#rwby drabble

[spectralpixelsredone]

funny how these guys get the weirdest takes in my stories lol

[malice-death]

Schrödinger Kitten

(A strange RWBY OC combined with Bumblebee)

"Thank you for allowing us to visit sir, we hope you don't mind the intrusion." "Not at all my dear child, I was merely working now nothing at the moment you knocked.

The two speaking her Blake and the man that Yang knew had to be the target.

After having the first time to themselves in a month, Oscar/Ozpin had requested that the two of them handle the investigation of a mysterious Faunus who called himself Schrödinger Kitten.

And they have been visiting him for the last three weeks, slowly gathering information about a estranged hybrid version of the Fang.

Schrödinger had revealed that he merely thought humans to be equal to the Faunus and hasn't once shown to her that he had any displeasure with their existence.

The real issue was he refused to speak on the White Fang every time they asked.

Still Yang monitored the conversation between him and Blake, even worse since he was a cat Faunus, Blake immediately took to liking him. It didn't help either that he had a massive library and was more than willing to allow Blake to read or borrow any book from it.

Oscar and Blake had spent seven hours in it once, while Yang was forced to have tea with the older faunnus.

In the end the only places that they never checked was his office and his basement, both of which were always. locked.

Now though on a lazy Saturday she had come with Blake to read in the library, as she wanted to call it a date, she knew that that old cat would be hanging about to make sure that they didn't go poking their noses where they didn't belong.

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Yang ran through the house quickly, since she had excused herself to the bathroom, and had been told Earlier by Blake that the basement seemed to be unlocked.

Once she was close to the door, she carefully opened it, stepping onto the stairs that lead down into the basement.

And when she peeked over the edge, to see a large square table with a model of all of Remnant, and all the Faunus that were crowded around it.

The stranger thing was, they wore different clothes than the traditional old White Fang.

Instead, these men and women wore all black with the symbol of the skull of a bull waving its head around with thorns wrapped around its throat, there was even red thread to represent the blood that leaked from where the thorns cut into the skin.

Yang was frightened, and then it shocked her to see who was standing at the head of the table, the person looking terribly different than the last time that they had seen him.

To think that this mission would lead them here. frightened.

But to think that he of all people was here unnerved. her.

She was sure that he had taken quite the tumble.

BUT here he was in the flesh.

The new White Fang was being led by the worst Faunus on the planet.

Then Yang remembered something that Schrödinger had mentioned the first day that he had met them, when Yang happily had complimented his design of Motorcycles.

Schrödinger had laughed, saying that it belonged to his friend Taro.

And seeing the now longer bull mask covering his features, but those black horns revealed all.

Taro was none other than...........

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Schrödinger Kitten: A Sphynx Cat, with half of his face missing, also since he has no hair, one can clearly see his missing human ear, and the sole working feline ear on his head. He's one working eye is colored a pure yellow, as if it has no pupil.

Taro: A mysterious person who wears a bull mask to hide his scar, but his black horns stick out from it.

Nevermore: It's the name of Taro's bike.

the new White Fang is now called the Raging Hellions.

I hope you all enjoyed this Rwby drabble.

[frickingnerd]

just one more hug

pairing: nora valkyrie x gn!reader

summary: your girlfriends demands more hugs!

“just one more hug before you leave? pleeeaaseee…?”

nora clung to your back, her fingers digging into your shirt, as she got dragged along by you, heading towards the door.

“nora, you keep wanting ‘just one more’!” you laughed amused, stopping by the door and turning around, to face your girlfriend. “i'm going to be late for classes if i don't hurry.”

instead of saying anything in response, nora instead batted her eyes and looked up at you, pouting. for a moment, you both stared at each other, before you sighed and wrapped your arms around her.

“it sucks that you're so cute, because you're also so annoying…” you hummed amused, causing your girlfriend to lightly slap your arm.

“but you still love me! so deal with it~!”

[bridgyrose]

Weiss assumes everyone has ridden a horse/pony before... only to find that the only person who doesn't fall off in the first five minutes is Jaune.

