📺 : hey girlies!! we're three besties (📺, 🧁, 🥮) who just finished rwby for the first time ever and we just love adam so much. he is the light of our lives, an innocent babygirl and the forth of our throuple. we all draw so expect some fanart, have a good day adamnaitors <3
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Hmmmm
I always take Adam as a Typical Japanese Yakuza man
AKA, If he owes you a favor, no matter how big or small, he will find a way to repay it.
So I really want to see the scene that Team RWBY is in trouble,
and out of nowhere Adam came to save the day.
After that, he be like, walk past everyone(even Weiss), straight up
to Ruby and say. "Now we're even." And gone away.
Everyone belike WTF
Just because Ruby saved him once before.
🥮: i totally get the yakuza imagery! especially cus the floral sorta pattern he has in his first design looks likes a yakuza tattoo!
below is a small drabble based on the scenario you gave me! i like exploring the dynamic between Adam and Ruby a lot. They feel like long lost siblings to me ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚
There was a small miscalculation Adam made when he raided the recent Schnee Dust delivery point, and now he was curled up in a dark alleyway hissing to himself as he wrapped his ripped up shirt around his bleeding wound.
"Bunch of softies... all of them," he groans to himself as his head rests against the brick. Maybe because he was in so much pain putting pressure on the wound he hadn't yet noticed the short girl looking curiously at him.
"Whatcha doin'?" Ruby chirped innocently, tilting her head to try to get a look at what he was clutching, "Oh gee! You're bleeding out!? Do you need an ambulance? Uhm..uhm... oh god, I wish Weiss or someone was here..."
Thanks to the fact that his mask was off and his iconic White Fang attire ripped up to bandage his wounds, she seemed to have no idea she was talking to a notorious criminal.
"Kid, shut up... please." He grunts, trying to stand up and walk past her as if he didn't have an open wound actively bleeding out. She panics, holding him up when he stumbles.
"Hey! I'm 16! Old enough to help, right?"
His eyes narrowed at her naievete and happy nature, but he wasn't really in the state to fight or argue.
"How the hell could you help? You don't even look like you know what a-" he coughs up a bit of blood, heaving a dry metallic taste in his throat.
"Stop talking, mister! It's only gonna make your injury more painful!"
"Mister..?" he mutters under his breath in disbelief. Did she think he was like...old? He wasn't that... whatever.
"Yeah..? Are you not... a mister? I didn't mean to assume!" she flusters, almost dropping him to the floor. He groans, limping and she hurriedly catches up to him and drops him off at some shady spot in town where he was waiting to get picked up.
"Just go. I'll be fine." He sighs, trying to push the insistently helpful Ruby away. She pouts.
"Someone's going to pick me up, so stop worrying alright?" Adam flicks her forehead surprisingly tenderly for a man who claimed to hate all humans. Ruby reluctantly leaves him, albeit she very loudly looks over her shoulder to check on him every few seconds. Granted, it grated his nerves, but there was a sincerity to it that he couldn't help but find... nice.
And now, flash forward a few weeks, Team RWBY find themselves in a dilemma. Surrounded by Grimm far above their weight class and without any convenient tricks or adults around to help them. They're beaten bloody and worn out from the relentless attritional nature of the nonstop swarm. They seemed to have stumbled into a nest of some sort and the fighting seemed endless.
"This is why we should've left when we all heard that weird sound..!" Blake hisses, her swords clashing against sharp claws.
"Now really isn't the time for pointing fingers..!" Yang says in that slightly panicked but still lighthearted tone she always kept about her.
Ruby, however, was not able to banter and talk quite so easily. Her scythe had run out of ammo, and swinging it around like a melee weapon was not her preferred choice of battling. With a ferocious growl, she finds her scythe in the jaws of a huge Grimm, and she struggles to stop the fangs from sinking into her as the wretched scent of dead meat and its saliva permeates her nose.
"Ugh..!" She winces. None of her teammates have the time nor space to help her. But, miraculously, the Grimm falls to the ground. Disappearing in a flurry of rose petals. Her eyes grow wide and they shoot up to see the notorious White Fang mask and that striking red hair.
"We're even now, kid." He ruffles her hair, almost playfully. She reminded him of the other little orphan kids he had to take care of in the White Fang.
"Y-Y-You're White Fang..?!"
He smirks, snorting as a click of his sword kills all the Grimm. Shooting them all in their fatal spots instantly, and Team RWBY's eyes all shoot towards the perpetrator. Blake almost falls to her knees in fear just seeing him.
Weiss speaks up first,
"What the hell business does a White Fang member have saving us?"
Adam turned around slowly to see Weiss. Schnee. His scar twitched violently, but he kept his sword sheathed. Without another look toward Blake, knowing that he'd probably do something he'd regret, he walks away, leaving medical supplies and ammo in Ruby's hands. She was still standing there in utter shock and confusion.
"W-Wow... That White Fang guy... he saved our butts!" Ruby chirped, "Who would've thought, huh?"
Blake grimaced, utterly baffled by his actions, but decided not to say anything so as not to expose her relation to him.
"Yeah...that was weird." Yang scratches her face a bit confused, but grateful nonetheless.
🥮: i think adam would be a pretty neat and tidy person. he would keep his own space very organised and make sure that the house smelt good everywhere (or at least like a neutral disinfectant).
but if he was living with like a super messy person that never did the dishes or anything, he would either confront them about it or let their shit fester until it was all mouldy and just give like an 'i told you so' stare at them. but if that started to affect like his own living space or stuff he would kick them out LOL.
🧁: i feel like adam would wake up early and only come back from work really late. but then he would make it up to you by spending the whole weekend with you and doing anything that you ask for.
WOULD NOT HAVE A WORK WIFE!!!! he is far too loyal and working himself to the bone for that
🥮 : hello friend!!! sorry for the late reply, but it took me a hot minute to write this jealousy fic. hope u enjoy!! we also have another jealous adam fic in the works from the other admins, so keep your eyes peeled LOL.
i have issues making adam TOO evil (cus in my mind he always reveres his partners with so much love and is plagued with so much self-deprecation even if he's upset) so it might not be toxic enough, but i hope u still like it <3
synopsis: gn!reader x jealous adam. he hates your mission partner. this is lowkey an au where blake and adam never got together and you were his first partner. it doesn't really change much in the plot, just that blake doesn't get mentioned. VERY YANDERE CODED.
warnings: grossly jealous, like genuinely sick in the head type of possession.
wordcount: 1,769 — it's a little short... might continue it in the future!!
when you had to leave on a mission with that guy for a full week, adam was absolutely livid.
yes, he was your mission partner
yes, he knew it was "only" a week.
and yes, he was still absolutely livid.
what the fuck did you mean you were going to be out of his sight for a full week?
he was absolutely disgusted by the mere thought of even his scent no longer lingering on your skin. and, in a gross show of possession, he claimed the entirety of your pretty neck over and over in his mind. littering them with bite marks, hickeys, and even crescent moons from the way his nails dug into your neck. in his mind you even bled onto him, staining him in a purer crimson that only you bled.
because to him, even the blood you bled was prettier than other people's.
he was so lost in his shallow jealousy that he forgot that he was meant to be the one to touch you gentler than anyone else.
it was the thought of you bleeding to some random human, or even a grimm, that set him into a blinding rage. he couldn't trust this no-name rookie with you. and he certainly did not like that he had heard so many rumours about the two of you being "sooooo cute" together.
when you were on your way back from being debriefed about your expedition (some menial trip to an abandoned sdc warehouse), you were promptly dragged into adam's room. his mask was tossed aside on the bed and his eyes that only you knew met yours.
your breath was harshly cut off as you get pushed into the cold wall, and your back was flush against the brick as his leg wedged between both of yours. firmly pressing it against your crotch as one of his hands pinned both of your arms above your head.
