all its added bulk slowed it down to below her top speed.

The moment she was in sight, Blake was firing at the monster chasing Ruby. Sustained lazer fire caused the creature to start to glow from the heat, one explosion of superheated air after another tearing into its bulk. Its wounds bubbled and burst, releasing hissing clouds of steam that diffused light, weakening successive shots.

Ruby ground to a halt at Blake’s side and spun around, bayonet pointed at their foe. Blake, sword in hand, joined her.

Ruby was less durable than her girlfriend, hence her preference for mid-to-long-range combat. In close range, without her cloak, she had to stay mobile, dodging what she could and letting Blake block what she couldn’t. Meanwhile Blake was taking full advantage of the lack of gravity, bouncing around the creature and attacking it from every angle, taking shots with her gun whenever she spotted an opening. Even with that benefit, however, Ruby noticed her reaction time was slower than usual.

Her mobility was enough to keep her in the fight for a bit, letting her hack of bits of the monster even as it tried to crush or suffocate her with its multitude of bulging appendages. But eventually Ruby mistimed a dodge, forgetting for a moment that she couldn’t rely on gravity, and it managed to catch her in the side with a pseudopod cloaked in steam, sending her flying into a bundle of hanging wires.

She was pretty sure she’d just broken at least one rib.

Ruby was tangled up tightly in the mess of wires and getting loose required more than a little wriggling. She screeched in surprise as a few wires came loose, releasing a stream of sparks.

The sludge monster was on her moments before she was completely free. It was smaller now, loose bits of it splattered about the room, but with every bit of mass it lost, it just got that much faster.

It slammed into her, spreading its mass as if to engulf her. Right in front of her face a crack opened up, the impression of a mouth forming, jagged edges loosely resembling teeth.

A frantic, desperate idea popped into Ruby’s head as the mouth drew near. Her hands were still mostly free, so she dropped Bright Thorn and instead grabbed the sparking, severed wires, plunging them into the sludge. A sustained current coursed through the creature, making it writhe and gyrate wildly. It gave one last shake, then, with a sound like the creaking hinges of hell’s front door, it exploded. Bits of it went everywhere; the walls, the ceiling, Ruby’s mouth. It tasted like fish stew, she decided, though it could’ve used a bit more salt.

She spat the sludge out, hoping just tasting it wouldn’t be enough to poison her like Yang had been.

“Ruby!” Blake shouted as she flew to her side. “Are you okay?”

Ruby nodded. “I think so. I’ve never been so glad to have insulating overalls, though.”

Blake shook her head. “Don’t scare me like that.”

“Sorry,” Ruby apologized. Blake hugged her in response, and Ruby screamed, pushing her away. “Nope, not okay. I forgot about the broken ribs.”

Blake looked about ready to smack her for that, but she somehow held back. “Okay,” she said instead. “Let’s get you to the med-bay with everyone else.” She grabbed Ruby more gently this time, fumbling as she did, her usual grace seemingly gone.

“Hey,” Ruby admonished. “You said you’d tell me if you were feeling sick.”

“I’m fine,” Blake assured her. “Just running a bit hot.” Blake pushed off the ground and the two began floating back towards the door. “Do you feel that? Gravity’s starting to increase, which means we’re getting close to the planet. We’ll land safely, then everyone can go to the hospital and we’ll all get better. We’re all fine now.”

Maybe it was the steady ache of her ribs, maybe it was the drawn-out hunt and fight she’d just undergone, or maybe it was Blake’s arms around her, but Ruby was suddenly feeling extremely tired. It was a struggle just to keep her eyes open. “Blake,” she said. “Have I ever told you how amazing you are?”

“You could stand to say it more,” she answered.

“No, seriously,” Ruby said. “No matter what happens, you always step up to the challenge. You always get the job done, with a big ol’ helping of beauty and grace, just ‘cause you can.” Her words were starting to slur, so she rushed to the point. “There’s somethin’ I wanna ask you. You’ve been doin’ it for a while already, but I wanna make it official.”

Blake was silent for a moment. “What do you mean?” she finally asked.

“Will you…” Ruby paused, taking a deep breath to fight off the encroaching weariness, “be my second-in-command?”

Blake sighed, then smiled. “Does this mean I get a raise?”

Ruby laughed. “No. But I can prolly get you a bigger room.”

Blake quirked an eyebrow. “The only rooms bigger than mine are the pilot’s and the captain’s.”

Ruby nodded slightly, too tired to feel embarrassment about what she was asking. “I don’t take up much space. You could share my room.”

Ruby didn’t hear Blake’s answer, unconsciousness finally making its claim on her, but she desperately hoped it was “yes”.

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Weicca Oneshot: You Scared Me

Taking a break from requests to write my first Edens Zero oneshot. Thanks, EZ server and especially @theweiszguy for immediately making me feel welcome in the server and also encouraging me to write this fic. It was so fun to write! I hope you all like it.

Weisz x Rebecca: You Scared Me

Everything was moving in slow motion. And Weisz couldn’t move. In front of him, Rebecca was leaping forward, her usual expression of determination, a laugh. What are you doing?! Right into gunfire. He’d told her time and time again she was gonna kill herself one day. Never had he ever dreamed he’d have to watch it happen. She had always been too reckless.