“Oh come on, it’ll be fun,” Weiss said as she walked her friends over to the corral with a smile on her face. “This is going to be a nice and relaxing day to take our minds off finals.” 

“And how, exactly, is horseback riding relaxing?” Yang asked. 

Weiss stopped at the gate and looked back at her friends. “Why wouldnt it be relaxing?” 

“Because its an animal that can potentially break our necks?” Jaune asked more than he said. “I dont know if this is a good idea.” 

“You have nothing to worry about.” Weiss opened the gate and took the reins of one of the horses. “Its easy enough to ride them and these horses have been trained to let people on them. Plus, there’s ranch hands at the ready in case anything spooks the horses. Everything about this today is going to be safe.” 

Nora walked over to one of the horses. “If Weiss says its easy, how hard could it be?” 

Weiss nodded and watched as Nora got up onto the horse… and then slipped off when she couldnt get her footing in the stirrups. With a heavy sigh, she walked over and helped Nora get steady before taking a few steps to let Nora try to get the horse moving. Then, she watched as the others tried their hands. Blake seemed to get up the easiest, but couldnt seem to stay steady once the horse started moving. Ren and Pyrrha struggled with getting up onto it, Pyrrha worried about hurting it and Ren unable to keep his balance. Even Ruby and Yang, the two she would’ve expected to ride a horse easily, struggled to get onto their horses correctly or even to stay on while the horses were moving. 

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Okay, this is going to be harder than I thought…” 

“Not our faults that we’ve never ridden a horse before,” Ruby said as she held her horse by the neck to keep stable. “Some of us have only watched it in shows or movies.” 

“It shouldnt be *that* hard to ride a horse.” 

“Its not, but sometimes it takes a bit for people to really learn how to do it,” Jaune said. 

Weiss looked over at him, expecting for him to be falling off, only to be surprised to see that he seemed to be the only one of her friends that was capable of riding a horse. Even as he brought the horse to a quick trot, he seemed to hold on fine and almost professionally as he kept himself up right and gentle with the horse. “Where… where did you learn to ride like that?” 

Jaune brought the horse to a stop next to Pyrrha and got off to help her up. “My parents had a friend who owned horses and would ask us to help take care of them. Riding lessons were put up as payment, so my sisters and I all learned how to ride a horse.” 

“I guess that makes sense.” Weiss watched her team continue to struggle with their own horses and started to make her way towards them. “You want to help your team while I help mine?” 

Jaune nodded. “Sure thing.” 

Weiss paused for a moment as she watched Jaune make his horse trot over to Nora. It was almost too easy to envision him as a knight from the romance novels she read, a blush crossing her cheeks when she thought about it. If he were to bulk up and get a set of armor that fit him-

“W-Weiss!” Ruby called out from hanging under her horse. “A-a little help?” 

Weiss shook her head as she was pulled out of her own thoughts and started to make her way over. “How did you do that?” 

“I tried to get on and I dont think I set the saddle on quite right.” 

“Its not that hard. Just drop to the ground and we’ll set it right.” 

“I dont think I-” Ruby winced as she dropped on the ground. “Nevermind!” 

Weiss pinched the bridge of her and took a deep breath. “This will be a relaxing day… as soon as I teach them how to stay on their horses correctly.”

[novankenn]

Let the floor swallow me… PLEASE!!!

Yang: VB! Weiss-cream!

Weiss and Jaune stopped in the middle of Shade’s hallway, and turned to see Blake and Yang approaching, with Ilia trapped between them. Ilia’s entire body having turned bright red in embarrassment.

Jaune: Yang, Blake. Ilia.

Weiss: You bellowed… Yang?

Yang: Yep. How would the two of you like to take this little cutie out on the town?

Jaune: The catch.

Blake: None. Just a fun night out… for the three of you…

Weiss gave Ilia a look, causing her to turn an even brighter shade of red.

Weiss: And you are…

Blake: Helping out a friend.

(Master List)

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[the-elegant-necromancer]

Who says magic has rules? Part 1

Jaune is running with Cinder in hand after he came to save her from Salem. She took a hit for him before they could escape. Now they flee trying to find a way out of Evernight

Cinder: *Being carried by Jaune* You know the worst thing about dying like this is?