"i heard about your mission."
"adam..?! what are you doing?" you ask, confused.
"you and that pretty boy— who can't swing his nunchucks, or whatever they are, to save his own life, let alone anyone else's— are going on a mission," he snarls, "just the two of you. alone. that's rich. sienna must be out of her goddamn mind."
"i-i... it shouldn't be that dangerous, you don't have to be worried about me—"
"shouldn't be worried... as if it were that easy."
he slid his hand up your arm, along your shoulder and trapezius until it lingered so faintly on your neck. he traced your skin all the way up until his fingers were playing with your ear, rubbing it between his thumb and his index finger until it started to feel numb from the friction. it was like he was trying to drill a piercing into you.
"ow..! what's your problem..!" you snap, rightfully impatient.
he lets go of your ear as if your yelp of pain burned him. with a shaky breath he slid his hand under your chin. he tilts it up until you looked him in the eyes. his manic expressions dilated and contracted at you, as if they couldn't decide if they were deeply in love with you, or hated your very essence.
"are you blind? do you even see the way that scum looks at you? he eyes you like a piece of meat, like a human does. you're just a commodity to him— a pretty little thing that's nothing more than their appearance. he's disgusting."
"adam-!"
he inhales shakily, putting his thumb firmly on your lips and shutting you up promptly.
"don't even try to defend him. i see the way you've laughed and joked with him. is that what's actually happening? everyone in the white fang is trying to take my lover from me to pair with some useless, bumbling idiot?"
he laughs with no smile behind his eyes as his thumb slowly forces its way into your parted lips that drew sharp breaths. pressing down on your tongue perversely. it was uncomfortable, and left you drooling around his thumb and down your chin.
"do you think you could ever leave me? darling.... you could run a hundred miles, elope with that stupid, lowly vermin, and i would still find a way to drag you into my arms. even if you never allowed me to touch me again, even if my place in your heart is gone, you will never be allowed another man to touch you unless i'm dead."
you struggle, squirming weakly. your arms weak from being held up for so long and your legs weakly shuffling, but his thigh was lodged so snug against your crotch that it only made your useless struggle shift up on the wall.
he lets go of your wrists, but no pushing or pounding at him affects him. he uses his right hand to keep your jaw open, pushing down on your tongue until your bottom teeth start to mark his thumb, and slips his left hand's fourth finger into your mouth. he pulls out his thumb. the way he manhandled your mouth was humiliating.
he was scum. he knew it. what right did this horrid, scarred man have to touch you like this?
"i'm not foolish enough to think i own you. everyone wants you. i should know, being one of them. it infuriates me just how perfect you are sometimes..."
you furrow your brows, heaving around the ring finger that felt like a knife down your throat.
perfect? what the hell was he talking about?
"bite it. show me you own me." he dares, a dangerous glint in his sharp blue eye. "show me that you still find value in me."
you pushed him hard, and it finally worked. maybe you caught him off guard. his finger is finally out of your mouth and you get the chance to talk. angrily, on the verge of tears,
"what the hell are you going on about?! of course i find value in you! i would never do anything with that guy! he's just a friend at most— you... you know you're the only one for me..!"
his scarred eye twitches.
"no i'm not."
you were utterly lost.
"what?"
"you could have damn well anyone in this world with ears to hear your voice, eyes to see your smile, and the hands to feel your warmth, and you expect me to believe you're gonna waste away with me? i don't even fucking qualify as a friend, let alone a lover."
"wha-"
his hands clasp your head firmly over your ears, blocking everything but the deafening sound of the vibrations between you and him.
"have i ever made you smile the way he does?" he whispers into your neck, pressing a soft kiss over the distinct bite mark right on the soft slope that connected your neck to your shoulder.
you don't hear anything, but you can feel his shaky breath on your skin.
he lets go of you, dropping you to the floor.
"even if you want to go on that mission, you aren't. i'm telling sienna i'm going. i'll be back in a day."
"a day..?! it takes a day to get there!" you protest trying to follow him out his room.
"don't even think about leaving this room." he shuts the door, locking you in. what was once a warm intimate space, where the two of you shared anything and everything to one another, was now a cold, puny prison with a shoddy, wooden door that somehow felt indestructible.
he comes back after a few hours, his clothes slightly dirtier than before. he doesn't address you, just taking off his clothes without a single comment. those scars that stretched across his muscular back looked even deeper than usual in the dim light of his bedside lamp.
"get some sleep." he insists.
"adam, i love you. don't you believe me?"
"we're not going to talk about this."
"why not?! you're the one who refuses to believe me! aren't we supposed to share everything with each other..?"
something about that sets him off. his fist hits the wall hard, tearing through his skin until his filthy, dirty blood stains his wall.
"do you really know anything about what everything means? do you know what an idiot you'd have to be to share so much of you with a greedy bastard like me? shut up, and go to sleep."
"how can you be mine if i can't even be yours?" you whine.
he walks over, each thud of his boots against the floorboards sounding heavier than the last. he crawls over you slow, like a prowling predator, but in his mind it's his way of giving you a chance to leave this all behind. run and escape him as quickly as you could—as you should.
"i am yours. and that's why you have to deal with even this pathetic show. it must be difficult. it must be horrible looking at this disgusting scarred face. every time you must want to puke."
he inches closer to you bit by bit, and you slowly inch backwards (on the fluffy blanket you draped over him that one time), in fear of his imposing stature over you until you hit the metallic, cold railing of his cheap, industrial bed. your knees hit his chest as he surrounds you, and it's the only thing that keeps him from getting any closer.
because, despite everything, he would never go further than you would allow.
"you like pretty things. pretty flowers, pretty treasures, even a pretty face makes you blush. fluffy and cute little animals, fur blankets that you cozy into. do you blush when you see him? is he pretty to you?"
"do you really think i'm that shallow..?!"
"you aren't shallow. you're realistic."
"i've always and will always want you!"
"don't lie. we both know it's never been 'always' with us." he says, pushing you down. it wasn't even a firm push, but you yielded to him so readily. it sickened him slightly. not because of you, god it was never you, but because of how he was sick enough to take advantage of it.
"you think you love me, but were you ever given a choice to think otherwise?"
your wrists feel a cold piece of metal around them. a broken chain link from the weapon that your partner used in battle. slightly bloody, he ties you to the bedframe with the thin metal chain. he backs away with a soft kiss to your trembling kneecaps.
"it doesn't matter anymore. you already made the mistake of choosing me."