“Rebecca, n—” Shots fired. Blood splattered across Weisz face, and Rebecca stumbled backward before crumpling to the ground, twisted at an odd angle. The street was silent. And then someone began to laugh. Red hot rage, like molten lead, filled Weisz’s stomach and chest—boiling over. His fingers tightened around his gun until his knuckles were stark white.

“I’m gonna make you regret ever being born.”

The next moments were a haze in his memory. Ether gear. The gun slamming back against his shoulder with each shot: one… two… three. Blood splattering back against the wall of the alley. Crumpled bodies. And the hot molten rage, coursing through his veins—like poison. Or like ambrosia of the gods—keeping him alive.

And seconds later he was at Rebecca’s side, pulling her up into his arms, trying to stop the bleeding with his hands. “Hey, hey, Princess? Becca?”

“Weisz…?” Her eyes fluttered open. “Did you get ‘em?”

“Don’t talk, okay?” he brushed blood away from her lips. “I’m going to get you back to Edens. Everything’s going to be fine.”

“Shh…” Rebecca pressed a bloody finger to his lips, “It’s okay, just like this. You and me.” Then her eyes rolled back and she slipped into unconsciousness.

“Rebecca?!” Weisz panicked, “Rebbecca?!”

*** ***

Weisz leaned back against the thick metal bulkhead behind him, and slowly sunk to the floor. Everything was a haze… a blur. He felt numb and nauseous all at once—his heart pounding in his ribcage like the kickback of a gun. And there was blood… blood on his hands, in his hair, splattered across his face.

“Weisz!” Shiki spun around the corner, eyes wide, breathless. “Weisz! Wha-what…?!” Some sort of light flickered in the boy’s eyes, and his voice dropped all concern, dripping with rage, “Where’s Rebecca?”

“We’ll take it from here, Weisz!”

Weisz gestured limply towards the sealed bulkhead door. Sister and Witch had taken her and ushered him out. God, blood was everywhere. How had he allowed this to happen?

“Is she going to be okay?” Shiki whispered, pressing his hand against the door as if he could feel her just on the other side. Weisz didn’t answer. This is all my fault. He should have seen it coming. He should have grabbed her. But she was too damn stubborn. Too damn reckless. He looked down at his hands, still covered in her blood. There was so much blood. But if anyone could fix this… it was Sister. Please, please let her be alright. “Weisz.” Weisz glanced up at Shiki. There was a look of determination in his eyes. “You should go get cleaned up. When Rebecca wakes up, she’ll want to see you.”

When.

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It had been deathly quiet when Sister found him. He had been pacing back and forth with only stars as his light. His room was a mess, blankets strewn across his bed. A stack of books in one corner. Clothes scattered across the floor. There was Rebecca’s shirt, and one of her socks. Before they had gone to the planet’s surface he had snapped at her, tossing her a pair of panties: “Can’t you clean up after yourself?”

“What? I thought you preferred my clothes on the floor.”

That woman. If you die on me now, Rebecca—

The beeping at his door brought him back to reality. “What do you want, Shiki?” Thwomp-Boy had knocked at his door five times already in the last hour.

“It’s Sister Ivry,” a soft voice replied, “Rebecca is awake.”

*** ***

The room was stark white, bare besides a few strange looking instruments. Rebecca was in bed just on the other side. She looked so pale, and fragile.

“I know you’re there, Weisz.” She huffed, “I heard you come in.” Weisz grinned. She’s alright. Pale and Fragile? That wasn’t his Rebecca. He crossed the room, hesitating at her bedside. “Tsk,” Rebecca narrowed her eyes, looking him up and down. “Not even a scratch. Jerk.”

“Hey,” he crossed his arms, “It’s not my fault you recklessly jumped into the middle of a firefight, again.”

“Did you go on a rampage to avenge me?” She smiled sweetly. Weiss rolled his eyes.

“Would that make you feel better?”

“Aw, are you blushing?!”

“No.” How could she be teasing him at a time like this? He still felt nauseous, thinking about all the blood. Her blood everywhere but where it was supposed to be. God, I almost lost you.

“You are blushing—”

“How can you be like this?!” He blurted out, millions of conflicting emotions swirling through him. “You… I… you could have died. You scared me.” He glanced away, unable to look her in the eyes—his face burning. Rebecca was stunned for a moment.

“Weisz,” she whispered, breaking the silence. He dared to glance at her again. She was holding out her hand. He took it and she pulled him into her embrace. He pressed his face against her neck, wrapping her in his arms, breathing in the faint, familiar scent of her shampoo.

“You scared me, Princess.”

“I’m sorry,” she pulled away so she could look him in the eyes. I love you, Rebecca. Her eyes were so beautiful. If he ever saw the spark go out of them again… “Next time I’ll try not to be so impatient.”

Weisz laughed, “For you that might be impossible.”

Rebecca grinned, “You know me too well.” And then she closed the distance between them—stealing a chaste, lingering kiss. I love you. He had never said the words aloud; he wasn’t sure when they would be ready to be said. But for now, they were like the beat of his heart: steady, constant, and true.

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