#rwbyrsweek

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rwbyrsweek day 5: lie ren/fox alistair

slowly working through these a week later

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RWBY Relationship Week:

7. Blake Belladonna and Reese Chloris

[rosemarylesbian]

Rwbyrsweek day 7

blake belladonna/weiss schnee

[chocobunnydrops]

Not Anymore

RWBY Relationship Week Day One: Ruby Rose and Ruby Rose

Rating: K+ 

Warnings: Spoilers for Season 3 Finale

Read on: ao3 • ff.net

See below the cut for Author’s Note!

“AHHHHGGG! I can’t find it! I knew I put it here before I left for Beacon!”

Ruby Rose, respected leader of Team RWBY, one of the best Scythe-wielders Vale had ever seen, and apparently destined to be an amazing warrior because of her silver eyes, was currently sprawled on all fours in her bedroom, attempting to locate that pesky first-aid kit.

Under the bed was the only place left to check. Lowering herself onto her belly, she carefully scrunched underneath the low wooden edge, making sure to hold her breath as she wiggled her way through (a years’ worth of dust bunnies was the last thing she wanted to breath in).

Aha! Victory at last! Ruby’s hand triumphantly closed over the small plastic container, sliding it out as she inched backwards from her bed. But just before she freed herself, she noticed another small box, formerly hidden from sight by the first aid kit. This one was wooden, its red paint faded from old age.

That was strange. Ruby was fairly certain she had never left anything like that under her bed.  Nor could she remember owning a chest like that. Oh well. She must have simply forgotten about it. For curiosity’s sake, she slid it out along with the first aid kit.

Now that it had emerged from the shadows,  Ruby could see the small, sloppy roses painted on it, as well as her own name carved onto the lid. Memories suddenly came flooding back to her, of a time before Beacon, before Signal, even, when she had barely reached Dad’s waist and had wanted to keep a diary “like all the girls in the movies did.”  

With shaky hands she undid the clasp on the chest, long since rusted in the years since she had last opened her “Special Ruby Box”.  But the diary,her diary, remained almost exactly the same as she was beginning to remember it.

Her fingers gently coaxed the yellowed pages to turn, landing on a random entry. The words ‘Yang’ and ‘Uncle Qrow’ immediately caught her attention, so she began reading…

Dear Diary,

I had the same dream last night. Yang and I were in a forest that I had never seen before. I was tired, so I think Yang was pulling me in the wagon. For some reason, she looked really worried. I’ve never seen Yang look so worried before.

We stopped outside a weird looking barn. It was falling apart and empty. But Yang said we were finally here. I asked where and she said somewhere, wherever someone named Raven was. I don’t know any Ravens, but I think she must not be that smart if she lives in a barn full of holes and dust. I was about to tell Yang that when I saw the eyes.

They were red, and glowing, and there were so many of them. But right before they reached us, a swoosh of movement appeared and knocked them away. Yang and I were safe, and then everything goes blurry.  I woke up right after that.

Dad was away again, so I told Uncle Qrow about it. He told me not to worry. He said it was just a dream. He asked me not to tell Yang about it, which was weird because he knows I tell Yang everything. But Uncle Qrow said just this once I couldn’t tell her. He gave me cookies (the special ones that Dad keeps on the top shelf of the cupboard) and said I could choose the movie we watched that night. I chose Beauty and the Beowolf. Uncle Qrow commented on how improbable all of it was, like he always does, but something was different. His eyes didn’t have the same sparkle. I wonder if my dream was still bothering him.

But Dad’s going to come back tomorrow, so we’re going to the zoo to see the penguins. I’m super excited! Oops, Uncle Qrow is telling me it’s time to go to bed now. I’ll write all about our trip tomorrow!

Love, Ruby

Ruby spent the next few minutes staring at the book in her hands. The Grimm stickers carefully stuck to the cover, the messy scrawl of a child’s handwriting…they seemed so far away now, as she was preparing to run away from home to find answers.

She’d never been to Mistral before, had barely ever left Patch until she enrolled at Beacon. What was she doing? Going on a wild goose chase to a place that might not even have what she was looking for. It was a needle in a haystack kind of search, and she was just a little girl. A little girl who had lost the best warrior in her year, her headmaster, and her school all in one fell swoop. Yang refused to talk to her or get out of bed, Weiss was probably in Atlas by now, and Blake hadn’t been heard from since the Battle.