🥮: I don't know if this is that crazy, but my headcanon is that Adam had his bull tail cut off and it won't regrow properly but he has a little stump there. My even crazier headcanon is that they used to whip him with it back in the factories.... I'm sorry Adam, my imagination puts you through so much suffering.... I swear it's from a place of genuine interest!!
🧁: mine is that he might be half human and that's another reason why he hates humans so much. like a deadbeat father type situation which fuels his vengeance as well.
📺: he would wear non-waterproof mascara so when he cries it's extra dramatic.
Like, what would it be like to go on a date with Adam?
That would be interesting.
(And love your works as always : )
🥮 : hello again!! i loveeeee seeing your asks in the notifs, so please keep them coming! sorry this took awhile, the admins talked abt it and we've decided to first reply with HCs and then we'll write longer fics about some of our ideas!! hehe. it may be multipart, we'll see.
asking him out?
i can't really see adam asking anyone out, unless it was just like an outing that he needed to go on with them anyways. strictly professional type guy, but that's what makes the gap moe when he's actually sweet on you when you're dating even better!
it's not necessarily that he's shy or anything, he just doesn't see the point. he cannot imagine people wanting to spend time with him (latent self-deprecation) so he doesn't reach out, but he would never say no to a date with his loved one.
what's the date?
adam would probably seem a bit reluctant and like he's not having fun when you drag him out...but he'd probably just not know how to actually have fun. once you figure that out, you could drag him around and do whatever you like and he'd clumsily follow along; he would act like an out-of-touch old man trying to follow trends if you made him do anything out of his comfort zone.
if he was picking the date... maybe it'd be something he thinks sounds interesting at first. probably a little dangerous/thrill-seeking. a darts bar, axe-throwing or even white-water rafting. something a bit exciting. if you get scared, he'd chuckle before holding you close and keeping you safe. if you fail miserably, he'd gently guide you and teach you slowly about proper technique. if you do even better than him, he'd smile proud of you before playfully admitting to defeat.
he'd love a friendly competition, but he would be an extremely graceful loser and a very humble winner. attributing it to a little extra work, or just a bit of luck.
what's he like?
he seems nonchalant, but he does care. it might seem like he's not as invested or trying as hard to be affectionate, but he shows it through the little things. listening intently to your conversations, bringing things up that you talked about before, and pointing things out that you might like.
adam would be such a non-performative gentleman. like it just comes to him so naturally. whether that be walking on the side next to the road, carrying your things or putting his arm around your waist when you're crossing the road.
🧁: my turn hehehhehehheehehehehe, tbh when writing for adam i can never self insert (bc i am gay asf) so i write like hes interacting with another character (like an oc) so i can have a very specific dynamic in mind so its easier to write so anyways here are my headcanons
asking him out?
like other admin said, i feel like he wouldn't ask you out on a date outright, he would maybe work his way around it like "hey i need to go into town to pick up some weapons for the new recruits, mind coming to help me carry them?" and then he'd ask you if you're hungry or whatever and you end up doing everything but what you originally went into town for and then after your questioning wait...was that a date or was he just being super nice. but if you do ask him out very bluntly he'd be like wow yes i am honoured and i would love to while secretly freaking out on the inside like oh shit oh shit oh shit this is actually happening (see images)
what would your first official date look like?
like i said if HE asked you out (i use that term very loosely) he would probably just take you around the town and try to figure out what you like and what you don't like so he can use the information for future dates, like he takes you to an mistrailian (or whatever they call things from mistral) café to see if you like more quiet days out and to laser tag to see if you prefer more active dates. if you asked him out however i feel like you would probably stick to a nice picnic in the woods near a cliff or some other scenic view (maybe forever fall forest) just to sit down, relax and get to know each other a bit better since at this point you don't know much about eachother other than the fact you find each other attractive.
what he's like
i feel like at first he would just focus everything on you, what you like, where you're from, what you do in your spare time not just because he wants to know more about you but hoping if he distracts you by giving you all this attention you wont ask as many questions about him and his past. you do though since you want to get to know him on a deeper level and he is at first very avoidant of it or gives vague answers; for example if you ask him why he doesn't show his eyes he'd answer something like "oh yeah, nasty scar under this thing. picked a fight with the wrong person when i was a kid. trust me i'm doing you a favour by covering it up." and leave it at that. of course he would eventually open up but the last person he opened up to about it left him heartbroken, so please forgive him for having some trust issues ‹/3
that's just my take at least, i do think he's an interesting character in the sense there's a lot to explore about him (which the show kind of forgot to do oh well its okay we can do it for them) especially with his relationships, i do think he'd be a lil toxic and a possessive (at least if you dated adam in the canon verse and not an au) but that's why its fun to write about him!! so many ways things could go
anyways i hope you enjoyed me and other admins rant, mine is a little less polished i hope you don't mind, enjoy taurus nation!
🥮's note: i wrote this a long time ago when i was suffering from a pretty annoying fever during exams. only managed to finish it off today !! im so sorry. i was ovulating. please forgive me for my smut brain.... ill write a fluff fic next time i swear 😭 😭
OTHER ADMINS PLEASE LOOK AWAY.... THIS IS SO SELF-INDULGENT THAT I MIGHT AS WELL JUST BE POSTING THIS FOR MY OWN SANITY.
synopsis: afab reader gets a fever and adam looks after you <333. gn pronouns but female genitalia mention. reader is a bit bratty and annoying on purpose, but they're sick so please forgive them.
warnings: just foreplay. no penetration. explicity sexual. uhm the ending is kind of anticlimactic (literally). SORRY FOR THE BLUEBALLING.
word count: 773
pet-names: darling cus WE STICK TO THE CANON HERE!!!
it was maybe midnight, and your fever had only gotten worse. everything was annoying. getting up felt like a chore, and your body was a sweltering mess. your hair stuck to your face and everything that could hurt, did hurt.
adam was by your bedside, replacing your cool towels one at a time, wringing them dry and placing them wherever you bidded. he slotted them between your armpits, on your forehead, your neck, between your thighs. and sometimes his fingers would brush against more intimate parts…but he never implied that he wanted more. it was a bit frustrating for reasons you know were unjustified.
“you keep groping me.” you huffed out unfairly.
he cocked his eyebrow, looking at you with a look of “what the hell are they talking about”, before scoffing and replying with a soft, baritone murmur,
“sorry.”
that wasn’t what you wanted. you wanted something more like, ‘oh darling, you only just noticed?’ and then it would fade to black to some dubious wet sounds. but he was still aggravatingly calm, cool and oh his hands just felt so good on your burning skin.
“so you didn’t mean it? am i undesirable now?” you asked, your nose congested and flailing about like a brat.
he snorted, smiling to himself at your petty antics.
“i didn’t mean it, but you’re still desirable. even in your weak state darling.”
you blushed a little, glad that your feverish state masked your embarrassment. he never talked like this. it was always about showing no weaknesses, being strong and ensuring faunus freedom. but whenever you’d trip and fall, get a little vulnerable, he’d always come back for you. to pick you up and let you start running again. following you closely to make sure if you fall, he’ll catch you.
