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heyiwrotesomethings · 1 year

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RWBY enemies to lovers FEM r

blake and reader don't get along but one days it's after the whole Adam killing incident. R finds Blake having a breakdown (guilt maybe what ever you want) and comforts her<Blake falls asleep and starts purring 🥴> when she wakes up they're is a lot of fluff thank you .

An Unlikely Source of Comfort

Blake Belladonna She/Her Faunus Reader

A/N: I made the reader a Faunus, but I was vague on what kind so y’all can decide what you’d like for yourselves. It’s hard to try to write shorter things while also having a large timeline to sorta fill out. I like for thing to progress at a natural pace so the buildup doesn’t seem forced or sudden but aaargh writing is hard sometimes. Hope you find a few things to like about this at the very least. The next Blake fic I have to work on is already working out much better so hopefully you’ll like that one when it’s done : ) Word Count: 2,244

Blake did not get along with (Y/n) at Beacon. Her words were as harsh as her glares. She was rude and emotionally volatile. Blake couldn’t really blame her, being a Faunus with blatant traits required one to be able to stand up for themself, but it was possible to overdo it and push away people who meant well.

Even in (Y/n)’s own team she was an outsider. There was no trust and tensions always seemed high. Blake was glad (Y/n) wasn’t on her team. Unfortunately there were times when they had to work together, assigned to spar or collaborate on a project. Blake never stood for her poorly attitude, however. Whatever (Y/n) dished out, Blake sent it right back. She could have been imagining it, but she thought it possible that (Y/n) actually began respecting her more for it.

Logically Blake knew that she shouldn’t be so worried. (Y/n) was a Faunus too after all. Nevertheless she could only imagine how (Y/n) would look down on her knowing Blake hid her ears while she showed her traits proudly.

But (Y/n) just tossed a towel over Blake’s head with a quiet grunt. Blake pushed the towel away from her eyes in time to watch (Y/n) pivot on her heel and start walking away, back to the clearing where Professor Goodwitch would be waiting for the students’ return from their battles in the forest. Anxiously, Blake called out,

“You won’t tell anyone, will you?”

(Y/n) stopped, but did not turn, “It’s none of my business, why the hell would I? Cover up already unless you’re waiting for someone else to come along and see.”

Blake fumbled with the ribbon, securing it back over her ears. She caught up to (Y/n) and the other students returning to the clearing and true to her word, (Y/n) told not a soul, nor treated her any differently.

(Y/n) was very rough around the edges, but Blake had learned after that day that she wasn’t so awful. She observed (Y/n) more closely in the following weeks, finding more and more evidence that the front the put on was just that, a front. Blake started talking to (Y/n) outside of class when she saw her. Nothing too overbearing for the unfriendly Faunus, but Blake hoped that with time, she would warm up to her.

And then Beacon fell.

Blake had cut off contact with everyone then. She went back home to Menagerie, but trouble never seemed far. She managed to rally the Faunus to fight off the White Fang that were going to attack Haven Academy in Mistral. There were a lot of people there see hasn’t expected to see, JNR, her own team, and (Y/n) as well.

Given more time to think, it made sense that her friends would end up in this fight, but for (Y/n) to have been traveling with them as well was a surprise given her apparent aversion to teamwork.

Although they were happy to have Blake back, it took some time before Ruby, Weiss, and Yang fell back into a familiar rapport. But no matter how awkward things were at the time, (Y/n) more or less treated Blake as if no time had passed. She was the one who did a majority of filling the gaps and catching Blake up on all that went on while she was elsewhere.

By the time they got to Argus, Blake was tempted to think that she and (Y/n) were now proper friends. After the terrifying run in with the Apathy at Burnswick, Blake couldn’t sleep. She tossed and turned until she finally crept out of the Cotta-Arc house to the cold and quiet street.

“You good?”

Blake jumped, then relaxed. She pivoted to find (Y/n) sitting on a nearby bench. Apparently Blake hadn’t been the only one who couldn’t sleep.

“Yeah, just a lot on my mind I guess.”

(Y/n) tilted her head, a invitation to sit on the vacant side of the bench. Blake took a seat, shivering against the cold metal. (Y/n) wordlessly shrugged off her coat and gave it to Blake.

“Thanks.”

(Y/n) grunted, still attempting to act indifferent even after all this time.

It was then that Blake noticed something about (Y/n) that she hadn’t before. Scars and burns littered her arms. Blake had never seen them before, but then again, she had never seen (Y/n) wear short sleeves either. She was always well-covered.

“You’re staring.” (Y/n) glared.

“I’m sorry.” Blake shamefully bowed her head.

“I don’t need an apology from you,” (Y/n) huffed, “It’s not like you were one of the people who did this to me.”

Blake was tentative to ask, but (Y/n) probably wouldn’t have taken off her coat at all if it was a subject she vehemently wanted to avoid.

(Y/n) leaned back against the backrest of the bench and sighed, the warm breath swirling through the air like steam. She told Blake about her childhood in Mantel. Her family had been so poor, that everyone had to work in the dust mines, and being Faunus, there were no opportunities for higher paying positions nor would it be feasible to find a safer form of employment because of the prejudice there.

She had lost many family and friends to the mines, but there was no time given to grieve, not even the smallest compensation nor apology. The scars that (Y/n) carried with her were from jagged rock, hidden fire dust clusters, and the occasional human supervisor who thought she wasn’t working fast enough.

Blake had no words. Nothing she could say would make what happened to (Y/n) any different and she had told Blake not to apologize once already. Instead she carefully put her hand atop hers and when that went over smoothly, she gently head-butted (Y/n)’s shoulder.

(Y/n) cleared her throat, then muttered, “So what’s on your mind then?”

Blake righted herself, a quiver of dread writhed through her stomach. Her hand unconsciously slid to where her own scar lay.

“Adam, my old partner, you might have seen him at Haven.”

“And Beacon,” (Y/n) growled, “an awful, miserable Faunus if ever I saw one.”

“He wasn’t always,” Blake’s ears drooped, “but anything that was once good in him shriveled up and died a long time ago. Even though I bested him at Haven, I have this feeling that he isn’t done yet.”

“Dangerous and unstable guys like that never know when to give up.” (Y/n) agreed. “But people like him are destined to be alone. You’ve got a team backing you up. You don’t have to face him alone.”

Blake swallowed the lump in her throat. A stiff and awkward arm curled around her shoulders. A watery smile tugged at her lips. She could at least thank (Y/n) for this much.

***

They had made it to Atlas. They went through literal hell to get there, but they made it. That didn’t mean things became any easier for them, however. Ironwood had them going through the paces every day, but it was a good feeling to have those official huntsman licenses.

Everyone was always busy. Being sent of on missions or special training, there was hardly any time to process where they came from, or what they endured. Not very different from what they were used to, actually.

(Y/n) was just returning from a late assignment and wanted nothing more than to fall into bed, but something made her give pause and that was Blake’s empty cot below a softly snoring Yang. Blake didn’t have any missions that would have lasted this long.

She decided to hold off sleep a little longer to check on Blake, wherever she may be. It took some time, but eventually (Y/n) found her alone in one of the training rooms. She would have missed her if she hadn’t heard Blake sobbing in the furthest corner. (Y/n) approached swiftly and asked her what was wrong.

Blake leaned into (Y/n)’s chest and attempted to silence her weeping in order to speak more clearly, but her voice seemed to tremble and break with every word. (Y/n) caught small pieces of what was eating at her and was able to fill in some of the gaps on her own.

“He’s gone Blake, you and Yang did what had to be done.”

“I still see him,” Blake shuddered, “when I close my eyes, he’s there.”

(Y/n) pulled Blake into her lap and enveloped her in a firm and secure embrace, slowly rocking her body from side to side.

“He can’t hurt anyone anymore, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t leave his mark behind. But if he tries to disturb your sleep again, I’ll be here for you.”

“Thank you.” Blake sniffled.

(Y/n) rested her chin atop Blake’s head and continued rocking until Blake dozed off, going limp in her arms. (Y/n) didn’t attempt to move Blake back to the barracks in case she woke up, so she stayed put. Occasionally Blake would stir and whimper, but (Y/n) would reassure her that all was well in the softest tone she had ever used and Blake would relax again.

Eventually Blake fell into a deeper, more comfortable sleep, and a rumbling purr began. (Y/n)’s eyes began to droop and she allowed the lull of Blake’s purr to pull her deeper and deeper.

***

Things were a little awkward between them when they woke up, and it wasn’t just because Flynt and Neon found them cuddled up in the training room in the morning. The soft, sleepy looks of confusion they gave each other when the lights hummed to life felt too familiar, too close.

Word spread of their sleepover in the training room because of Neon’s big mouth and soon everyone was giving them knowing Looks and teasing words. Blake thought that (Y/n) would bare her teeth and start throwing hands, but she seemed to be as bashful as Blake was, but in a more grumpy way. Blake thought it was cute…

Blake blushed and shook her head. She hadn’t developed romantic feelings for the rugged and grouchy Faunus, had she? She bit the inside of her cheek when she caught a small smirk tug at the corner of (Y/n)’s lips at something Qrow had flippantly said about Ironwood being a hard ass.

Maybe a bit of attraction had grown after all— oh no, (Y/n)’s eyes had found Blake’s! She definitely knew she was starring! Quick— think of something!

“Yang, we should spar!”

“What? But we just got back from—“

“Let’s go!”

Blake hadn’t fully intended to avoid (Y/n), but for the next few days she made herself scarce simply because the butterflies in her stomach were too much to bear. She even went as far as to take Jaune’s elementary school crossing guard duties for the day to avoid going on a mission with (Y/n).