Her team was gone.  They’d been her life since she’d been made their leader at Beacon.  And they were gone, and she was here, and she was breaking her promise to tell them everything so they could solve it as a team.

And what Uncle Qrow had said about her eyes and being some kind of special hero…if that were true, why couldn’t she save Pyrrha? Why couldn’t she kill the dragon and capture Cinder? Why couldn’t she prevent all of this from happening? Maybe Mom had been a destined warrior, but she was just a normal girl with normal knees.  

Her eyes drifted to the packed backpack sitting at the foot of her bed. Maps, ammunition, enough food to last a few days--all of it had been secretly collected and stored in the same bag she brought to her first mission at Beacon. Looking at it now kindled memories of sneaking Zwei onto the airship, the feelings of nervous excitement, huddling around a campfire with Weiss, Blake, and Yang while Professor Oobleck recounted tales of the failed civilization.

What she’d give to go back to then.

It was a simpler time, though only in hindsight. The Breach seemed like nothing compared to Cinder’s latest attack, mostly because they were able to stop the invading Grimm and Pyrrha didn’t die and Blake didn’t run away and Beacon wasn’t blown into pieces.

Ruby sighed.

Jaune would be arriving soon. Ren and Nora too. She looked at the first aid kit clutched tightly in one hand, then the diary in the other.

Should she--? No, that was a foolish idea. Weiss would berate her for even considering it. The diary would just be dead weight, and she probably wouldn’t have time to write in it anyways. Better to leave it safe at home, protected by an old wooden chest and hidden under her bed like she had done when she was a child.

Because despite what Ozpin and Glynda said, they weren’t children.

Not anymore.

A/N: Thank you for reading! I'd love to hear any comments or criticism!

This was my first time writing Ruby, so I'm not completely sure I have her character and voice down. I actually really struggled with the diary part trying to make it sound like something a little kid would write, hence the choppy sentences and basic sentence structures. And of course, later on, I have to wonder if I made her too serious with all the contemplation (although after the battle and losing Pyrrha and setting out on a journey, I'm partial to believing that she'd do a lot of thinking about it all).

Anyways, see you for the rest of the week!

[hanasaku-shijin]

RWBY Relationship Week 5

Day 7 - Yang Xiao Long and Neo

**Note: I’m so tired today this is really dumb don’t even bother honestly. Takes place at the beginning of the tournament.

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“I'll catch you guys later!” 

Yang called this out to her teammates as they parted ways at the heart of the fairgrounds. There was a break in tournament activities for the current lunch hour, and the four of them had decided to spend a bit of leisure time exploring. Ruby and Weiss headed off together, and Blake stayed at Yang's side as they started off in the opposite direction. 

As they walked, Yang couldn't help but smile, occasionally stealing a glance at her partner. Blake's bow was perked tall as she gazed around at all of the foreigners. A lot of them had ears and tails. 

They soon passed by a group of Faunus, and Blake gasped aloud in excitement. Yang paused and cocked her head. 

“You know them?”

“Yeah... actually.”

“Go chat 'em up! I'll hang back.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course! You got catch up, I'll be here~”

Blake offered an appreciative smile and then scurried off.

Yang decided to loiter at the nearest food stand, leaning against the outside wall as she enjoyed the atmosphere of the festival. Everyone seemed to be in such a good mood, and the weather was gorgeous. It was so nice... 

She was getting so into her people-watching that she was very surprised when she felt a presence at her side.

“Whoa!” Yang jumped in surprise when she discovered the girl who'd suddenly appeared at her side. She had long black hair tied into twin-tails, and wore a rather unusual outfit. 

Yang had certainly never seen her before, and yet this girl with piercing green eyes was leaning awfully close to her.

“Um... Can I help you?” Yang awkwardly shifted a bit, wondering if she'd been mistaken for someone else. 

But the girl seemed very intent on her. She nodded her head in response to Yang's question. The blonde stammered.

“Uh... what can I do for you?” 

The smaller girl stepped closer, staring unblinkingly up into her eyes. 

Yang swallowed and was about to brush her off when the girl flicked her gaze behind Yang. She followed her gaze, seeing the girl was looking at the food stand behind her, which sold all kinds of cotton candy. 

Yang looked back at her. The girl blinked innocently.

“Um... you want some?”

With a tiny little bounce, the girl clapped. 

Yang wasn't sure what was going on, but Blake was still preoccupied with the other Faunus. Therefore, the blonde decided to humor this girl. 