“you’re annoying.” you weakly kicked him. he captured your foot, giving it a gentle rub. you softly sighed in relief when he did, but then kicked him away too shy to admit it.
“and you’re being feisty. now, are you done making a fuss, or are you just getting started?”
you didn’t want to dignify that with a response. so instead, you pulled at his sleeve grumpily, silently asking him to get in (his) bed with you. he got in with a sigh, and you looked at each other eye-to-eye.
“i’m gonna make you ill.”
“i’d love to see you try.”
you pouted, biting his nose. he winced, slightly confused but then he laughed to himself. your heart skipped a beat, at the rough tune. it was a little hoarse and a bit unnatural, so you could tell he wasn’t used to laughing much. but that made it only all the more endearing.
he slid his hands around your waist and you groaned at the relief his cool hands brought. they were rough and scarred. blistered all over, but that didn’t matter. you rolled over, facing your back to him. his lips met your red neck.
“so you want me to make you feel better? sweat out your fever?”
you hiccuped, startled by his suggestion before slowly nodding. your thighs rubbed together and halted when you felt his cool hand slide between them. a finger sliding down the fabric of your underwear to trace your heat.
“yes or no, darling... i need to hear you.” he kissed below your ear.
“yes..! just hurry up..!”
he chuckled against your skin, sending vibrations through your spine and butterflies to your tummy. he obediently slid your underwear down, rubbing soft circles on your clit. your breath hitched as he pressed a little harder, sliding it through your slick only to rub a little faster. soft whimpers escaped your mouth as the wet sounds got louder.
he slid a finger in to your searing, sticky entrance. it’s tight. he pumped it in and out slowly all the way down to his knuckle, pressing into your plushy, needy spot. he grinded against it with the pads of his two digits, insistently forcing moans out your mouth, with soft mumbles to your neck. he craved your soft whimpers and little noises, like he’d die if you denied him them.
your hips stuttered. grinding like you craved him too.
his other hand reached down to circle your clit in sync. your bundle of nerves unwinding slowly but surely, and your thighs couldn’t help rubbing against each other from the building pleasure. your climax was imminent but so aggravatingly slow. you knew he was doing it just to make your eventual peak even more intense.
you swore as soon as your fever was gone you’d kill this guy for torturing you like this.
🧁: Wrote this for me and for my friend who is going through exam season. The Adam brainrot is so strong rn he's like my oc so if he's a bit out of character my apologies
I'll probably write part 2 soon, maybe even make it a multipart. Who knows but anyways hope you enjoy it!
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tags: modern au , college au, reader is a socially awkward gal, adam is a bit of a flirt, yang and weiss arent good friends, blake is kinda the evil ex sorry blake i love you, all characters are 18+ , alcohol mention, reader gets drunk, gn! reader
It had been a long, tedious week. Endless lectures, mountains of revision notes, and one particularly gruelling exam clung to you like a persistent shadow. Every step you took out of the university halls was accompanied by a nervous thump in your chest, your mind buzzing with doubts about whether all your hard work would be worth it. The stress felt tangible, a knot in your stomach that no amount of caffeine could smooth away.
That evening, as the campus population let out a collective sigh of relief, a continuous smile reflected on every face. Your two closest classmates insisted on shaking off the exam stress. There was Weiss Schnee, the epitome of refinement and restrained anxiety, whose every measured gesture and polished demeanour concealed an inner world of propriety and high expectations. And then, there was Yang Xiao Long, the undoubted life of any party, whose laughter and energy promised a night free of academic constraints.
Stepping onto the cool campus pavement, Yang clapped her hands excitedly
"Tonight is about letting it all go!" she declared, not bothering to lower her voice for the sake of the other students walking nearby. "Forget the tests, the deadlines - all of it!" she said ecstatically, flailing her hands about as if she was trying to shake out any memory of the exam.
"It's too late to go back to change anything you wrote down now so might as well dance it out!" Weiss rolled her eyes ever so slightly at Yang's carelessness over her own grade work but a small amused smile tugged at her glossed lip.
She replied in a steady tone, "I suppose a break is overdue…I don't know if my sister would approve of such a wild night though..." Her voice tempering out to a whisper as if her elder sister was nearby and would hear their evening plans. "Oh please, Weiss, tonight is all about having fun! I would love to see you loosen up a little and break that perfect princess façade even if it is just for one night."
They each laughed at the others comments while you watched them — inside you lingered on a slightly different note. As much as you cared for Weiss and admired Yang spirit, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness, like you were being abandoned on the outskirts of their close friendship. Every laugh, every teasing comment between the two felt like secret code that you hadn't been taught. The blonde and whitenette girls banter came to a halt, the glow of the neon sign above the club door luring them inside.
Yang, ever the instigator of late-night adventures, practically dragged both you and Weiss forward. "Come on, we're almost there!" Yang exclaimed, linking her arm with Weiss's and then half gracefully, half forcefully, dragging you along.
You offered a hesitant smile as you trailed behind them. In your mind, you wondered if you were simply the quieter one, constantly overshadowed by Weiss's refined wit and Yang's extroverted charm. Your heart fluttered with both the hopeful thought of a night without expectations and the burden of feeling like an outsider among your group.
As you neared the entrance, Yang pointed excitedly toward a familiar face lingering near the door.
"Hey, isn't that Blake?" she said, her eyes lighting up. Yang gestured subtly towards the figure near the entrance. Weiss followed Yang's lead..
"Oh my gosh, it is! Quick Yang we have to ask her how the exam went." Weiss sped up toward Blake's now dragging Yang and you behind her.
"BLAKEYYYY!!!" Yang exclaimed, drawing the attention of everyone at a club. Blake turned to the direction of the voice, her eyes round shock then surprise.
"Yang? Weiss? Wow what are you guys doing here!?" she asked, seeming slightly embarrassed by all the attention Yang brought to her but still happy to see her friends.
"We're here to shake off all that post exam stress, speaking of,how did yours go?" Weiss replied curiously, Yang chiming in
"Oh my god I can't believe we chose to go to the same club! Kismet, I guess, c'mon I'll buy us all a drink." The girls started chatting and slowly making their way to the bar. And you were left behind again. You didn't really know Blake aside from when Yang had posted their hangouts on social media, You started to look around scanning the faces of people in and entering the club. You recognised a few people from around campus but no, you didn't really know anyone.
C'mon stop being such an anti-social freak and go talk to people. you thought to yourself but she couldn't bring yourself to start any sort of conversation. The trio of girls had disappeared from the bar and you had no idea where they had gone. Just as the thought of going home and drowning your worries in snacking on that tub of Ben & Jerry's you had bought the other night as a treat for your post exam self entered your mind. You found it lost track as your attention had been caught by something in the corner of your eye. Pulling you fully into the present.
In a dimly lit corner of the club, you caught sight of a man whose presence was both magnetic and disarming. He stood casually, gazing out into the sea of people not really looking at anyone in particular. The man’s eyes swept across the room before settling on…
You. There was something in his gaze both piercing and playfully challenging that made your heart skip a beat.