As she waved the last children into the school, Blake sighed, hands full of casseroles that were truly meant for Jaune. At least she could head back to the academy without having to worry about running into (Y/n) until much later.

“Hey.”

“Ah!” Blake jumped, almost dropping the stack of casseroles in her hands, but (Y/n) stepped in to re-center the stack and take half into her own hands.

“Bit jumpy.” (Y/n) cleared her throat.

“Sorry.” Blake swallowed uncomfortably, “What are you doing here.”

“Finished my assignment early. Thought I’d walk back with you since the school was on the way. Unless you don’t want to since you’ve been tiptoeing around me.”

“N-no! I’d love to- it would- walking with you would be nice!” When had Blake become such a disaster! This was so embarrassing!

“You sure?”

“Yes!”

“Good. Cool.”

Together they walked stiffly side by side for a couple blocks before (Y/n) took a deep breath.

“You wanna stop by that tea shop across the street? I’ll buy.”

“That… that sounds wonderful.” Blake bit back a smile as warmth bubbled through her skin.

They sat in a cozy corner of the small shop with delicious warm drinks in hand, between them, an open container of the most appetizing of the casseroles to share.

“So… no nightmares?” (Y/n) asked between bites.

Blake shook her head, allowing herself a timid smile. “No. I uh, I never did thank you for staying with me.”

“It’s fine. If you ever need me, just let me know. I’d do it again in a heartbeat ‘causeIlikeyoualotyouknow.” (Y/n) grumbled into the styrofoam cup before slurping loudly.

Blake’s ears perked up, an honest smile lit up her face so brightly that (Y/n) had to look elsewhere.

“I like you a lot too.” Blake whispered behind the safe barrier of her own cup, just loud enough for (Y/n) to be sure to hear it.

“We should do stuff like this more often.” (Y/n) cleared her throat gesturing to the whole scene they found themselves in before shoving another forkful of casserole into her mouth.

Blake grinned, giddiness and relief swirling within her, not knowing whether to relax or jump for joy.

“We should,” she chuckled, reaching out to take (Y/n)’s hand from across the table, “We really, really should.”

#rwby x reader #rwby oneshots #blake belladonna x reader #rwby blake x reader #requests #anonymous

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howlingday · 1 year

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Knightshade Signals

Jaune: Hey, guys! (Sits down) How's your morning going?

Ruby: Fine.

Yang: Can't complain.

Nora: I ate a spider!

Ren: It was a pancake in the shape of a spider.

Pyrrha: Did your tie give you a lot of trouble?

Jaune: Uh, just a little bit. Say, where's Blake?

Yang: She was reading this morning, but she said she'd be down. Oh, and speak of the Grimm.

Blake: Good morning. (Sits down) Did everyone sleep well?

Pyrrha: I slept just fine.

Nora: Same.

Ren: Nora kicked me.

Jaune: I kind of got to bed late, but I slept pretty good, and woke up just fine.

Blake: I see. I also slept well.

Yang: Uh, are you sure you're not still sleepy?

Blake: No. Why do you ask?

Yang: Well, you're sitting awfully close to Vomit Boy.

Blake: Hm. So I am. I'm not invading your space, am I?

Jaune: No, not really.

Blake: That's good.

Ruby: (Thinking) Huh... She is sitting pretty close. But if Jaune's okay with it.

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Blake: (Opens the door) Sorry I'm late. Professor Ozpin wanted to have a word with me.

Oobleck: Yes, yes. He informed me well beforehand. Please take your seat.

Blake: Yes, Doctor. (Sits next to Jaune)

Jaune: Glad you made it.

Blake: I'm glad to be here.

Pyrrha: (Glances over, Thinking) Was it just me, or did Jaune's eyebrows just raise at seeing Blake? Ah, I'm overthinking things, I'm sure.

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Blake: (Taps Jaune's shoulder) Jaune.

Jaune: Huh? Wha?

Blake: You fell asleep.

Jaune: Oh, yeah... Sorry, I was studying and, uh...

Blake: It's fine. The lunch bell just rang.

Jaune: (Yawns) Did Professor Port notice me?

Blake: (Holding Jaune's hand) No, he was telling us how he killed a Deathstalker with his bare hands again.

Jaune: Oh, that one. I like that one.

Blake: It's one of his better stories.

Port: Hmph! (Thinking) To think the lad could sleep during study time! But he has such a dear friend to guide him right. And one who keeps her hands soft yet firm on him! Ah, the summer day springtime of youth...

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Nora: Jaune, have you seen my fork collection?

Jaune: (Reading) Isn't it under your desk drawer?

Nora: No, that's the spoon diorama.

Jaune: Have you tried the closet corner?

Nora: Nope, not yet. Thanks, Jaune!

Jaune: No problem.

Nora: Hey, Blake.

Blake: Hello, Nora. Hello, Jaune.

Jaune: (Looks up from reading) Hey, Blake.

Blake: Jaune, have you seen Weiss around anywhere? Or Ruby? Yang's down in the gym, working on arm day with Sun.

Jaune: Is Neptune with them?

Blake: I think so.

Jaune: Weiss probably isn't far away, then. As for Ruby, well, she's probably over with them, too.

Blake: I'm not sure how I missed them.

Jaune: They can be pretty sneaky. Need some company?

Blake: I was about to ask you the same thing.

Jaune: I won't say no to it.

Blake: I was going to say that, too.

Nora: (Thinking) That's weird. Why didn't he talk that much with me? Wait, what was I- Oh, right! Closet corner!

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Jaune: (Arms crossed) I'm telling you guys. I'm an open book; you can ask me anything.

Ruby: Okay! What's the best video game?

Jaune: Ninja Kung-Fu Ultimate Deathslayer 2 in my opinion.

Ruby: Eh, the first one was better.

Yang: Who do you have a crush on?

Jaune: W-Well, uh, I did like Weiss for a while.

Weiss: Ugh! Moving on. Where are you from?

Jaune: Around South Vale, a little village named Ansel. Anything else?

Blake: How are you today?

Jaune: Hm... (Opens arms, Rest hands behind head) Ah, well, my morning was kinda off, but I feel like I'm picking up.

Blake: That's good.

Yang: (Thinking) Why'd he bring his arms up like that? Heck, why were they crossed in the first place?

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Blake: (Sighs) So much for simple field training. (Plucks debris off her outfit)

Jaune: (Rolls up sleeves) Yeah, and I don't know how they got inside, but they did, and I'm itchy.

Blake: You should wear something to cover your wrists better.

Jaune: Would they get stuck on your wrists?

Blake: No. See?

Jaune: (Takes wrist, Turns) Huh... Guess not. Oh, but you do have something here.

Blake: Where?

Jaune: On your neck. Do you mind if I...?

Blake: Sure. (Lifts chin)

Jaune: Yeah, see? It was just a... little... (Flushes) Anyway, we should get back to the others and-

Blake: Jaune, wait.

Jaune: Y-Yeah?

Blake: Do you... like me?

Jaune: I, well, uh...

Blake: I'm not asking for anything big and complicated. Simply yes or no.

Jaune: Y-Yeah, I do like you.

Blake: I see. (Pecks his cheek, Blushes) Then I guess the feeling is mutual.

Jaune: Yeah, I guess it is. Oh, and Blake?

Blake: Yes?

Jaune: (Pecks her cheek) To, uh, get you back.

Blake: (Smiles) That's fair.

Ren: (Watching from afar, Thinking) I knew it.

#rwby #jaune arc #knightshade #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #nora valkyrie #lie ren #pyrrha nikos #blake belladonna #peter port #bartholomew oobleck

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scham-wcan · 10 months

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Cinder and Winter have the largest amount of “I can sleep anywhere” energy. Between life time soldier Winter and perpetually tired of life Cinder; I hazard that them just making the internal decision of “I am tired, I am going to sleep now.” leads to the others finding the pair of them just knocked out anywhere.

Between Ruby being terrified when going over to CinWin’s apartment to drop stuff off and just finding Cinder out cold on the floor with a pillow made of a bag or something.

Or Weiss jumping out of her skin when finding Winter who left a gala and fell asleep slanted against the wall of a coat closet.

And they just wake up casually like “Oh hey”, while Ruby and Weiss are just progressively on edge whenever they’re not in sight somewhere; they could be out anywhere

#cinder fall #winter schnee #cinwin #ruby rose #weiss schnee #snowfall #white rose #whiterose #scham rambles

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c-jay-s-text-posts-only · 1 year

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A Shameless Comfort

Written with permission from @alexadru

Jaune had been having a bad day.

Nothing had gone right; he’d gotten a pop quiz in Oobleck’s class, fell asleep in Port’s class, and lost another match to Cardin in Goodwitch’s class.

Usually, these kinds of things wouldn’t bother him at all. He would bounce back and smile again by dinner time, and tomorrow, he'd start over, fresh and new.

But today was different.

Somehow, Jaune just couldn’t pick himself back up this time.

It had happened before, and usually, he kept to himself until one of his sisters found him.

But his sisters weren’t here . . .

He left them behind . . .

. . .

He was alone . . .

. . .

At times, Jaune could bounce back without any help, and at least he could convince himself that it would all be okay.

Once again, it seemed today was different.

Having been surrounded by the giants of his year, like Ruby, Weiss, Pyrrha, and even Nora, he felt as if he was the biggest letdown.

Like an anchor . . .

. . .

A sham . . .

. . .

A failure . . .

. . .

His teammates were in their dormitory.

He knew they’d be happy to see him, but he wasn’t ready to face them.