She ushered her to the food stand, then ordered two sticks of cotton candy, both pink in color. Yang paid for both.  The other girl made no move to pay, but Yang didn't mind the small fee. 

The black-haired girl eagerly accepted her treat and dug right in.

They sat in silence for a moment, and while Yang thought the air was crackling with tension, the other girl seemed perfectly content with the arrangement. Still, Yang tried to start up a conversation, just to keep things a bit less awkward.

“So, um... where are you from?” 

The girl pulled off another mouthful and licked it until it dissolved. She shrugged, saying nothing. 

Yang stared. Was she supposed to guess?

“Um... Are you from Vale?” 

A shake of the head. 

“Mistral?” 

Another shake. 

“Haven.” 

A nod. 

Yang grimaced. 

“Oh. That's neat. How did your team do in the teams' matches?” 

But still, the other girl didn't speak. She just focused on eating her cotton candy. In response to Yang's question, she gave a little shrug, then presented her with an almost smug grin, and continued eating. 

Yang hadn't even touched her cotton candy. This was... just too awkward. 

Idly, she took a bite of her treat, seeing that the other girl was already just about done. Yang was scrambling for something else to say, but just then, a familiar voice called out to her.

“Yang!” She turned around to see Blake hurrying towards her. “Sorry about that. I'm ready.” The Faunus girl blinked in confusion. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, y'know. Just havin' a snack.”

“By yourself? You could've waited for me.”

“No, I was having some cotton candy with her-”

Yang looked back over her shoulder, only to find the space beside her completely vacant. Only an empty cotton candy stick laid there on the counter. 

Blake was clearly puzzled.

“Um, Yang? Who...?”

“I... she was just here a second ago?”

“Riiiight...”

“No, I swear!”

“If you say so.” 

Yang was still astounded, her jaw agape as she sought out the other girl.

She... wasn't just seeing things, right...? 

She started off with Blake again, splitting her cotton candy with her partner.

Just as they were rejoining the crowds, however, Yang caught sight of a familiar set of piercing green eyes. Yang opened her mouth as if to call out.

But something stopped her. 

The black-haired girl smirked again and blew a mischievous kiss her way. When she next blinked, her eyes were no longer green, but pink and brown... 

Yang shook her head quickly, then looked again. She was gone. 

Yang felt a tap on her shoulder.

“You okay?” Blake asked. 

Yang put a hand to her head and sighed.

“I think I need to sit down.”

[qrowst-with-the-most]

RWBYRSWEEK Day 7: Cardin Winchester and Lie Ren

“Hey, Ren…” Cardin greeted Ren.

“Hello, Cardin.” Ren replied. They were on board the evacuation ship to the outskirts of Vale. Cardin had approached Ren knowing what he wanted and had to say. But no he was having trouble finding the words.

“I’m, uh…I’m really sorry about her…Pyrrha, I mean…” He began.

“We all are, Cardin. There was nothing anyone could’ve done. But thank you.”

“It’s just I…I guess I wasn’t always on good terms with her. No fault of her own, of course.” Cardin tried to apologize for his past indiscretions, but it all seemed moot.

“It’s alright, Cardin. That’s all in the past. It’s just time for us to move on.” Ren replied. There was a moment of silence between the two of them. Cardin was on the verge of giving up. He clearly hadn’t timed this right.

“I am sure…if Pyrrha were here, she would appreciate and accept your apology." Ren said, placing a hand on Cardin's shoulder. Cardin sighed.

"I would hope so."

[sneakattxck]

rwby relationship week:  ↳ day seven: yang x neo

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RWBYRSWEEK Day 6: Arslan Altan and Yang Xiao Long