Jaune: You are not dying on me! Not now! *Starts using his semblance*

Cinder: I don't know who the power should go to *her eye starts to close*

Jaune: *Still running trying to find a way out* Its staying with you! You are the Fall Maiden, no one else!

Cinder: *Her breathing starts to slow* Its no good, we both know its over.

Jaune: No its not, not when I just found you! *panting heavily as he sets her down against the stone wall to focus on healing her*

Cinder: I wonder if I can give it to you...

Jaune: Cinder, you know that wont work... its magic, it has rules

Cinder: Who says... *she struggles to breathe*

Jaune: Ozpin made it-

Cinder: I was't supposed to be able *sighs with a hard breathe* to steal

Jaune: *Still trying to heal her as best he can* What is there to lose Huh?

Cinder: Just hold me.

Jaune: *holds her in his lap. Arms around her. Still using his semblance to heal her.* Please, don't leave

Cinder: I don't want to. *She sighs long and falls still*

Jaune: Cinder?

Cinder: ...

Jaune: Firelight?

Cinder: ...

[fanfictionsrookie]

Ruby awoke to the stark white of a frozen window and the snow beyond. The frost peaking from behind a partly opened curtain, reached through the air to caress the skin uncovered by a tangled and haphazardly strewn blanket. The morning chill, kept at bay by the strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling the Huntress tight against the mass of muscle, tussled hair and fur which was an eternal beacon of unnatural, but sought after warmth.

The in- and exhale which soaked such warmth in her chest was nestled in the back of Ruby's neck, where the Beast was hiding from the stream of light. Ruby turned around to catch a glimpse of Cinder's face, chuckling when she was met with a defiant groan which worked her way tighter against the Huntress' back.

"Good morning."

Ruby drawled, voice rough from misuse, but as much so as the rumble from the Beast's chest. It was as much as an acknowledgement Ruby was going to get, but still she continued to coax.

"We should start getting up soon. Emerald has started making breakfast I'm sure."

As if to convince the other, Ruby's stomach grumbled. Only to be met with a low whine to which Ruby couldn't help to snicker at. Shuffling the rest of the blankets to turn around and nudge a single amber eye to look up at her from out the shade. Basking in the moments of silence, Ruby combed her fingers through dark and wispy hair and meeting Cinder's gaze, dilating with recognition and attention as she woke.

"Sleep well?"

A purr of content rumbled against Ruby's chest and Cinder's eyes closed with a sharp-toothed smile working it's way on her gave as her tail snaked around Ruby's hip. The Huntress could only smile in turn, knowing that getting the Beast untangled and out of bed would be nothing short of a battle.

But why the haste?

Ruby could do with a few more minutes...

[imjusthereforironwood]

Just Breathe

"Alright, now try to squeeze the stress ball."

Colonel James Ironwood inhaled through his nostrils as he attempted to flex his mechanical fingers. The movement felt so... foreign. Even when James puts all his focus into it, he barely managed to make the prosthetic lightly grip the stress ball. He's been trying to adapt to his replacement parts, but progress had been slow.

"I'm trying," James said, his teeth gritted. He wasn't going to give up so easily. He focused himself wholly on squeezing the ball.

"Do you need some help?" someone said, their voice distant in James's ears.

"I'm fine!" Ironwood snapped back. "I can do this myself."

James could feel the implant in his forehead burning as he tried to will his right hand to squeeze. He heard another voice, but he couldn't quite tell what it was saying. Suddenly, a searing pain shot through his nervous system, shocking him to his core.

It hurts. Oh, Brothers, what is happening? I feel it again. My arm and leg, aching, tearing, rending. Someone help me, it hurts! I can feel how wrong this body is. These limbs aren't mine!

He could feel his lungs operating independently, one prosthetic, one organic. James wasn't getting enough oxygen.

James felt a hand hold his left hand. He looked over.