Drawing a deep breath to quell your inner nervousness, you drifted toward the mysterious man, all your teachings of stranger danger screaming at you in your head. But something about him made you feel like he was in a similar predicament as you. As you neared, the man made an effort to meet you halfway and you both found yourselves leaning against the wall where a brightly lit led light flashing LADIES ROOM glowed above you,
Great…way to go y/n. Lovely romantic public restroom ambience. You thought scolding yourself
The man’s eyes locked onto you with a mix of amusement and curiosity.
“Exams still got you tied up, or are you just lost in thought?” he teased lightly, his tone flirtatious and warm. The smile dancing around his lips was undeniably inviting, as though he’d seen right through the hustle of academic life to the person beneath.
You blinked in surprise, momentarily at a loss for words. His playful remark cut through the tension like a cool breeze on a stifling summer night.
“Is that obvious huh? I guess I’m still a little wound up about it,” you confessed, your voice soft but laced with the tired honesty of someone who’d carried the burden of pressure all day.
“It’s as though every test question is chasing me, even now.” you said with a slightly more hushed tone.
"Names Adam by the way." he said with a smile tugging at his lips, “Adam,” you said carefully, as if testing the waters of this newfound connection.
“I’m Y/N.” The words felt liberating, like a small manifesto declaring your readiness to try something different, you weren't the type to chat up random men in clubs but you were already stepping out your comfort zone by coming to such a lively place so you thought a new experience may help you forget about the shitstorm of a semester you had just finished.
“Y/N,” he repeated, savoring the taste of your name on his tongue as if it were something rare and intriguing.
“Nice to meet you, my fair lady” His teasing tone matched with a small awkward bow was both playful and oddly reassuring, a reminder that you weren't the only awkward one.
"What are you doing here then Adam? It's hard to believe a guy as…tall as yourself would be alone." tall? seriously? God you can tell I never go out at all . You didn't want to come off too strong and call him handsome...because he was certainly handsome…you were honestly surprised he was hanging out in the corner by himself and not surrounded by a crowd of suitors. "Eh I prefer being alone, I'm less likely to get annoyed by…unfavourable individuals." He said looking off into a direction, You followed his gaze and saw who it was directed at.
"Blake? You know her?" you said surprised, guess it's a small world after all. "We used to be…acquainted…" he said looking down.
"Oh…my friends know her, that's who she's with right now."
"You came with friends? Why aren't you with them?" Adam stated almost accusatively.
"I uh..kinda got left behind…" you laugh "It's okay! Clubs aren't really my scene anyways. I only came because I got invited." Y/N said sheepishly.
"So they invited you and left you behind for someone else? Some friends they are.."
You opened your mouth to protest but after a moment you shut it, not being able to defend your so-called friends. "I only really came to shake off exam stress…" you mumbled. Trying to lessen the embarrassment of being left behind on yourself.
He chuckled, the sound blending with the bass in a way that seemed too smooth.
“You know,” he said with a subtle flare of amusement, “it’s almost endearing how much the exam’s still got you in its grip, like you’re still mid-session when everyone else is off-duty.” Then, as if dispelling the remnants of your unrelenting stress, he added, “Tell you what, let me get you a drink. Consider it my little way of saying that sometimes, you’ve got to take a break before the summer starts.”
Surprised by his forwardness, you hesitated for just a moment before nodding. “That sounds… nice. Thank you,” you managed, a small smile breaking through. As long as I see the drink being made of course. You weren't naïve to the fact that club spiking's were a thing but you didn't say that part out loud so as to not offend this potential friend, ever the people pleaser. In that instant, with the clamour of the club fading into insignificance, the simple act of accepting his offer felt like a small act of rebellion against the suffocating expectations of your life.
Adam Taurus, as he introduced himself with an easy grace, signalled the bartender with a wave and soon returned with a freshly poured cocktail, a vibrant, shimmering concoction that, much like him, radiated confidence and a hint of mischief. “Here’s to you Miss y/n, to finishing your…” he said trailing off expecting you to finish the sentence.
"First year at university." you said a bit sheepishly. You still couldn't believe it was over.
"To finishing your First year!" he said a bit louder than you did as to make up for the unfinished declaration from before, handing you the drink with a wink.
The cocktail’s first sip was a revelation—a burst of sweet and tangy flavours that seemed to sing against the backdrop of your day’s worries. As you savoured it, you couldn’t help but let yourself relax, the sharp edges of exam stress softening under the comforting warmth that spread from within.
“ So tell me,” Adam said, leaning in as the strobe lights played across his intent eyes, “What are your plans after you finish Uni?” His voice carried both mischief and warmth, a playful challenge in the midst of the chaos.
Your laugh was soft at first, hesitant yet slowly growing bolder. “I honestly have no idea." you admitted, unconsciously twisting a loose strand of hair as your shoulders relaxed bit by bit. “I've started applying to a bunch of internships so hopefully one of them likes me enough to keep me on board.” you said. In all honesty you were unsure as to what career path you were going to follow after the next couple of years flew by, you thought you would have figured it out by now but you're still the clueless yet hopeful high school student you were when you applied to higher education. The stiffness of your shoulders softened, and you leaned in closer, drawn by his ease and the genuine care behind his words and also to hear his reply as the DJ was now blasting some god awful trap music making it impossible to even hear your own thoughts.
Adam grinned and lightly reached across the table, his fingertips grazing yours as if to erase some of the weight from your mind. “I'm sure everything will work out. If you're still stressed then consider me your temporary liberator,” he teased. “Tonight, there’s simply no room for worries.” His tone joking but genuine.
Just then, your gaze drifted to a shadowed corner of the club where your two friends—Weiss and Yang were still in deep conversation with Adam's ex (?) you weren't quite sure, Blake. A playful scowl mixed with exasperation flitted over your face. “I can’t believe they just left me here,” you complained softly, glancing back at the flirtatious stranger. “They’re off chasing some random girl, acting like it’s the big adventure of the night.” There was a hint of sarcasm in your tone, but also a vulnerability—a yearning for authentic connection that your friends’ careless abandon never seemed to fulfil.
Adam’s eyes glowed with sympathetic understanding as he replied, “Sounds like the universe knows you're too good to be mingled with their lot. And trust me I know good company when I see some. I’m glad I’m here with you, instead.” He paused, letting his words sink in amid the neon glow and the hum of distant laughter. “Besides,” he added with a teasing note, “I promise to keep you entertained much more effectively than two escapading friends."
Your initial frown softened into a small, genuine smile. You shifted your position the way your hands now rested more casually on the table, as if letting go of the rigid posture that had clung to you all day. “I appreciate that,” you murmured.
“I almost forgot what it feels like to just… relax. To laugh without worrying whether there’s another problem waiting for me the next day.”
Adam’s hand lingered near yours, his tone turning more intimate. “Sometimes, the best way to shake off those chains is to let someone else hold them for a while. For me, rescuing brilliant and overworked souls like yours is a pleasure.” His playful remark was charged with a genuine intent that made your heart flutter for a split second.
"Oh my gosh, look at me being all narcissistic and talking about me and my problems. Anyways, what do you do?" you replied trying to steer the conversation away from the potentially flirty road. You weren't that drunk yet.