It was the winter season following the Battle of Beacon and there was a knock at the door of a small cottage on the Valian island of Patch. The patriarch of the Xiao Long household, Taiyang Xiao Long, flicked the pause button on the remote of his television set and looked curiously towards the sound of the knock. He hadn't been expecting any visitors today. It could have been Qrow stopping in again to see Yang, but he hadn't been around for a week or so. Tai got out of his recliner seat and walked to the door. He check the peephole to see a young girl with short blonde hair and a dark complexion. She was dressed in monk-like attire and wore a slightly sour expression. "Umm...hello. Can I help you?" Taiyang said after opening the door. "Good morning, my name is Arslan Altan. I was told this was the Xiao Long residence. I'm looking for Yang." She said. This girl seemed to get right to the point. "Yes, this is. I'm Yang's father, Taiyang. How do you know my daughter exactly?" He asked. "I am the leader of Haven's Team ABRN. We fought against Yang and her teammates in the first round of the Vytal Tournament. I wished to come and see how she has been recovering." "Oh, well I'm sure she would appreciate that, as do I. But, uh...see, Yang isn't exactly in the mood for visitors." Taiyang said with an innocent shrug. He was sorry this girl made the trip just to see Yang, but his daughter was in no mood to speak with anyone. She was even somewhat cold at times with him. "Please, Mr. Xiao Long. I implore you to allow me an audience with her." She pressed on. She came here with an objective and she would see it through no matter what. "Well...I, um...ya see, it's...," Taiyang tried to explain. "Dad, who's at the door." Said Yang from the hallway behind him. Taiyang turned around to his daughter, Arslan able to see Yang past him. "Yang, I wish to speak with you." She said, walking right past Taiyang. Why couldn't the man seem to keep control of his own house? "A-Arslan, right? I know you came here just to help a friend, but I have to ask you to le-" "It's alright, dad." Yang said. She didn't want to speak with Arslan or anyone, but she knew Arslan was one to see things through, so there no point in turning her away. Yang walked back into her room and Arslan followed after her. Taiyang heaved a weary sigh and shuffled back to his chair and the TV. Yang sat back on her bed, her eyes staring back out the window. She allowed Arslan to speak, but that didn't mean she was interested in what she had to say. "First, I am sorry what happened to you. Everyone is." Arslan said, her tone not quite as soft as it should've been. Yang huffed in retort. "Not as sorry as me." She said. "What I am most sorry for, however, is for the fact that you've given up." Arslan continued, her tone becoming even harder than before. Yang's eyebrows knit together, but she refused to look Arslan in the eye. "You may have noticed that your arm is not the only thing which has been lost. The girl from JNPR, Pyrrha. The robo...the girl, Penny, from Atlas. But more than that is that we have all lost our safety, our security, our lives. We know our enemy is powerful enough to hit us where we feel most protected. We are no longer students, you and I. None of us are. We are soldiers, warriors who must help face and push back the forces of darkness who have hurt and crippled us so." Yang felt her blood begin to heat up. Crippled us? In case Arslan was blind and unaware, she was the one here who was crippled. "It's not my enemy and it's not my fight...not anymore. I'm finished. Do I look like I can fight?" She hissed back at Arslan, still not looking her way. "You look like a ghost of the fighter you used to be. A fighter with such power, ferocity, and will that you could seemingly demolish a mountain if it stood in your way. But now look at you. You wallow in this room while some of us continue to struggle against the tide, knowing there is no assurance that we won't be washed away like those before us. You should never have tried to become a Huntress if your spirit can be broken so easily. You're nowhere near as strong as I once thought you were. You're soft, weak, a disgrace to your kingdom and your family." Yang's eyes erupted in a fierce red glow as she swung her right arm at Arslan out of reflex. It wasn't until she was falling out of bed that she remembered that fist of hers no longer existed. Before Yang could collide face first with the floor, Arslan caught her, her arms hooking beneath Yang's. Yang's lower body slipped from the bed, leaving both the girls resting on their knees. "There you are." Arslan whispered, her voice taking up a more hopeful tone. "There is the girl I thought had been lost." Yang struggled against Arslan's soft grasp but found it was no use. Her eyes still their fiery red, yet tears began leaking from them. Yang sniffled and growled furiously as her chin rested on Arslan's shoulder. "You are scared, I know. Scared to lose what little you may have left. But I have proven your will to fight and protect can still overpower that fear." As Yang continued to sob, Arslan pushed away so that they may finally look at each other for the first time during this conversation. "We've learned that your sister and the remaining members of JNPR have begun to journey for my home kingdom. They have safety in their group, but Ruby needs you, Yang. She needs your love and support more than ever before. My team and I would be happy and honored to escort you to Mistral so that you may reunite with her." Yang wiped the tears from her eyes and nodded in determination. She would no longer hide herself away from the world while her younger sister risked life and limb to right was had been wronged. "Dad, I'm gonna be heading out for a while!" Yang called to get father in the other. "Okay, sweetie. Any reason why though?" Taiyang called back. Yang gave Arslan a confident smile, to which Arslan returned with a smile of her own. "Just getting some fresh air."