It was one of the doctors that had constructed his prosthetics. Dr... Pietro Polendina, that's it. James could hear the whirring and clicking of Pietro's robotic chair. His wide face had a calm, gentle smile on it.

"You overclocked the prosthetics, Colonel Ironwood," Pietro said, his tone quiet and thoughtful, giving James's hand a gentle squeeze. "You're hyperventilating, but you're going to be ok. Just...breathe with me for a second. In through the nose...and out through the mouth."

James, focusing on the man's words, began following the doctor's rhythmic breathing. In, out, in, out. The prosthetic lung began functioning in sync with his organic lung, and the burning sensation went away from his arm. He realized that he was still holding Pietro's hand and let go.

"Don't worry, this isn't uncommon among people adapting to new parts," Pietro said with a warm smile. "You're a resilient man, Colonel Ironwood, and you've shown remarkable progress considering how extensive the replacements are. You'll be firing on all cylinders in no time, but you have to take this one step at a time."

"Please...just call me James," Ironwood said with a small smile of his own.

[100wordsfor100days]

day 22: weapons' maintainance

Ruby was tinkering with Crescent Rose, like she often did in her free time. It was definitely more fun than doing her homework, even if Weiss kept complaining whenever she did anything but study. Right now she wasn’t, though, which was a nice change of pace. Instead she was sitting right next to Ruby and listening intently as the younger girl explained exactly what she was doing and how it would help them both in a fight, even adding her own ideas occasionally. Ruby hated people butting in when she worked on her weapon, but she didn’t mind Weiss’s company.

[bullandkittycat]

adam taurus fic for after blake left him in the black trailer. mostly an angst/pining fic

//

when she left, it didn't set in for him that she was actually gone. that her last goodbye was a real farewell, and the last time he'd see her would be on the train as the screeching of the tracks echoed in his ears.

after that, whenever he thought of her, his scar burned for reasons he couldn't quite pinpoint. maybe it was the irritation from her missing presence. maybe it was the betrayal of being left behind by someone he thought loved him. or maybe it was simply the yearning and longing buried beneath his bitter, violent thoughts.

so he could pinpoint it, but he didn't want to.

that would mean admitting that she was important to him. that he had something tying him down to this earth beyond his simple bloodlust. that he had a weakness. he had to rid himself of weaknesses.

rid himself of her.

if there was no her... but he just couldn't imagine a world without her. at one point his liberation became a goal he wanted for them. seeing her on a throne that he put her on. one built of his blood, sweat and tears. seeing her as free and as regal as he always saw her. above the filth and scars that he was accustomed to. he had to dirty his hands for their cause. why couldn't she see that?

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chasing after her tail, he followed back the train tracks in an attempt for a trace of her presence. her scent. even just a faint imprint of the sole of her shoe would fill him with adrenaline and a high that he couldn't quite rationalise to anyone.

he knew he was being obsessive, psychotic even. but she was the only thing that in his life he could consider honourable. she was the only thing he could ever call anything close to his. all there was to his name was his obscene scar, his cursed semblance that kept him alive from his oppressors and the ragged clothes on his back. not even a real last name. and now the one person he dedicated himself to had thrown him away. was he destined to be alone?

in a desperate attempt to claw to something that he could call his own, he soaked his crimson sword in sticky, foul human blood. the only way he could leave any proof of him in this world now that no one would reminisce upon him fondly post mortem. he sought to imprint fear in those around him from his mere visage.

"blake... you're a coward." he muttered under his breath, sticking his katana deep into a degenerate schnee dust company employee. his only temporary thrill left since she left. the man struggles on his blade, certainly trying to live. adam spits on his employee badge. there was no trace of her at the factory site that the train she abandoned him on stopped at.

"what could i have done to keep you by my side..?"