Not yet.

He tried taking deep breaths to calm himself, but that didn’t help much. He tried faking his smile and checking it in his scroll camera, but it didn’t look real enough. He tried everything he could think of, but nothing worked.

So, there he stayed. Waiting behind the door, and too ashamed to be seen.

Eventually, Jaune became too upset with himself and wound up sitting with his back against the wall, knees drawn up, and his head buried in his hands.

Jaune sat there for some time, stewing; just drowned enough not to hear the sound of approaching footsteps.

By the time he did, they came to a stop right in front of him; Jaune looked up.

He knew those riding boots.

He raised his head, a piercing, red pair of eyes met his faltering gaze.

Standing ahead of him, dressed in her casual clothes, was Charlotte Gelé Franke, the girl down the hall. She'd been enamored with him since the term began, when they first locked eyes.

She was a year older than Jaune, and in spite of that, her intentions with him were entirely clear.

Charlotte always made sure she displayed affection to Jaune, but only ever did so to him. Whether it be by pressing herself up against his front or back or by quite bluntly sitting in his lap whenever he dropped his guard.

Jaune never understood why she would, but he never complained. Who was he to stop her?

How was he to stop her?

His friends often made a fuss about it whenever they saw, though, so he never knew what to think. It seemed she damn-near begged him to accept and return her feelings, something everyone else found disgusting.

Weiss did especially - Charlotte was her half-sister after all.

Jaune, of course, didn't really buy into her charade - if that indeed was what it was. He could never tell if she was joking or not.

But looking deep into her eyes right here and now, Jaune couldn’t see that same Charlotte standing in front of him.

He was surprised when he noticed; there were no signs of lust in her expression, she just looked . . . sad.

Concerned . . .

‘That's a new look . . .’ Jaune thought to himself.

Charlotte shook her head, knelt down, and delicately cradled Jaune’s chin in her hand. Then she clasped his hand and guided him up to his feet; she was taller than Weiss, but not by a lot - Jaune had never really noticed this before.

He'd been paying more attention to how she was acting just then, so Jaune didn’t realise where Charlotte had taken him until too late.

Her team’s dormitory.

The room was empty, save for the furniture: the beds, a few chairs, and a desk for writing. Charlotte had spruced up her own quarter of the room, being allowed to utilise her own furnishings.

The softness of Charlotte’ touch remained as she very smoothly coaxed him to her bed, sitting him down on her silky, black bed sheets.

Almost out of instinct and mostly out of resignation, he surrendered. Jaune began to shakily undress himself. He peeled off his chest plate, arm and elbow guards, his gloves, and his shoulder pads. Then he took another shakey breath and prepared to strip.

But just as he made to take his belts off, Charlotte caught his wrist, and Jaune stopped to look at her.

The look on her face was sober, and she shook her head again.

"Sit still." Charlotte spoke at last.

Jaune just obeyed, not taking his eyes off her. It occurred to him only then that Charlotte hadn’t been flirting. Nor had said anything dirty to him.

Come to think of it, she hadn’t said much of anything since she found him.

She hadn’t sat down next to him on the bed either. She was still standing. Tentatively, she closed the gap between them, reached into his personal space, and took his head into her hands.

Jaune almost felt like an ancient artifact under the very careful study of archaeologists. Charlotte brushed her thumb against the side of his nose and pulled him into her chest.

Jaune didn’t know what to think until he felt a soft pair of lips press themselves comfortingly into the crown of his head. They didn't reach his scalp, but he felt them in his hair.

Not too rough.

Just gentle enough.

One hand stayed on his cheek, while the other encircled the back of his head, her fingers brushing through his hair.

Almost at once, Jaune felt as if he'd been taken home, the clock turning back to sweep him into the comforting embrace of someone who really cared.

. . .

Mom . . .

. . .

Mary . . .

. . .

Saphron . . .

. . .

He couldn’t hold back anymore now; his jaw was trembling, and his eyes stung. With a sniffle and a cough, he wrapped his arms around Charlotte’s waist and properly began to cry.

Her arms tightened around him. Hot tears streamed down his cheeks, and his eyes became red and puffy, but Charlotte kept holding him as close as she could, not worrying if his tears might stain her outfit.

"Let it out, Darling." She wooed, "You're safe here."

Surreal . . .

It was the only word to describe what was happening.

Charlotte was bad-mouthed, bad-tempered, and very dirty-minded around everyone; the way she was acting now reminded him only too much of his mother and how close he’d been to her before he went away - she was the only one in his life who seemed to truly understand him.

Now, Charlotte Gelé Franke looked nothing like her, Jaune’s mother was taller, had blonde hair that fell to her shoulders, and her skin was medium tanned. Charlotte wasn’t like that at all; she was shorter, her long black hair fell past her hips, and her skin was porcelain.

But Jaune didn’t care.

It was close enough for him.

A few minutes later, and Jaune had calmed down enough; he stopped crying, and raised his head to look up at Charlotte.

Still, she didn’t look hungry for him, she just looked relieved.

Thankful.

For a moment, Jaune felt bad for thinking the way he had about her.

He wasn’t sure what to say now, if nothing else, he should say he was sorry. All the same, he wanted to know what she was up to.

“Charlotte, I-” He tried.

But Charlotte put a finger to his lips, effortlessly silencing him.

“My Darling, you don’t have to say anything.” She shushed him sweetly, “I’m not gonna do anything to you.”

“You're not?” Jaune was taken aback,

“Of course I'm not.” Charlotte promised, pressing her lips into his forehead, “I can see how much you're hurting right now.”

“Bu- but- . . . but why?” Jaune couldn’t understand, “You always go for what you want, never hold back . . . not when you want something . . . you could probably do whatever you wanted to me right now, and I wouldn’t try to stop you . . .”

That was the truth.

He didn’t have the energy to argue with her at the moment. But Charlotte didn’t make a move all the same. Instead, she massaged the back of his head, rubbing circles into it almost as if she was petting a dog she loved.

“That’s not what you need right now.” Her tone was soft, much softer than Jaune had ever heard from her, “Not from me. And not from anyone else. So, no. I’m not going to do anything to you. I’m just going to hold you, wait for you to smile again.”

Jaune’s eyebrow twitched, and his heart beat a little harder.

Was this real?

Was this really happening?

“I want you to fall for me when we’re at our best.” She explained, “That way, we’ll want to stay together when we’re at our worst.”

Jaune blinked.

The logic was sound.

Charlotte got onto the bed, laying them both down together; she wrapped her arms around him one more time. Jaune was nervous at first until she felt her patting his head again.

“Besides that, I can respect consent.” She lightly tapped him on the nose and winked, “It’s not like I’m some fucking skank who’d take a chance like this to worm her way in when you’re so vulnerable and defenceless.”

Her tone changed, and she now looked a little upset.

“Only a bitch would play a move like that.” Charlotte nearly spat, “Manipulation at its finest, the coward’s way . . . it's Some Pig's way . . .”

She very quickly calmed down and gently, pressed her lips into his hair, then brushed them over his brow and sat up, looming over him to get a good look at his face.

“I promise,” She insisted, “All I want right now is for you to feel better.”

Jaune was speechless.

Charlotte really cared about him. And all of him.

She cared about his feelings, who he was, what he wanted to do . . .

All of it . . .

Every doubt washed away, and at last, Jaune understood. Now, he didn’t feel he needed to avoid her; she was like an angel, though fallen from grace if Weiss was to hear about it.

It sounded like Charlotte realised her mistake in pursuing him before and doing what she could to make things right for herself, and for him too.

Again, Jaune’s jaw trembled. The weight lifting off his shoulders, he relaxed and leaned into her warmth.

"Charlotte . . ." He breathed shakily, "Thank you."

Hoping not to start crying all over again, Jaune pulled her in as close as he could, burying his head in the crook of her neck. Charlotte smiled.

"You know I'd do it all for you." She gave him a mantlan smooch, "But you know . . ."

She trailed off into a nearly ominous pause. It made Jaune feel a bit nervous.

"Yeah?" For a moment, Jaune wasn't sure he wanted to hear what she might have planned,

"I hope you know I won't be taking it easy on you after today." Smirked Charlotte, "As soon as you're back to your old self again, I'm coming for you."

"Eh?" Jaune croaked,

"Once you're outta this funk of yours?" She continued, "It's on. I'm catching your sweet-sweet ass."

Jaune sighed, and it turned into a quiet chuckle.

"Okay." He relented,

"I'm not kidding, I will." Charlotte sounded pettish, "So you watch yourself."

Jaune thought it was funny. His chuckle became a giggle, but before he could really get into it, Charlotte broke the hug.

"What?" Jaune was confused.

Charlotte gazed at him, her piercing gaze softening to a pleasant gander as she wrinkled her nose.

"And there it is." She cooed sweetly,

"What?" Jaune wanted to know, "What's there?"

Charlotte's thumb skimmed his cheek.

"That smile." She told him.

Jaune blushed harder than ever, but his expression didn't change. He kept on twinkling, flustered, but content.

“That beautiful, handsome smile.” Once again, she pressed her lips into his forehead.

Jaune couldn't say anymore now. He just kept on smiling and hugged Charlotte close.

Shameless, though she tended to be, it felt good to be with her.

Especially now.

#rwby #jaune arc #bleiss gele #bleiss schnee #rwby blackguard #i have a whole plot #for this chick #also it should be clear #I love Jaune as a character #i hope you know that #by now

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bridgyrose · 3 months

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Can we get some drunk Aro-Ace Willow explaining to her young children that love ain't fuck and sex ain't shit?