"Oh I'm in my 3rd year. I'm also doing an internship that's helping me pay off the tuition. Not loving it so far but it's hard to complain when theyre paying for my school." He said in a light tone, trying to downplay how much he hated his employers. "It's mostly just sitting at a desk and typing away, a bit boring but beggars can't be choosers I suppose."
You were kinda envious of him. At least he kinda had his life figured out. Yeah he didn't particularly like the work but I mean, what kind of masochist enjoys work? You wondered which company he was working for; Beacon? Schnee Corp? Atlas Tech? You had sent in applications to almost all the big name companies your university was partnered with but had yet to hear a reply from any.
"What company are you interning at?" You asked leaning ever-so-slightly forward "any chance you could put in a good word for me?" You joked, quietly hoping he would take your request to heart.
"Oh it's White Fang, it's a charity. I originally applied because I enjoy doing charity work and being on field" he took a breath, eyes darting to the other corner of the room, his tongue wetting his lips, "but ever since me and Blake broke up she had her dad make me work the boring desk job and data analysis. Seems okay on paper at least she didn't get me fired but god it's so boring just sitting at a desk and typing away…" he said a bit disheartened.
Damn some breakup…so Blake's just some nepo baby? Suppose it makes sense that she's friends with Weiss then.
Sensing this particular topic had reached its natural end, you decided to order another round of drinks for the two of you.
The lounge hums with low beats, the neon lights flickering across half-empty glasses at the bar. The place isn’t quite upscale, but it’s trying. You swirl your drink slowly, watching the liquid catch the glow. Adam, beside you, does the same but with the casual ease of someone who belongs anywhere he decides to sit.
You take a sip, glancing around. “You know, this place really has a certain vibe. Not sure if it's classy or just pretending to be.”
Adam chuckles, stirring his cocktail. “Right? It’s got that ‘we spent money on lighting but forgot about the sticky floors’ kind of feel.”
You smirk, setting your drink down. “Sticky floors give it character. You ever been to a place that felt too clean? Makes me nervous.”
Adam raises an eyebrow. “I can’t say I’ve ever judged a place by its floor, but I’ll keep that in mind next time I step in somewhere and it smells like bleach.”
Your eyes flick to his drink, the unnerving shade of it. You gesture toward it, tilting your head. “What is that? It looks radioactive.”
Adam holds up his glass, inspecting it as if it might reveal its secrets. “Some kind of citrus and... something questionable. Bartender swore it was good, so I took the gamble.”
You laugh softly. “Bold move. Last time I trusted a bartender, I ended up drinking something that tasted like a melted candle.”
Adam winces. “Were you drinking or performing some kind of sacrifice?”
You sigh dramatically. “Honestly? Both. It was a rough week.”
You hesitate, then shrug, tapping your fingers against your glass. “Do you ever get stuck between wanting to do everything and just wanting to disappear into the countryside?”
Adam leans back, nodding slowly. “Oh, all the time. One day I want to be some high-powered exec, the next I want to be a goat farmer in Scotland.”
You snort. “That is a range.”
Adam grins. “I contain multitudes.”
You raise your glass, amusement flickering through you. “To multitudes, then.”
Adam clinks his glass against yours. “Cheers.”
You clear your throat, gripping your glass a little tighter. “So do you come here often?”
Oh no. That sounded straight out of a bad rom-com. Why did you say that? Why do you sound like someone’s uncle trying to make small talk at a family reunion?
Adam raises a brow, swirling his drink like he has all the time in the world. “I think you’re doing great so far. Very natural.”
You groan, tilting your head back in mock despair before hiding behind your glass. “I swear I know how to have normal conversations. Usually.”
That is a bold-faced lie. You have never been normal in your life.
Adam leans in slightly, his voice dipping just enough to make your pulse stutter. “You know, you look cute when you’re all flustered like this.”
You nearly choke on your drink, spluttering through several stunted breaths.
“I—what?” You cough like you can physically eject the awkwardness from your body. “Wait, are you just saying that to mess with me?”
His grin widens, and now you know you are being bullied.
“Maybe. But you really do.”
Unbelievable. You glare at him, though you’re pretty sure it lacks any actual intimidation.
“I am being bullied in real time.”
Adam raises his glass, utterly unfazed. “Would it help if I toast to your charming awkwardness?”
You point a finger at him, squinting. “Do not.”
If he does, you might actually combust on the spot.
You stir your drink, trying so hard to say something cool and mysterious, but all you can think about is how weird the condensation feels on your palm. So, naturally, you blurt it out.
“I feel like I should say something intriguing right now, but all I can think about is how weird this condensation is.”
Adam blinks at you for a second before laughing, shaking his head. “That /is/ very mysterious.”
You groan, covering your face with your hand. “Stop encouraging this.”
He grins, sipping his drink. “But it’s fun watching you try to recover.”
You glance at him over your glass, trying so hard to act unaffected, but the way he looks at you makes something buzz in your chest. You swallow, tilting your head slightly.
“So, are we doing the whole ‘stare intensely while pretending we’re not flirting’ thing, or should we just admit it?”
That was almost smooth. Almost.
Adam’s eyes flick to yours, his smirk deepening.
“Uh—yes? Wait, no. I mean—what was the question again?”
You laugh, nudging his arm lightly. “Just drink your radioactive cocktail, Adam.”
And maybe stop looking at me like that, because my brain is short-circuiting.
As the night wore on and the cocktail’s charms took hold, you began to relax more than you ever had in ages. With every sip, the worries about upcoming grades ebbed a little further away. Adam’s teasing continued in a gentle, flirtatious rhythm: a playful nudge here, a half-smile there.
The neon lights blur as you linger at the bar, already feeling more tipsy than you intended. The bass pulses through you, and the chaotic energy of the club only amplifies your need to shine—even if it means your flirtation comes out cheesier than planned.
You lean forward with a wobbly grin.
"This is nice, I never knew talking to random strangers could be so fun. I guess it all depends on the person. Who wouldn't feel good sitting next to a handsome face like yours?"
Yes, that came out exactly as I imagined—absurd and hopelessly cheesy. But somehow, it also feels like the most honest thing I could ever say.
Adam chuckles, his eyes dancing in the strobe light.
"That's for books. You really know how to leave an impression, don't you?"
You laugh, your words a little slurred as you take another sip of your cocktail. The drink warms you in a way that makes your heart skip.
"I guess I'm just a walking contradiction tonight: too clumsy to be cool but determinedly dazzling in my own way."
My brain is a jumble of thoughts, each more absurd than the last, but I can’t help feeling that maybe this wacky mix is what makes the night memorable.
Adam's smile turns tender as he moves a little closer, his touch lightly brushing your hand.
"Every word out of you, as silly as it may be, brightens up this crazy night. It's like you're the sparkle no one expected."
You can’t decide if you're mortified by your own absurdity or thrilled that it seems to working.
Feeling emboldened by his warmth and the mist of alcohol, you toss another line, almost tripping over your own excitement.