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when he recalls her voice he misses what the sound of stability of somewhere, no, someone to call home was. the way his heart would tighten as her eyes would crinkle when she smiled. or the way he could feel a tingle in his ears as her soft curls would hide her flushed cheeks as she curled up into her shoulder.

he wanted to adorn her in all the riches the world could offer. the softest silks and finest furs and the power to never feel belittled for who she was. because she was his everything.

initially he wanted revenge on the people who made him feel worthless and weak. but at one point, he wanted more. he wanted to be respected. when he met blake, he saw in her the epitome of grace. a girl so pretty that it wouldn't matter if she hid her ears, afraid of the disdain that came with being a faunus. because she was above it all.

and even if she was afraid of showing the world, he knew that she was beautiful. and that was enough for him. maybe it was enough for her for a moment. he doesn't know.

she didn't have scars. she didn't have painful insecurities and fear embedded in her being from the moment she was born. she suited the regality of the throne he saw her upon.

but what was the point of an empty throne with no ruler upon it? and yet it was already too late for him. he had no other goals or ambitions so he continued his slaughter, leaving a stench and pile of bloody carcasses behind him. his wake filled with screams, muffling his own pathetic thoughts and cries.

"blake....belladonna. belladonna." he muttered, stumbling in an exhausted and dazed state as he limped to his meaningless throne. he groaned as he sat. after finding no trace of her in his desperate pursuits, he had started wiping out factory sites that held faunus captive. his muscles ached and his body cried for rest, but this was his only distraction from her absence and he would not rest until he had what he thought he wanted.

his shallow desire for power was not satiated no matter how many he murdered however, because his greed ran deeper and was intrinsically interlaced with a vision of her. without her, his lust for power was insistent and irritating with no real end goal in sight. a gnawing at his temples that temporarily numbed his longing.

he had started referring to her as the 'belladonna girl' to his subordinates. calling her by her last name felt unfamiliar. like she was a stranger. and he used that fact to mask his lingering fondness and undeniable affection for her. he cursed her last name, unable to demean the girl he loved to anyone but himself. even if she had betrayed him, who was worthy enough to condemn her?

who would dare speak her name in his presence? let alone insult her.

they didn't have to know how deep his feelings ran for her. how he tried to pitifully cling to a feeling of being close to her by calling her name.

he sighed, throwing away the remaining traces that reminded him of her. the clothes he wore around her that had somehow picked up the faint scent of her perfume, or whatever it was that made her smell like her. it probably hadn't. he was probably being deluded. but what was one more delusion on top of all of his infatuations? on top of his stupid, pathetic hallucinations about her soft perfect skin. unblemished and pure like snow-

"fuck." he curses, stopping his mind from wandering. he throws his head back, taking off his mask temporarily and rubbing his nose bridge.

"stop thinking about her." he snarls at himself. it had become like a mantra to him recently from the frequency that he had been reminded of her soft presence. he basks in the rusty metal smell of blood that clung to him like honey.

"...i'll find her eventually."

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🥮 : hi guys.... i dont wanna talk about it.....

[malice-death]

RWBY Drabble

Adam Taurus, an interesting character.

I wrote this little drabble, and thought to post it.

Adam stood alone in his room, his eyes filled with tears, he had been waiting.

He was still waiting; he wasn’t sure how much he would wait.

His face burned from where the brand mark that marred his face.

The sword was clutched in his hands, the katana weighing tons, but probably weighed less than that.

This blade had been with him all his life, and not once had he let it go. It was his rock in the storm that was his life.

Everything who he was, existed in this sword.

Wilt had become his when he had robbed the man that killed his mother, and blush was the gun that he had stolen from a man that had tried to kill him when he was younger.

The gun and sword, two things that everyone used every day to protect themselves.

And so, he applied the same rules to his own life, he was a Faunnus, hated, tortured, he was angry, he was filled with hatred.

But he was still sad, frightened, and lost.

Until others rallied with him until he no longer felt like was worth nothing, until.

It was always until. Blake’s betrayal came at a surprise, and came at the cost of his own sanity and her friend’s arm.

He wasn’t blind, he had seen how she cared about this girl, gritting his teeth that day, due to everything that he was about to lose and everything that he had done.

Cinder Fall was his boss, she was meant to be feared, and he was in the end a slave to someone’s command.

Chasing after Blake came to the raging bull inside of him, the one that couldn’t let things go.

In the end he had found them, Yang and Blake.