(I think this will work a bit)

“Love… is fake,” Willow drunkenly said as she stumbled a bit to her chair. “It’ll do nothing but get you in trouble.”

“I-I think you’ve had enough wine,” Winter said as she helped Willow sit down. “Its late and Weiss still needs to rest. Do you really want to wake her up?”

Willow took another swig of wine from the bottle in her hand and let out a sigh when she realized it was empty. She relaxed and dropped the bottle onto the floor, listening to the clinking of the glass bottle. “I thought I loved him, that’s what I was supposed to do, right? Be madly in love, provide him children, be the wife that he wants me to be while making him happy. But all of that is a lie.”

Winter paused for a moment as she listened. “I… I dont understand what you mean.”

Willow sat up a bit as she adjusted herself, letting out a soft hiccup. The room spun a bit for her as she looked at Winter with regretful eyes. “Dont marry someone because you think you have to. All that’ll do is give you heartbreak when you figure out the truth.”

“You still love us though, right? Winter asked, doubt in her voice.

“Of course I love you. But your father…” Willow fell back and tried to blow a few stray strands of hair out of her eyes. What could she say about Jacques? She’d just found out he was a cheat, that there was a very high chance that he only married her for the name and money, not that he’d admitted it, but its what he implied to his mistress, but what made things even worse was that she started to realize that she never really loved him. Or wanted to be with him for that matter. She agreed to the wedding her father wanted because that was what she was supposed to do, had kids because she was expected to give him an heir, but none of that was anything she wanted. All she’d wanted was to be a huntress, to help protect Mantle and Atlas from the grimm that lurked outside the walls.

“Mother? Is everything okay?”

Willow nodded and looked at the bottle on the ground. “I-I’m fine. Its… its about time to get you to bed, isnt it?”

Winter nodded.

Willow stood up and took Winter’s hand to lead her to her bedroom, reminders of her marriage all along the walls. Pictures of her and Jacques on their wedding day, holding Winter after she was brought home, only to stop at the portrait of herself and her family. She stared at Jacques, still not feeling anything for him after nearly ten years of marriage. Even when the picture had been taken, she had forced herself to smile while standing with him.

“Mother,” Winter said, pulling on her hand.

“I know.” Willow pulled away and walked Winter to bed. She tucked her in, and then checked on Weiss, genuinely happy about her kids. After making sure both were asleep, she made her way to the bedroom door, turning off the light for them. “Promise me you’ll both live happy lives for yourselves, and not for others.”

#willow schnee #winter schnee #rwby #aroace!Willow

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Spider Knight 2: Birds problems

Jaune would be in the library reading comics until nora sat next to him with some books but instead of reading she approached him and he would have an expression of confusion and curiosity and looked at nora.

Nora: You can spit venom or control an army of spiders?

Jaune: Nope

Nora: Do you create web from your body or not?

Jaune: My webs are stored in my launchers.

Nora: How did you get your powers?

Jaune: Well it was we were in the emerald forest and pyrrha still hadn't unlocked my aura. I was walking in the forest until a strange spider bit me and after I fell asleep I woke up strange and all sweaty and when I went to the bathroom I noticed that my hand had stuck to the doorknob then I was just trained and making my costume.

Nora: That so cool!!!

Jaune and nora would be chatting waiting for their training members to finish their classes. In a laboratory of altas that would have in vale, a discussion between a scientist and some of the employees of the schnee company would be going on.

???: Why are you cutting my research budget?!

???: Well mr schnne doesn't see any further interest in your useless research but as you should have read in the contract we are going to continue with your technology and we will use it in our own way.

The guards would grab the scientist and take him out of the lab and he would have a hateful expression on his face as he glared at the schnee worker. Team rwby and jnpr were sitting in the classroom waiting for glynda but ozpin would enter the room holding his cane and a cup of coffee and he would look at both teams.

Ozpin: So class today we are going to make an excursion to the city of altas to visit one of the altas laboratories that are here in the city to show that there is peace between the kingdoms.

Both teams are happy with the news and get ready and go to the laboratory and inside they could see all kinds of machines being made like something that would be ''robot tentacles'' and some kind of strange glider.

Tyler: Hello beacon students I take a tour here at the schnee labs and I see that there is a very important person, isn't it really miss schnee.

Weiss would have an irritated and tired expression and would speak in a sarcastic tone.

Weiss: Yes I get really excited to be in one of the altas labs and it's like I'm home again...

Tyler was listening to that with a proud expression on his face and was walking ahead but team rwby and jnpr were comforting weiss and letting out a few laughs because of the way she commented about the lab.

Ruby: Guys this place is so cool look how many weapons here and also while they are being made!

Jaune: Ruby I don't think what they're doing they're weapons like look at those robotic tentacles that's probably supposed to be used for mining or something.

Jaune felt a shiver and would look around until a figure wearing armor resembling that of a vulture would enter the building breaking the window and look at everyone and give note an expression of hate on the face of the figure.

Tyler: Adrian is that you? Why are you using our armor it's still in beta..

Adrian(vulture): Your armor? You mean my armor that I spent my life building!

Tyler: You should have read the contract right your technology and our andrian and you can't do anything about it--

Vulture would release a sonic scream that would break all the windows and that would push tyler against the wall breaking his aura both teams rwby and jnpr had covered their ears to avoid the sonic scream and each one would pull his weapon to fight abute but jaune would say he was going to look for it if there were any civilians in the place and he would walk away from the group going to a hidden corner and put on his costume.

Yang: Sorry vulture but that guy is not a carcass for you to catch.

Vulture would look at team rwby and jnpr and let out another sonic scream everyone lean on something to not be thrown because of the wave of sounds everyone would be fine except blake would be suffering from a headache due to the fact that his faun ears and abute was carrying another scream until spider knight appears and throws his web in the ururbu's mouth.

Spider Knight: Hey man, be careful with your tone of voice, maybe you can make someone deaf with those thin screams.

Vulture: You hunters are just being a thorn in my side for my revenge!

He would go up to spider knight who dodged and would kick the vulture in the back making him go against a pillar breaking it and he would go to team rwby and (j)npr helping them to get up.

Pyrrha: Thanks for the help Spider Knight but I believe we can fight ''the vulture''.

Spider Knight: It's a good idea but I recommend six to take your friend outside she doesn't look very well.

Yang and weiss help blake to get up and leave the place leaving only spider knight, nora, ren, pyrrha and ruby to fight against vulture who would start shooting debris at them that ruby and pyrrha and nora managed to destroy with their weapons and jaune and ren dodged with his agility. Vulture with hate in his eyes would catch Tyler with his mechanical paws and leave through the same ceiling breaking but spider knight would hit a web on one of his legs and it was taking it and the 3 left flying between the city buildings.

Spider Knight: Man I know you're a vulture but there's so much carcass out there that's better than this guy.

Vulture: So why are you defending this piece of garbage?

Spider Knight: Because I know revenge is never a good answer!

Spider knight would use his webs to grab the wrist and climb onto Vulture's back making him let go of Tyler but Jaune threw a large web in the middle of two buildings and saved him.

Spider Knight: Wow I like your toy my mother never lets me play with other people's toys she always says I break them.

Vulture: Wait what are you doing?!

Spider knight punched the backpack of the flying suit and pulled the motherboard that would make the suit stop working and vulture would start screaming in fear but spider knight wrapped it in web and placed it under a pole.

Spider Knight: Now be a good vulture and tell the police everything you did wrong.

Spider knight heard approaching sirens so he would leave there and go back to the laboratory and see his friends outside so he would go to an alley and change clothes if he ran into them.

Jaune: Hey guys sorry for not telling you but when that guy dressed as a vulture showed up I ran to the police station to call the police sorry.

Ruby: It's okay Jaune! we got to see spider knight in person!

Ren: He fought very well, I think the news talking bad about him are just fake news.

Yang: He has an amazing sense of humor haha.

Weiss: He just makes dad jokes thats why you like it?

Both teams would laugh together at weiss' comment and head back to beacon. In the tower of ozpin he was messing with his scroll and was watching a video recorded by the laboratory's security camera watching the fight against the vulture and he would have an expression of curiosity about who ''Spider Knight'' was.

(Also i wanna thx @juanarc-thethird for making this great edit of spider knight)

#rwby #rwby au #jaune arc #ruby rose #pyrrha nikos #weiss schnee #lie ren #nora valkyrie #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #spider knight #spider man au

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Sliding Into Home ~ On The Hunt For Mike Weiss

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, S~M~U~T!!, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

Dividers by me

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Mary Eileen Adler has only ever known two parents: Frank and Abby. They were her dad and mom for all intents and purposes, regardless of the time Abby left. She understood that her real mother was Frank’s sister, but she wasn’t her mom.

And she understood that she had a father but that he never acknowledged her so really, he wasn’t anything to her.

So why did Uncle Mike say he was her dad?

As her grandparents drove them to their Boston house, Mary sat quietly, not sure how to ask the questions in her head. Uncle Mike was nice but not nice to Frank or Abby. She remembered the bruises she saw on Abby and when she asked, she was told she was in an accident. But she knew it wasn’t the truth.

“Nugget, are you hungry?”

Mary snapped her head up to Frank, who looked concerned. “A little,” she whispered.

“Do you want...”

“I want Abuela’s food. Because it's at home. And I want to go home.”

The sadness in her voice nearly tears Frank in half. His little girl is scared and hurting. “Ok Nugget. We’ll go home. We have a flight to Los Angeles tomorrow.”

Mary nodded. “You won’t leave me, right?”