"You're really hot y'know? Like I could cut my finger on that jawline"
Great, now I sound like a thirsty fangirl, he probably thinks I'm crazy
Adam laughs softly, eyes crinkling in amusement. His gaze, full of both mischief and genuine care, makes your heart flutter even as your vision wavers.
"You certainly have a way with words. But I think those cocktails are getting to you."
Your laughter trails off as you realize that the room is starting to spin. The cocktail's effects become unmissable, and your head feels heavy with alcohol and all the weight of the night's daring confessions.
Before you can form another quirky remark, Adam's tone shifts to a gentle seriousness.
"Hey, I think you've had enough adventures for one night. Why don't I take you home so you can make your beauty sleep?"
A moment of vulnerable clarity cuts through your fog.
Yes, that's exactly what I need—someone to guide me through this fuzzy night back to my Ben & Jerry's filled fridge.
You offer him a sheepish smile, feeling both embarrassed and incredibly grateful.
"That… sounds nice."
He gently takes your arm, steadying you as you push away from the bar your cheesy lines and awkward flirts make less sense—but the warmth of Adam's care leaves a lasting, comforting glow.
Weiss and Yang's gaze lingered on you for a moment. Weiss with a hint of concern hidden behind her pristine composure, and Yang with an amused gleam in her eye. They shared a brief, wordless understanding and gave a weak wave to you as you left the club with Adam, while Blake seemed to be glaring at the back of Adam's head and whispered something to the other girls.
I'm too out of it to care about whatever gossip they're doing right now.
You step out into the cool night air, the club’s pulsating neon glow fading behind you. The alcohol’s warmth still lingers in your veins as Adam gently guides you along the quiet sidewalk. His arm is a steady presence around your shoulder, and despite your unsteady steps, you feel surprisingly safe.
"Hey, no rush," Adam says softly. "Let me walk you home, okay?"
You manage a small nod and mumble, "Thank you," your words thick with a mixture of exhaustion and genuine appreciation.
I can’t believe how out of it I am tonight, you think, glancing up at him. But there’s something so reassuring about his calm, caring voice.
The streetlights cast long shadows as you round a quiet corner, and the distant hum of the city seems to fade into a gentle silence. You attempt to steer the conversation, even if just a bit, to distract yourself from the fog in your mind. "So… how did you end up here tonight?" you ask, your voice a little slurred but sincere.
Adam smiles, his eyes warm in the dim light. "Stalking my ex...joking joking… but I just wanted to get my mind off things for a bit and luckily found some good company."
It's hard to believe a guy as perfect as him has rough nights like me, but I guess even the saints weren't saints too, you think as you focus on his steady presence. The world around you is soft and indistinct, and every step feels both heavy and strangely light at the same time.
As you continue, you find yourself confessing in short, halting sentences about the rough week you’ve had—about everything piling up and how tonight, of all nights, felt like the only time you could be yourself, awkward and all. Adam listens intently, never interrupting, his steady encouragement a silent promise of support.
Reaching the entrance to your building, Adam stops and turns to you with a gentle smile. "Here we are," he says. "You sure you’ll be alright getting upstairs?
You shrug, your cheeks warming with a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. "I—yeah, I think so. Thanks for everything tonight."
I never expected to feel this cared for when I was so out of it, you reflect, the sincerity in his eyes leaving a tender mark on your heart.
Adam leans a little closer. "I mean it. And if you ever need company again, or just a walk home you know where to find me." He says with a grin as he hands you a piece of paper with a number on it.
Oh, oh
It's his phone number. Does that mean he wants to see you again? You smile back at him and that the paper
You smile, a slow, fuzzy smile that stretches despite the haze. "I’d like that."
With one final reassuring smile he watches as you make your way up the steps. The door closes behind you with a soft click, leaving a warm glow of gratitude and the subtle promise of more moments like this lingering in your thoughts.
Tonight wasn’t perfect, but it turned out to be exactly what I needed, you muse, settling into the quiet of your room.
🧁𐙚 : hii ive had serious adam brainrot for a while and not being able to do ANYHING about it because of exams has been a struggle but heres a little headcanon / fic i wrote about the concept of raven being adam's mentor and parental figure in his early days of development has always been really interesting to me imo. and it kinda makes sense i mean just LOOK at them. anyways heres the result of my brainrot.
words: 812
tags: mentor / student conflict, raven being a little shit, adam being a hopeful young boy who isn't completely off the rails yet, reckless endangerment of a child
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They had been walking in silence for what felt like hours. Adam was getting sick of it. Raven hadn’t so much as glanced at him since the failed raid on that group of Huntsmen they stumbled upon while hunting. Normally, Adam had no issue cutting down those pig-bootlicking, pathetic excuses for "heroes," but this time was different.
One of the Huntsmen was a Faunus.
The moment Adam pressed his blade to the man’s throat, he saw it—his ears twitching, the sheer panic in his eyes. It struck something deep within him, something he’d buried beneath layers of rage and determination. He saw the terrified faces of the friends he'd lost in the mines—the ones who never made it out.
And in that moment, Adam hesitated.
That brief flicker of doubt had given the Huntsman an opening. A swift kick sent Adam’s sword flying, and in seconds, the Faunus was gone, slipping into the darkness before he could regain control of the situation. The failure was unacceptable.
Raven had sent the rest of the tribe ahead to prepare for their inevitable relocation. But Adam? No, she had ordered him to follow her—and now he found himself trailing behind the infamous warrior, completely lost, unable to turn back even if he wanted to. Not that he would. Facing Raven’s silent treatment was preferable to the mockery of the others. They’d call him weak. A coward. A disgrace.
He was snapped from his thoughts when Raven suddenly stopped.
Adam stiffened. His mind jumped to every possible scenario. Was she going to reprimand him? Punish him? Kill him?
Finally, she spoke, her tone as indifferent as ever.
"Start a fire and set up camp. We’re staying here tonight."
Adam had questions—too many—but he knew better than to ask. With a curt nod, he began gathering wood and stones, preparing the fire.
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The flames crackled, casting shifting shadows against the towering trees. Adam sat rigid, arms crossed, his crimson blade resting at his side. Across from him, perched on a fallen log, sat Raven. Her mask lay beside her, revealing sharp, calculating eyes that gleamed in the firelight.
"You hesitated," she stated, her voice devoid of warmth. "That’s weakness."
Adam’s jaw tightened.
"I know…" he admitted. "But that hunter—he was a Faunus. When I looked into his eyes, all I could think about were the others. The ones I worked beside in the mines. The ones still trapped there. I lost focus… it won’t happen again."
He kept his eyes locked onto the fire, unwilling to meet Raven’s gaze.
She let the silence stretch before finally replying.
"Your words mean nothing. If you want to prove yourself—to the tribe, to me—you have to act."
Adam swallowed hard, his grip tightening around his forearm.
"I’ll act when the time is right."
The second the words left his mouth, regret crept in. He had talked back. To Raven. He’d be lucky if she didn’t cut him down right here and leave him for the Grimm to find. His heart pounded as he braced for fury.
Instead, he heard something he wasn’t expecting.
A chuckle.
"The time is right when you decide it is,” Raven scoffed. "You wait for orders, for justification. That’s why you’ll never be truly free."