He raged, his blade falling from his hands, his gun taking a one-way trip down a waterfall.

He didn’t even have time to think of what happened when he died.

His feet carried him for the last time, but he couldn’t find a way to his own feet.

Falling down the waterfall felt like a joke, this was how everything ended.

Where he learned nothing, and that he was worth nothing.

And that Blake would carry on with her life and forget him.

It was what was meant to be, always.

[frickingnerd]

i'll make it feel right

pairing: pyrrha nikos x gn!reader

summary: your relationship with pyrrha was just supposed to be pretend, yet your feelings for each other are real...

a/n: i've been rewatching rwby recently & i just love pyrrha so much! i miss my girl, so i need to write more for her <3

“i think… i might be falling in love with you.”

pyrrha could barely look at you, as she gasped out those words. under any other circumstances, those would've been happy words for her. but there was one thing that made this situation more complicated; pyrrha was already your girlfriend. at least, publicly she was, as the two of you were faking a relationship.

“but… it doesn't feel right.”

pyrrha added, finally looking up at you. both of you knew why this didn't feel right. but it seems pyrrha was too afraid to admit the reason.

“it doesn't feel right, because i wasn’t supposed to be the one you'd end up with.” you quietly said.

the one that should've ended up with pyrrha was jaune. he was a nice guy, if a little naive at times. pyrrha thought that if she'd pretend to date you, maybe he'd finally pay attention to her. but in the end, she found herself falling for you, instead of jaune…

“i'm sorry, i– i should've never asked you to pretend to date me in the first place…” pyrrha sighed, running a hand through her hair and turning away. “and i'm sorry that i fell in love with you…”

“i know this isn't how it was supposed to end, nor does it feel right…” you started hesitantly. “but if you give me a chance, i can make it feel right. i could be the one you want…”

pyrrha's eyes widened as they darted towards you. for a moment, she stared at you in shock, before her expression softened and she took a step towards you, gently taking your hands into hers.

“you're already the one that i want.”

[bridgyrose]

This time, I have an idea for a prompt that is closer to canon than usual (but still fully an AU).

Basically, it's the Vol 7 Penny reunion scene but in a Pyrrha Lives AU.

(You should know me by now but... a finger on the monkey paw curls)

“Penny.” 

The name quietly left Pyrrha’s lips as she stared up at Penny floating above them. Her heart raced and her grip tightened on her weapon as she waited for the android to move. She could still hear the way the metal had crunched and twisted back in the tournament. There wasnt a day that went by that she didnt wish she could redo everything. Hold back with her semblance, pick up on the fact that Penny was an android… anything that would’ve made that fight… better.

She watched as Penny slowly lowered herself from the air and onto the ground, her own body shook as she put her weapon away. The way Penny’s eyes glowed in the shadow of Atlas felt like they were piercing into her soul. She braced herself when Penny started to take a few steps forward towards her, ready for whatever anger was about to come her way. It was only fair. She had killed Penny once and she was sure she was still hated for it. 

Instead, Pyrrha felt Penny embrace her, almost squeezing her with all her strength. 

“You are all here!” Penny half yelled out in excitement. “When I was rebuilt and told Beacon had fallen, I had feared the worst about all of you.” 

“You’re… not mad at me?” Pyrrha asked, too shocked to move. “I killed you-” 

“But you did not damage my core, so I was able to be rebuilt.” Penny let Pyrrha go and gave her a smile. “What happened was an accident. It was not your fault.” 

Pyrrha nodded, a few tears rolling down her cheeks. For months she had blamed herself for Penny’s death, but hearing Penny forgive her… it felt as if all of that was being washed away. “Thank you.” 

“Not to interrupt, but Penny, why does Atlas look ready for an attack?” Weiss asked. “What happened after I left?” 

“After Beacon fell, Atlas was blamed for everything.” Penny looked up at the blockaded, her voice going quiet. “General Ironwood set up the blockade when he started to restrict dust sales coming out of Atlas. He is afraid that Atlas will be attacked next. Either by the other kingdoms or by-” She stopped her train of thought and gave a smile towards the rest of her friends. “But that does not matter. You are all here and safe and we can spend time together again! It will be just like Beacon!” 