Frank almost lost it right there. He lifted the girl out of her seat and into his lap, adjusting the seatbelt so she could sit the rest of the way home there. “I’m always going to be here for you. And I’ll make sure nothing happens to you again, ok? I love you Mary, so much. Abby and I are go so happy you are ok and that you are back home with us.” He kissed her temple and she snuggled into him. “You’re ours Nugget and we’ll fight every day to make sure of that.”

May fell asleep in the comfort of his arms. They made it to Abby’s parents' house and Frank took her right to the guest room. Tucking her in, he moved to leave the room, but a tiny hand fisted his shirt. “Please stay with me,” she whispered.

Frank smiled, scooting her to the middle of the bed, took off his shoes and climbed in. Mary rested her head on his chest and went back to sleep, taking Frank with her.

Frank sat with a coffee, watching Mary a few hours later as she played in the back yard with Johnny, Susie, Marco and Scott, Dodger chasing her around. He sighed as he took in the sight. “Frankie?” He looked over to his wife, who placed some sweet bread on the table next to him. “Are you ok baby?”

“Yeah, Cricket, I’m ok. I’m just wondering how I’m going to break this news to Mary. We have to give her something and she’s too smart not to just start googling everything.” He rubbed his forehead. “I was hoping we could have this conversation when she was older, but I guess not.”

“I know Frankie but its better it comes from us.” Abby kissed his head. “Our baby needs to know the truth.” She looked at the group and an idea came to mind. “How about we do this with everyone here? If it becomes too much, she can lean on Scott or Johnny or Marco or us, whatever makes her happy. She’ll know that she is loved by everyone here.”

“Are you ok with everyone knowing our past?”

“I am not ashamed of how everything got out of sync, Frankie. We were manipulated and that the truth. Is that something I wanted Mary to know? No, of course not because I never wanted her to be afraid of anything but if it makes her safer, then I will do what I need to do to protect our girl.” She cupped his cheek and he leaned into her warmth.

“We’ll do it when you parents come back,” he said. “I want her to have all of the support she can have.” Frank leaned into Abby for a kiss. “You said our baby. Did you mean that?”

“Mary is ours, Frankie. Of course I meant that.”

“No I mean, will we have a baby?”

Abby sucked in a breath. “You think you’re ready for that?”

Frank looked at her eyes. “Maybe we wait until this all blows over but yeah, Cricket, I want a baby with you.”

“That good. Because if you wanted a baby with someone else, I’ll murder you.”

After a dinner of spaghetti and meatballs, the family gathered around the living room, Mary sat between Frank and Abby, chatting with Johnny. “Mary, we wanted to talk to you about what’s been happening.”

She fell silent as her family quieted. She looked around and swallowed. “Okay.”

Abby sighed. “You know how we’ve told you that your birth mom is Frank’s sister?” Mary nodded. “Well, we also told you that we didn’t know who your biological father is, right?” She nodded again. “The last couple of months have been enlightening to us all.”

“What does that mean?”

Frank swallowed. “You remember that Abby was in the hospital?”

“You said she was in accident.”

“She was, Nugget, but not the way you were thinking. Uncle Mike,” he swallowed, “he...uh... he...”

“Did he hurt Abby?”

“No.” He said firmly. “No, he didn’t touch her, but he knew where your mother was and invited her into Abby’s old house. And she hurt Abby.”

“Why?” Mary’s eyes filled with tears. “Why would she do that?

“We are not really sure Mary,” Abby said softly. “But Uncle... just Mike, sweetheart, Mike and Diane have their reasons for everything. All we know is that the police are looking for them and they and we have a lot of questions. Do you have any questions?”

Mary looked at all of the people in her life, her family. “Are they going to take me away?” she asked just above a whisper. “Will they...” tears trickled down her face, “will they take you and Dodger away?” She looked between Abby and Frank. “You’re my mom and dad, not them.” She began to sob.

Frank immediately got out of his seat in front of her. “Listen to me, Mary.” He locked eyes with her. “No one is going to take you anywhere. You are coming home with me and Abby and Scott and Dodger. Johnny and Susie are going to hang out with us. Your abuelos are going to visit and we ae going to visit in the off season but this right here,” he looked around the room, “this is your family. You are my girl,” he wiped around her face to remove the tears. “I won’t let anyone, or anything change that.”

Mary threw herself into his arms as everyone calmed their own soft cries. Mary understood. Her home was with Frank and Abby.

The two people who would do anything for her.

The morning of their flight home, Abby and Frank sat down with the lead detective on Mary’s kidnaping case, Paul Diskant. “I’m sorry I haven’t met with you sooner,” he said, after introducing himself. “I’ve been following up with some leads coming in.”

“Any news on finding Weiss?” Frank asked with a hard edge.

Detective Diskant frowned. “No, it looks like he rented a car when he arrived in Boston a week ago and turned it in, but we don’t know if he’s left town or has someone else helping him. We found the house, just as Mary described. There were no signs that he was going to hurt her in any way. We did find some photographs, surveillance of your family. It was taken by a professional, so I am assuming Mr. Weiss hired a private investigator.”

“Fuck,” Frank mumbled. “What is the next step? We’re flying back to Los Angeles this afternoon.”

“Private?”

“Yeah, after what happened to Abby, I didn’t want to risk a commercial flight.”

“I would like to send some officers to escort your family to the airport, just as a precaution.” Detective Diskant sighed. “I’m going to contact LAPD and advise the detectives on your case, Dr. Adler, what’s happened. I’m sure, with the coverage it received in the press, they are aware of something but not everything and I want to keep them in the loop.”

“Alright, what do you suggest for personal security?” Frank asked.

“Frankie,” Abby started.

“No, Abigail, we are not discussing this again. I will not allow something to happen to you or Mary or Scott for that matter.”

“Mr. Adler, Dr. Adler, let me make this clear. My recommendation is that your family take every precaution available. It is clear that your sister and Mr. Weiss are not of sound mind. He is desperate to get to you Dr. Adler. Your husband is right.”

Abby stared at the detective for a minute before looking at her husband. “You really think he might try again?”

“Cricket, if it wasn’t for the fact that your entire family is with our girl right now, she would be here with us. I refuse to leave any of you vulnerable again.”

Departing from the airport, Abby’s parents hugged their daughter, granddaughter and son-in-law hard. “Call us when you get home,” Ana said, cupping her daughter’s cheek.

“It’ll be late, Mama.”

“I don’t care.” She turned to Scott and Johnny. “You boys behave. “

“We will Mrs. Hernandez,” Johnny said before picking up Mary and carrying her into the plane.

Abby looked around. “Where is Susie?”

“I think she left her bag in the car,” Scott said. “C’mon Dodger, let’s get on.”

Abby walked back to the SUV and stopped. She smiled as she spied on Susie and Marco, holding hands and whispering to each other, heads bent closer. Abby quietly moved away as Marco bent down to place a soft kiss on Susie’s lips.

Frank waited for Abby as Susie came around the side of the car. “You girls are always late,” he mumbled. He grunted as Abby elbowed him. “What?”

“Leave Susie out of this. She just needed a moment,” she whispered. She pulled out her phone.

Abby: You could always find work out in California Marco: Why would I do that Abby: Because a certain blonde may love it Marco: I don’t know what you are talking about Abby: Ok fine. Just know, Frank is looking for someone to run security for the family. This could be the opportunity you’re looking for Marco: Really? Abby: Call him. Marco: I’ll do it tomorrow. Thanks sis.

Returning to the team and relative normalcy helped the Adlers get back into normal. Frank thought it was a brilliant idea to have Marco be the head of security for the family. He moved Marco into the guest house on his property and Marco took over interviewing and hiring security to protect the family.

Frank had a good couple of weeks, the Dodgers on a run at the moment. Mary was thriving with camp, Abby found time to work at USC and attend to her duties with the Dodgers and Scott had found a job that allowed him to take care of Mary and work from home. He and Abby shared an office, which Abby loved as Scott was rapidly becoming her best friend.

Yes, everything was going great.

Unknown: enjoy it while it last Frank: Who is this? Unknown: a nightmare

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#andy's hea #andy's shenanigans #chris evans fanfiction #frank adler #frank adler au #mlb au #dodger au #ofc abigail hernandez #sliding into home #chris evans #mike weiss #johnny storm #baseball au #frank adler smut #slow burn #chris evans au #cliffhanger queen

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elliesgaymachete · 4 months

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Blake Belladonna for the character ask

Apologies, I reblogged that and immediately fell asleep 😂 but thank you!!!

favorite thing about them - her ears are soooo cute and expressive and I love them so much 😭

least favorite thing about them - nothing she’s perfect

favorite line - “we’re protecting each other”

brOTP - blake and ruby is a fun pair that we don’t get much of!!!

OTP - bumbleby of course

nOTP - blake and sun. I always thought she just sees him as a bro and never really reciprocated his crush, she was just genuinely flattered by it and really likes him as a person so awkward about how to handle it/reject him. I do love their friendship though

random headcanon - i’ve always headcanoned her as filipino!

unpopular opinion - hmmm i don’t know what’s popular vs unpopular cause I just pay attention to the stuff I like 😂

song i associate with them - I Was An Island by John Allison Weiss

favorite picture of them - it’s bumbleby art but I absolutely love how Blake is drawn in this: https://www.tumblr.com/in-love-with-dorothea-arnault/712895636420296704/t-h-e-m

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hasbrobear · 1 year

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Jaune survives to the spear (Whiteknight)

(After the battle of Haven)

Jaune woke up in a bed and groaned. He felt his chest and there was white medical patches on it. He breathed a bit and looked around before he saw Weiss sleeping on the foot of his bed.