Adam stared at her. How could she be so indifferent? How could she be so cold toward his people? The Faunus had suffered systematic hatred and oppression, and she—she just dismissed it as if it meant nothing?
His frustration flared, his voice raw with passion.
"You think freedom is running away? Abandoning everything?"
He knew the words would hit her where it hurt. Knew what she had left behind—what she had chosen to walk away from. He met her gaze, daring her to react.
Raven shrugged, tossing a twig into the flames.
"Freedom is power. No attachments, no obligations—only strength."
He scoffed.
"Spoken like someone too afraid to fight for something real."
Raven moved faster than he could process. In an instant, her sword was at his throat, the firelight catching on the steel.
"Spoken like someone who doesn’t know what it takes to win,"
she countered, her tone sharp, deadly.
For a moment, neither of them moved. The crackling flames seemed to shrink, drowned in the tension between them. Then, just as quickly, Raven withdrew, turning away.
"Survive long enough, and you’ll understand,"
she muttered.
"But only if you listen. This world is cruel, Adam. Trust me—being led by your heart in battle will only bring you grief."
Her voice softened, just barely. Then she turned, walking back into the shadows.
"I’ll have someone come get you in the morning. If you’re still alive by then. If you don’t act, it’ll cost you."
Adam watched her go, fists clenched at his sides.
He wasn’t sure if he despised her—or if, deep down, he feared she might be right.
🥮 : hi there !! unfortunately we have been very busy because it's exam season... 😓 so this is very, very overdue !! hope you enjoy nontheless ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧
🧁's thoughts
pyrrha & adam
ok so pyrrha and adam interaction is kinda random, but also really interesting me thinks
ive had alot of time to thunk
because pyrrha is so humble and nice i feel like she would approach mr taurus with respect and a bit of fear since hes a terrorist aha
i think adam would HATE her tho like he sees her as a symbol of everything he hates in human society because shes so famous and doesnt do anything about faunus
and just high key beef with eachother
i feel like pyrrha would be like this isnt you adam youre a good guy because she kinda understands where hes coming from
but like our hater king taurus would just nawttt listen to her and maybe make fun of pyrrha for being famous or soemthing and never knowing struggle
sorry im so adam pilled rn
raven as adam's mentor
adam gets taken in by their tribe after he runs away from the SDC, and raven kinda sees herself in him and taught him the ways of the blade trademark. kinda having a teacher student / mother son relationship, but then adam was like lol can we help the faunus and raven was like lol tahts not our tribes problem and adam was like, "ok fuck u"
and left
and raven was like "damn that bitch..."
🥮's thoughts
okay so my first thought was for weiss and yang. i know he meets yang in canon but i just wanted to brainrot about his thoughts on her.... but i'll also add my quick thoughts on ruby.
ruby & adam
i think adam would see her as pretty harmless. i never really saw adam as a blind murderer, more someone who only wanted to hurt those who reminded him of the oppressors.
ruby is just friendly to everyone, so i think he'd find her irritating more than anything.
"wow, hi! your sword is so nice! like...is the metal painted? dyed? just looks like that?" and she's like bouncing around him
"..." he pinches his nose bridge, just sighing,
"oh! oh! are you sick? do you need to go to the infirmary? the hospital? "
"no, i am not sick. it's a metal alloy that looks red. happy now?"
"sick..."
he'd might find her annoying enough to want to get away from her, but probably just sees her as a kid.
maybe he'd look at her with a little envy of how she could live so normally and so loved by those around her.
maybe he was just a little weapon nerd at heart too, before he got consumed by his greater ambitions.
maybe he loved roses too, and that's why his semblance also wilts into petals like ruby's.
and maybe he just wanted to live normal life too. without all the burdens on his shoulders.
once he finds out about how she and blake know each other he'd probably go ballistic.
gosh that wasn't just a few quick thoughts at all. that spiralled. anyways....
weiss & adam
i have this sorta twisted idea that adam should've found out about weiss being blake's friend, and how she's the heiress of the SDC. it would've made so much more sense for him to have hurt/killed her in the show than him finding out about yang and cutting off her arm...but that's just my personal preference...
no hate to weiss or anything, but she could afford to lose a limb. especially since her semblance is a summoning one. like she could still fight just fine.
if he met her early volume 1, when she was still obsessed with her status as a schnee, i think he would've killed her on the spot.
if they had a conversation in volume 2-3 it would probably be something like...
"those eyes... you're a schnee?"
his hand rests on the hilt of his blade.
"ugh. i hate it when people define me by my family name. my name is weiss, first and foremost. also, who are you? are you a member of the white fang? i mean you're wearing one of those masks."
his eyebrow raises at her tone. but he can only see red knowing that she is in fact a direct benefactor of his and his kin's blood, sweat and tears.
"my name is of no concern to a schnee."
i don't really see them getting along at all. like not even if he decided to stop killing people. he'd hold a dark hatred for her and her family for the rest of his life (which imo he's entitled to).
knowing that blake even befriended a schnee would probably break his heart, especially since she knows that they're the reason he wears the mask. the reason for his scars. the reason for his deep-seated trauma.
yang & adam
it definitely depends on which volume he meets her, and whether or not she's started getting romantically involved with blake or not.
either way he would not like yang. she's too bubbly for him, and he definitely doesn't like people who get friendly too quick. it feels disingenous to him. definitely someone who'd get wary of anyone who touches him.
sorry for the below....it basically became another adam yearnign fic..... im clinically obsessed.
as soon as he realises her and yang have something going on he'd lose his shit.
that was his spot.
the person he loved.
his one and only.
the person he would bleed his body dry for.
and some bumbling fool (no offense yang, this is adam talking) just comes along, acts a bit nice to blake and gets her attention that easily?
unbelievable.
i think it'd drive him crazy as well knowing that he was never that special to blake. her feelings for him faded. they were temporary and easily replacable. it would sting and stab at his heart, enough to make him go mad with jealousy.
what does she have that he didn't?
the more he compared how different he was to yang would make him feel sick, knowing that blake would never look back for him or look at him the way she does to yang because he was just so fundamentally different from her.
he'd probably feel ill from how disparate yang's personality is from his.
she had a lot more than he did. or maybe it was more accurate to say she hadn't lost as much as he had.
she was so like the sun. light.
he was blake's shadow.
but that was the thing. shadows. they would always be closer than the light of the distant sun. they were inescapable.
blake would never have to go looking for adam. he would always be there for her. especially in her darkest moments.
haunting her from below her. never good enough to be above her, and never daring to touch her skin like the warmth of the sunlight would.
he would only shade her from the harshness of the heat, and cool her aching muscles when the world was too blinding for her.
that was all he could hope for.
but her? she could touch her all she wanted. envelop her in warmth, soft touches and glances. no one would chastise her for that. after all she wasn't as dirty and cold as he was. even glancing at blake felt like a privilege to him.
and she would never know how fucking lucky she was in his eyes. for what she could do so easily for blake.
🥮: uoghhhhhh.....love this idea..... i want him to have a tail so bad...either it's super mangled from his days at the SDC or snipped maybe.// or maybe he just hides to for combat purposes.....uoghhhhhh......