“Right, like Beacon again,” Jaune said with a forced smile. “That needs to wait. We need to speak to General Ironwood, do you think you can get us to him?” 

“Of course!” Penny paused when she noticed a familiar red cloak on Weiss’s shoulders. She looked around at everyone, her smile dropping. “Where’s Ruby?” 

Yang and Weiss looked at each other as if there was an unspoken agreement about talking about Ruby. Blake put her hand on Yang's shoulder to comfort her while Ren, Nora, Jaune, and Qrow all tried to hide the pain Ruby’s name brought to them. Pyrrha could feel a few more tears run down her cheeks before she finally spoke, her words quiet and slow. 

“Ruby’s… gone.” 

Penny blinked. “I… I do not understand. What do you mean she is gone?” 

“After you… died… Beacon was overrun with grimm.” Pyrrha looked at the brace around her ankle, her voice shaking as she continued. “While everyone was helping others evacuate and dealing with the grimm and the Atlas Soldiers that turned on us, I ended up fighting Cinder at the Beacon tower. She had struck my ankle with an arrow and had me dead to rights as she readied her next one. I threw my shield at her, she let go of the arrow and then… next thing I remember was Ruby in front of me with an arrow in her chest. Her eyes were… flickering… with this light as she gasped for breath while rose petals continued to swirl around us. I tried to save her, but Cinder pushed me back. She placed a hand on Ruby’s chest and then she… she…” 

Pyrrha couldnt seem to get the words out no matter how much she wanted to try. The image of Ruby turning into ash just as a bright, silver light left her eyes was seared into mind. She wiped away her tears as she felt Jaune’s hand on her shoulder and took a breath to compose herself. “I’m sorry, Penny.” 

Penny gave a slow nod until her scroll started to ping. “There is more grimm in sector 7. I need to go take care of it.” 

“We can help-” 

“I need to take care of it alone. I will take you to Ironwood after I get back.” 

Pyrrha took a deep breath as she watched Penny take off and dart through the sky. 

“I’m sure she just needs time to process this,” Nora said as she walked over to Pyrrha. “You know how close she was to Ruby.” 

Pyrrha nodded. “I know. I just hope she’s willing to work with us now that she knows.” 

[novankenn]

a Covenant

Weiss Schnee, Ilia Amitola, Jaune Arc...

All have suffered the pain of heart break. Can these wounded hearts heal one another? Do they even want to?

An epiphany… and discovery

A Question

An admission? Kinda of… not really…

Really???

Denials

All that for nothing?

Guide me Senpai!

An Explanation… or the start of one…

… and it continues

Questions… and an insult?

Tension in the… broom closet?

Nope… Not doing this alone

Being Talked Around

I’m STILL Here! (Request by @azure-decaff)

Let the floor swallow me… PLEASE!!!

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🌹-The first time he kissed her knuckle, Ruby had short-circuited.

Knuckles were for bashing Grimm in the face, they were never supposed to touch people’s lips. At least, not the lips of someone as nice as Oscar.

They’d been out in the city, enjoying a lull in the action and the coolness of Vacuo’s night in comparison to its days and she’d commented that they had the same gloves.

Oscar told her they didn’t but Ruby insisted that yes, they had the same gloves and held them up so he could get a better look. Oscar had taken Ruby’s hand and inspected it. Then, without warning, he touched his lips to her middle knuckle.

🔥-“This spot taken?”

Jaune wondered if the bartender had spiked the Shirley Temple he’d ordered when he saw the person who had asked the question. She was broad shouldered with an eye-catching figure, accentuated by the cocktail dress that segued from yellow to deep orange and the simple gold jewelry that matched it.

Her most striking feature, however, was the mass of golden hair that seemed to be trying to escape the single hair tie that held it in a ponytail.

Jaune focused on her face and tried to find his voice again.

“No,” he said.

Ms. Gorgeous smiled, and sat down on the stool beside him before waving over the bartender.

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