Jaune:Weiss....

He recalled what happened at the fight, where he took a spear to the chest for her. He shook her a bit.

Weiss:Hmm?

Jaune:Weiss wake up.

Weiss:Jaune?.... Jaune!

She got up and hugged him tightly as tears fell down her face. He gently hugged back ignoring the small pain in his chest.

Weiss:Don’t ever scare me like that again!

Jaune:What... What happened?

Weiss:(looks down) You saved me. But, you nearly got yourself killed!

Jaune saw her face and pressed her head against his chest calming her down.

Jaune:If you’re ok, then I’ll be fine.

Weiss:Dolt, Just don’t do anything reckless like that again.

She stayed with him for a bit as he fell asleep again. Weiss kissed his forehead before going to sleep again.

Weiss:My hero....

#rwby #jaune arc #weiss schnee #white knight

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valentineforlemonandcherry · 5 months

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Foxtail & Wolfsbane 43

Summary: Your lifelong obsession to hunt down the Nine-Tailed Fox has not gone as expected, and seventeen years later, you find yourself coming back to the place where it all started: Hogwarts. However, with Sirius Black’s escape from Azkaban and Headmaster Dumbledore’s hire of a certain Professor R. J. Lupin, you suddenly find yourself intertwined in the fates of those with whom you thought you had parted ways with long ago.

[Multi-Post Story] [Rowan Scamander x Reader] [Remus Lupin x Reader] [Young Sirius Black x Reader] [Tristan Graves x Reader] [Severus Snape x Reader] *Note: Rowan Scamander, Tristan Graves, Susana Holmes, Cas Carneirus, Henrietta Weiss, Thomas Picquery, and Magdalene Clarke are OC characters.

Note: Part 43 does not contain any smut.

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A brush of warm air against the arch of your shoulder,

A flicker of sunshine flitting past your forehead,

A tiptoe of touch leaving warmth forevermore within the small crook of your neck,

A whisper of love half-muttered, only to be lost between the meeting of two warm, needy mouths,

A tingle of secrets, an unspoken craving trailing around and around the both of you,

Neigh indistinguishable shapes curling around each other, over and over again,

Like two moths wrapped up in the same summer flower, you and Remus were dozing off in bed, but neither of you truly fell asleep, as you were too busy giving each other little, glancing kisses and finding new ways to hug and hold each other, even as your eyes were closed and your minds wandering.

You were dreaming of each other, not just in your slumber, but in the waking world as well.

It had taken you and Remus so absurdly long to get to this place of being able to hold each other, that now you couldn’t let go. Sleepily, Remus hugged you against him as he leaned down, and mumbling nonsensical affections, he tiredly brushed his lips against your eyelids. Dazedly, you reached out blindly for a moment before your fumbling arms made your way around Remus, too, and you clutched right back onto him. Burying your face happily against his chest, you let out a light snore and then, without being really conscious of it, you peppered his chest with soft kisses before you relaxed once more in his arms. Only, a moment later, while Remus had fallen asleep with his mouth half-open and his arm draped around you, his arm slipped slightly from your hip. Stubborn even in your sleep, you pressed yourself tighter against Remus and you gave his chest a soft, wanting bite. Remus instinctively brought his arm back around you, sensing what you desired even in his sleep. You let out a contented sigh and you placed a fuzzy kiss on his chest to replace your bite.

As Remus fell into a deeper sleep, he turned into you slightly, suddenly pinning you against the bed. You instinctively twitched a little, but then, you slid both your arms around Remus and squeezed him tightly and you even lifted your head kissed him all down his neck before falling back against your pillow and going back to sleep.

Unfortunately, the blankets had followed Remus and wrapped around him, so that you were now under two layers of blankets and Remus. You quickly became overheated. Remus, too, was now cocooned into the blanket, and he was sweltering.

It was impossible to tell who started it, whether your half-awake mumbles were complaints about the heat, whose hands were whose, and who started to tug at whose clothes first, but somehow, it came to be that both of you had discarded your shirts and pants onto the floor, and were now sleeping quite peacefully in simply your underwear.

You remembered nothing particular of that night, but you did remember how vaguely but intensely wonderful it felt to feel Remus press back up against you in bed and to feel his warmth surrounding you as he carefully but firmly pinned you back down again beneath him and you swore that his lovely scent became stronger, and you even buried your face against the crook of his neck for a moment just to take in his scent… At some point, Remus’ fingers slipped between yours… and the two of you were holding hands. The blanket was tangled around your feet and you impatiently kicked it away (nearly kicking Remus in his shins) and then tangled your legs gently with Remus.

Remus let out a soft noise of confusion, and he squeezed your hand in his and then, he trapped one of your ankles between his legs and squeezed gently there, too. You let out a soft, blurry moan, and Remus tried to kiss you – he missed, and kissed your nose, but that was plenty fine, and you smiled a little as you fell back into your sweet, confused little dreams. Remus followed you there, and when you met, you reached out for each other and held each other there, too.

Light snores filled the air, as you and Remus, all wrapped up with other another, fell into a blissful sleep right as the sun broke the horizon.

* * * * * * * * * *

BANG!

You and Remus both shot up from the bed in shock.

A furious voice blared out, “I know you got my message! Nine hundreds dollar spent all at once, without any warning, at a library, for defacing books!? What in heaven’s name were you think -!?”

You jumped up from the bed, grabbed the blanket, and madly tackled Remus with it, attempting to envelope him in it and hide him from view.

Fwump.

Remus shouted in a muffled voice as he was pushed backwards into the bed. Unfortunately, he was quite tall and your covering his face with a sheet did nothing to hide his ankles and feet from sticking out of the blanket.

Your mother stopped dead in her tracks. Her jaw dropped for a moment.

Whipping your head around while still keeping Remus firmly tacked under the sheet, you cried out, “Mum, no!”

Your mother’s eyes narrowed, which was a most dangerous sign.

Just then, a somber little voice came huffing out, “Erm – can’t – quite – breathe - ”

“Oh!” You ripped the blanket off of Remus.

Remus sat up, flustered – and then, while wearing nothing but his boxers and sporting incredible bed hair, he made direct eye contact with your mother. His mouth fell open.

“No,” your mother growled. “Are you - ” she jabbed her finger at you “and you - ” she jabbed her finger at Remus “back together again?”

Remus slyly (but not slyly enough) picked up a pillow and cowered behind him.

“Answer me!” your mother roared.

“Yes!” you blurted out, at the same time as Remus gulped and whispered, “‘Fraid so.”

Your mother puffed in a humongous breath.

“Mum, let’s be calm here - ” you began.

“WHAT DID I SAY TO YOU ABOUT LUPIN!?” your mother shouted. She reached over and snatched Remus’ pillow out of his hands.

Remus blinked as he suddenly felt himself holding nothing but empty air.

Meanwhile, you had scurried off of the bed and started to half-run and half-trip over the complete mess of clothes and objects (ironically, all of the things you’d bought yesterday) away from your mother.

Your mother was too dignified to chase you, but as she gave the pillow a good hurl – thump! – and it hit you in the back.

“Ow!” you complained (even though, with it being a pillow, it didn’t hurt one whit). “Mum!”

“And what is this – this mess?” your mother said, staring at the pile of (what seemed to her) junk scattered all over the floor. “Why is there an orange rolling around the floor?”

Even as she spoke, you tripped backwards over the Astronomy book and landed ungracefully on your butt.

Remus, seeing you fall, started to make for you to help you, but he stepped on the (very unripe) pear. The pear went spinning, and Remus tumbled forward – your mother yelped and stepped out of the way – and he landed straight onto you.

“Remus!” you gasped. You grabbed his arms as the two of you fell onto the floor together. The two of you fell in a heap, in a mess of tangled arms and legs. Meanwhile, it occurred to you that you were both still wearing no clothes.

Remus seemed to have gone into a trance. He was staring hard at your chest with a furrowed brow.

Not the time, Remus! you thought frantically, very aware of the fact that your mother was boring a hole into the back of his head.

Giving up on everything except the state of your and Remus’ nudity, you half sat-up and reached over and grabbed a shirt off of the floor and jammed it over Remus’ head. Remus sputtered, but he got the message and he sat up and hurriedly dragged the shirt on. Too late, the two of you realized that it was your shirt, and it was stretched awfully tight on him and stopped above his belly button, but it was too late. You handed Remus the sparkling silver-and-blue tapestry from last night, which he dutifully wrapped around his waist. Meanwhile, you pulled on Remus’ shirt, which fell all the way down to just above your knees.

You got up as quickly as you could, nearly headbutting Remus. Remus was quick enough to duck, but he keeled over in an extremely ungraceful way.

“Remus,” you chided him, not realizing that he’d been trying to avoid you, “what are you doing? C’mon, get up.” You reached out and grabbed his hand and pulled him up.

Your mother had been watching you both with a murderous gaze and her eyebrows had gone higher and higher as she saw the two of you put together the most ridiculous outfits, until finally, her eyebrows seemed to have disappeared into her hairline.

“Well,” she said thinly, “are you done with your morning circus?”

Honestly, it might as well be a circus, you thought. My head is spinning and I feel like garbage.

“Mum,” you said as calmly as possible. Besides you, Remus meekly bowed his head and folded his hands together.

“I understand you’re upset, but could you please go downstairs and wait for us to come down?” you asked.

Your mother sighed. “Fine.” But as she turned for the door, she stopped and said, “It’s past noon, for heaven’s sake. How lazy are you two?” She started to leave again, but as she walked out of the door, she warned, “And no funny business! I expect you to be down shortly.”

“Yes, no – no funny business,” Remus agreed, half-calling out to her and half-mumbling in shame.

You rolled your eyes. “We’re not going to do anything when you’re downstairs waiting for us, Mum. Honestly. Just go down! We’ll be there in a second.”

Your mother harrumph-ed and closed the door behind her.

* * * * * * * * * *

When the door closed, you and Remus turned and stared at each other.

Remus’ face was very flushed. Even as you watched him now, the pink sprouted up to the very tips of his ears and then – you swore even the curl on his forehead was going pink.

“Rem, it’s okay,” you said softly, even laughing a little.

Remus reached up and ruefully scratched the back of his neck, as he murmured, “Not a great start with impressing the in-law, though…”

You blinked. In-law? However, you decided that now was not the moment. Instead, you found your pajama pants and began to pull them on. As you did, you wondered, “Why were we practically naked? I don’t remember that happening.” You looked over at Remus. “Do you?”

Remus shook his head.

“By the way,” you mentioned, “my shirt looks great on you.”

Embarrassed, Remus smiled weakly as he pulled off your shirt. He came over to you, to trade shirts with you.

However, when you pulled off his shirt, Remus suddenly put his arm around your waist and pulled you to him. Your hand naturally pressed up against his chest.

“Oh,” you whispered. Your heart gave a soft jump. “I wish we could, but we promised my mother no funny business, remember?”

“Huh?”

“She’s waiting downstairs.”

“I know that,” Remus said. “But, Lovely… What is this?” He very gently put his hand to your chest – right over your huge, knotted scar, that marked the furious battle you had fought with the succubus.

Oh, that’s right. My scar… I’ve trained myself not to look down at it anymore, you thought. Even now, whenever you glimpsed it as you put on clothes or when you were in the shower, you winced slightly. Furthermore, now that Rowan had left, every time you caught sight of the scar, a huge guilt pierced through your chest, suddenly making it difficult to breathe.

You reached up and, gently pushing Remus hand off, you put your own hand over the scar, hiding it from view. Not quite able to meet Remus’ eyes, you said simply, “It’s a long story. I’ll tell it to you another time.”

“But – But are you all right?” Remus wondered.

“Yes.” You softly pushed Remus’ shirt against his chest. “Now, please put that on. Anyways, I have to go downstairs. My mum’s still waiting, remember?”

“Yes, right.” Remus dragged his shirt on.

A few minutes later, finally fully dressed, you tromped down the stairs to meet your mother.

* * * * * * * * * *

You expected your mother to be waiting for you with an angry expression on her face, but you instead found her made dizzy with surprise between Sirius grabbing Kreacher and yanking him out of the room for saying mean things to your mother, Tonks cheerily pouring her coffee and talking at a hundred miles an hour while her hair flashed from bright pink to orange to purple, and Moody staring distastefully at the pumpkin juice, with his eerie magical eye whizzing about in its socket.

“Hi, Mum,” you said, sitting down next to her.

Tonks poured you a cup of coffee too.

“Thanks,” you said, as you accepted it.

Tonks shot your mother a careful look. Scooting closer to you, she said quietly, “Maybe it’s not my place to ask, but – well, are you with Remus now?”

You looked at Tonks – at her bright, hopeful face and vibrant hair, and you felt a puncture in your heart. Oh, God, you thought. Tonks… I’m so sorry. You slowly nodded.

“Right.” Tonks let out a heavy sigh.

You started to reach out to her, to take her hand, but Tonks quickly pulled herself back together.

“No, no,” she said, smiling as big as she could. “It was the best situation, really. I’m really – That’s so great.”

“Tonks…”

Tonks got up from the table. “Anyways, I don’t want to intrude on you and your mum any longer. I’ll go out in the hallway. Mad-Eye, c’mon!” She grabbed Moody and yanked him out into the hallway.

You stared after her for a long moment. I saw it. The hurt in her eyes, the sadness… I think… She really loved Remus. You swallowed hard.

Your mother spoke up. “What, did you do something terrible to that poor girl?”

Glumly, you answered, “I think I did.”

Your mother frowned. “What kind-of trouble are you getting yourself into these days, huh?”

You shook your head. “It’s not like that, Mum.”

“What d’you mean, it’s not like that? Where did that tremendous library fee come from?”

“About that.” You looked at your mother guiltily. “I’m sorry. I was in an emergency and I ripped the pages from several books. It turns out that they were expensive books. And… Well, I didn’t have any money.”

“What sort-of job do you have that you can’t pay this fee?” your mother asked, staring at you beadily.

Weakly, you mumbled, “That’s a – a good question.”

A beat passed.

“YOU DON’T HAVE A JOB AT ALL!?”

Upstairs, Remus, who had been cleaning up the room, dropped the orange in his hands as he heard your mother’s voice resonating throughout the large, grim house.

* * * * * * * * * *

It took you over two hours to persuade your mother that you were fine, that you were on the path to getting a real job, and that you and Remus had only just gotten back together and were still “casual” (though it most certainly is not, you amended in your head). Finally, with the promise of coming to see your mother in two weeks (“To check in, because clearly, you need some motivation to grow up,” your mother seethed at you), you managed to usher your mother out the front door.

Just before you managed to swing the front door shut in her face, she yelled out, “And you let me talk to that Remus Lupin! He deserves a run-down for not telling you the truth before I did!”

You shut the front door before turning around and sinking back onto it. You let out a breath. You meant to shut your eyes, to give yourself a moment. Only, Remus was standing in front of you, blinking rather furiously at you.

“Hello, Remus,” you said cheerfully.

Remus blinked back at you.

You walked up to him. You reached up – he shifted back slightly – but you smiled and gently pushed back the curl resting on his forehead. As you did, you whispered, “Think that’s in your eyes a bit, Rem.”

Remus hesitated.

“Want breakfast?” You grasped his hand and pulled him along to the kitchen. “I’m starving, frankly. I skipped dinner yesterday and I’ve used more energy in wrangling my mother than I normally use in a week.”

You led Remus to a chair at the table. Then, you pushed up your sleeves and began to throw together breakfast when -

“Lovely.”

You paused.

Remus was still sitting at the table, but he was looking over at you now.

“Yes?” you said.

“You did say you were angry.”

“About?”

“About my never having told you… what I was.” Remus’ voice fell into a whisper. “On the ship. You said that you would be much more obvious about how angry you were, if there hadn’t been so many chaotic things going on.”

“Ah, I did say that, didn’t I?” You put the pan down on the countertop and faced Remus, giving him your complete attention.

“And before that, when we were on watch together, watching over Lovegood’s house.” Remus swallowed. “I will never forgot how distraught you looked.”

You crossed your arms and bit down on your lower lip. You recalled the moment when your mother had told you Remus’ secret – and all of your long years suddenly made terrible sense in one blazing moment. It had shocked you no less than a bolt of lightning would have, and you had wandered around, dazed and hurt, with no sense of direction, for a long time afterwards. And poor Rowan had had to pick up the pieces… You closed your eyes.

Remus waited for you to speak, though you noticed how he was clutching his hands together, as through in pray, just under the table.

Finally, opening your eyes again, you spoke in slow, thoughtful tones. “I don’t know. It’s hard to explain. Why does it linger like this, I wonder?” You took a long, slow breath. “It still hurts, but I don’t know why. I should be over it. It isn’t your fault, Remus. I understand your intentions. I know it was difficult for you, too. And I know what it’s like to be afraid to be seen as anything less than human. This is just… me being petty, I suppose.”

“You’re never petty,” Remus said quietly.

At this, you smiled at him. “Neither are you.”

Both of you lapsed into silence. There was no anger, no blame placed, no hurtful words – simply an honest conversation about your feelings and your past together.

It was still a difficult thing – this thorny feeling within you, and yet, you loved that you could talk about it now and that Remus had brought it up first. He knew that it was important to you, and this was his way of trying to get it right this time – the same as you had done for him last night.

Both of you knew, too, that wherever this conversation went, you two would still be together. It was a truly safe space.

So, you suggested, “Well, shall we take this opportunity to be a little petty?”

Remus cocked his head to the side. He exhaled slightly, as he asked, “What do you mean?”

“Y’know, I’ll pretend to be mad at you.” You nodded at him and said, “If there’s anything you’d like to get off your chest, you can be mad at me too. We’ll just get everything off our plates at once.”

Remus’ eyes went wide, and he shook his head at you.

“Are you sure?” you asked, smiling a little at him to let him know it was all right.

Remus said quietly, “I’m sure.”

“Well, then.” You reached behind you and grabbed the pan. Then, you stuck it out in the air, pointing it at Remus. “You make the eggs.”

Remus got up and shuffled over to you. As he took the pan from you, you very nearly smiled. But you caught yourself and bit your lower lip, and you managed to make a bit of a grumpy face at him as you passed him the pan.

“Hmpf,” you grumbled, and you quickly turned away from him, as if you were angry. But in truth, you were just trying to hide the merry sparkle in your eyes and on your lips.

Remus quietly and methodically made the eggs, watching them carefully until they were ready to flip and taking great care not to break them as he scraped them out of the pan. When he came out, carrying two plates of eggs, you remained silent, even though you were enjoying the way the morning sunlight caught at his still-frazzled hair and illuminated some of the old scars running down his cheek and chin.

The two of you ate quietly, not speaking. You kept your head down, fighting back smiles as Remus kept twitching and looking over at you.

Afterwards, you said, rather aloof, “Thank you.” Then, you began to collect the dishes to do the washing.

“Let me,” Remus said.

“No, I’ll do it,” you said firmly.

“But I - ”

“I can do the dishes.”

Remus came with you, anyways. He fidgeted around you, first trying to help you turn on the faucet, then taking out the soap, and then trying to find the dish towel to dry the dishes with.

“You don’t have to do that by hand. We have magic,” you reminded him.

“Yes, but I want to help.”

As Remus waited for you to wash another dish and hand it to him to dry, he kept bending his head down to catch a glimpse of your expression.

“You don’t have to wait on me. I’ve got it,” you told him.

Remus shook his head and he reached over and took another plate from you. However, he was still looking at you, and his fingers slipped on the soapy plate. The plate bounced on the counter. Fortunately, it didn’t break. Then, it began to roll – Remus hurriedly reached out and caught it before it could tumble off the counter. Blushing, he wiped it down and put it away. Then, inevitably, his gaze wandered back to you –

Fed up, you finally said, “Sit!”

“Huh?”

You pointed at the table. “Just sit!”

Remus glanced down at you. “Oh…” He put down the dish towel and then made his way back to the table.

Gah, I don’t want to make him have that expression, even if we’re just playing, you thought. You turned around. You meant to say, “All right, game over,” when you suddenly heard Remus let out a large, body-wracking sneeze.

You hurriedly turned around – only to find Remus sitting behind a huge bouquet of flowers.

And then – sneeze! – the entire bouquet of flowers shook.

You came over to the table and peered around the flowers, only to see Remus with a sniffling nose and tired eyes.

“Remus, what is this?”

“F-Flowers.”

“Yes, but why?”

“Achoo! Er – as part of my, you know, my general apology to you…” Remus looked up at you guiltily. The tip of his nose was going pink.

You stared at him. “You conjured up flowers that you yourself are allergic to? That’s an entirely new level of stupidity, or self-sabotage.”

“I didn’t know I was allergic to – to – to – ACHOO!”

“Merlin!” you shouted. You hurriedly snatched away the flowers and put them on the countertop, as far away from Remus as you could put them. You picked up a napkin. Then, in your defeated state, you came back to Remus.

“Forget it,” you said dejectedly. “I can’t do this.” You pushed your way into Remus’ lap, sitting so that you were facing him and he was facing you.

“What can’t you do?” Remus wondered glumly. “Forgive me?”

You gently wiped his nose with the napkin. Then, after setting it down behind you, you studied Remus for a long moment.

“Are you really angry with me?” Remus whispered, his voice hovering in the air.

You reached up and gently traced his face with your fingers. Then, you whispered, slowly and softly, “…Werewolf.”

Remus flinched. In fact, he flinched so hard that he nearly dislodged you from his lap, but you squeezed his legs with your thighs to keep yourself in his lap.

“Werewolf,” you whispered again.

Remus turned his head away – you reached forward and slipped your fingers into his hair, grasped hard, and then gently yanked him back, making him look at you.

“Werewolf.”

Remus was going pale. He stared at you with nothing short of terror in his eyes.

“Werewolf…” Then, you closed your eyes, leaned forward – and kissed him. You kissed him softly, gently, patiently, but as lovingly and adoringly as one could be kissed. Your arms slipped around his neck and you hugged yourself to him as you kissed him.

Remus was uncertain about how to respond, but when he felt your arms latch around him and your mouth press so decidedly against his, he slowly fell into the kiss. His arms came up around your waist and he held you as he kissed you back.

It was a long, tender kiss. And when the two of you broke apart, you didn’t go very far – you gently pressed your forehead against his as you caught your breath.

“I – I thought you were going to be mad at me,” Remus murmured.

You shook your head lightly, while keeping your forehead pressed to his. “Turns out that I can’t be mad at you, even for laughs.”

“No?”

“No.”

You heard Remus whisper quietly, “Thank Merlin.”

“But Remus, that’s why, to the extent that your heart allows you, you have to be honest with me. All right? I know it’s hard for you. I know that you need your space first. I understand that. But if you keep me in the dark when you’re hurting all by yourself, I’ll be stuck in that strange place again – where I can’t be mad at you, but I can’t quite… dissolve it either, on my own.” As you spoke, you pulled your head back to look at Remus, but you kept your arms around his shoulders and your thighs pressed tight to his, so that he wouldn’t feel afraid or nervous.

Remus’ eyes lightened. He gave you a soft smile as he promised, “I’ll tell you everything about me, lovely.”

“You will?”

“Yes. Anything. I’m yours.”

You smiled back at him. Then, you leaned forward and rested your head on his shoulder.

Remus rested his head gently on top of yours. Then, he said, “I don’t have anything that I’m angry about with you, but I do have a request of sorts.”

“What is it?”

“Before you go running off on another adventure, could you tell me?”

“I don’t have any adventures planned.”

“Yes, I know. But in case… Especially if you won’t be home for a while.”

You lifted your hand and pressed it warmly against his chest. “I’m always going to come back to you, Rem. I’ll always want to be with you, and I’ll always want to know you better. I have a thousand questions for you.”

“A thousand questions?” Remus repeated, amazing. “I… can’t imagine that I’m that interesting. I’m quite boring, really.”

“No, I told you. I find you harder to read than the Nine-Tailed Fox.”

“Really? What about, exactly?”

“Back when we had the Yule Ball at Hogwarts – did you want to take Dorcas Meadowes?”

“Huh?”

“Did you ever have a thing for Dorcas?”

Remus shifted slightly to look down at you. “No, silly, I wanted to take you.”

You paused. “Really?”

“Yes.”

“But you were trying to ask someone and you couldn’t and that was making you sad. So, it couldn’t have been me, right? Because you could ask me out. We spent all our evenings together. I was right there…”

“It was the full moon that night. That’s why I couldn’t ask you.”

“Oh!”

“Yes, sweetheart. I promise that it was you that I wanted to go with.”

“So it was… Wow…” You blinked, taking in this piece of information.

Remus smiled. “Is that still so hard to believe?”

“A little.” You stared down at your hands, gathered together in your lap, as you sat on Remus’ lap. I was so sure that it was Dorcas, and I was so sure that it was Tonks… But he’s always wanted me, too. Wow. You secretly smiled to yourself, as you were very, very happy with realizing this.

Remus, who had been trying to subtly kiss you this entire time, sighed and finally resorted to asking, “Seriously, can you please look up?”

“Hm?”

“I’m trying to give you a kiss and you won’t - ”

“Ah, sorry.” You quickly looked up, nearly headbutting Remus. He fell back, but then, when he saw you lift your head and look towards him, he slid his hand onto the back of your neck and pulled you in, at the same time that he leaned forward, and he caught your lips in a chaste, sweet kiss – the kind-of kiss he might’ve given to you back at Hogwarts, at the end of, say, a Yule Ball date.

You smiled brightly at him.

Remus rubbed your cheek gently with his thumb. “Any more questions?”

“Yes,” you replied. “Loads.”

Remus smiled. “Let’s have another one.”

You said that the memory that enables you to perform a Patronus Spell is the memory of you learning that you could attend Hogwarts. Is that because you were already a werewolf?”

“Yes.”

“And, well, this might be a sensitive question, but I’m always been curious - you can see thestrals. Why is that?”

“I was beside my grandmother’s bed when she passed away. I was holding her hand…”

“Oh.” Seeing Remus’ eyes glimmer slightly, you turned to much lighter questions. “Tea or chocolate?”

Remus chuckled softly. “Both, always both.”

“A kiss or a scratch behind the ears?”

Remus laughed in surprise. “A scratch behind the ears?”

“You know, for the wolf you,” you explained.

“Ah, right… He’s gone, isn’t he?” Remus murmured softly.

“It feels odd, doesn’t it?” you said knowingly. “At least for me, sometimes I still wait to hear the Nine-Tailed Fox inside my soul, and I forget that she isn’t there anymore…”

Remus nodded. “Yes, it is strange. Life feels so light now. As if I might float away.” He paused, before he confessed, “I think I’m scared to be so hopeful.”

“Me too.” You slipped your arms around Remus’ chest and hugged him tightly. You buried your face against his neck, too. “Let’s hold on tight,” you whispered.

Remus wrapped his arms around you, too, as he agreed, “Let’s.”

* * * * * * * * * *

“Oi.”

You and Remus hurriedly disentangled. You slipped off of his lap and scrambled your butt into another chair as Sirius walked into the kitchen. He tossed an envelope onto the table and nodded at you. “That’s for you.”

You picked up the envelope and opened it.

Remus noticed the way your eyes faded at once into sadness.

“What?” he asked. “What is it?”

“It’s an invitation to Tristan’s funeral,” you said quietly. “It’s in two weeks’ time, in America.”

“Will you go?”

“Of course,” you answered at once. Tristan… I can’t believe he’s really gone. Out of all of us, I would have put my money on him to survive the longest. He was so powerful, and he seemed so protective of himself. But he wasn’t. He was protective of everyone else.

Poor Cas and poor Susana. I wonder where they’ve gone, you thought. And poor Rowan. He was having quite a difficult time coping with Tristan’s death. And then I went and rejected him right after that. A painful lurch went off in your heart. God, I was so cruel to him.

You stared at the invitation in your hand. I wonder if Rowan will be at Tristan’s funeral. I can’t imagine him not being there. He may not want to see me at all, and I don’t want to do anything to take away from the fact that this is Tristan’s funeral. But if there was a quiet way to try to make amends, or at least to show him that I’m sorry…

You thought to yourself, Two weeks…

Sirius and Remus had been talking to each other, discussing a new report from Mad-Eye Moody that stated that there was an unusually high activity of Death Eaters at the Ministry, particularly near the Department of Mysteries.

You suddenly stood up.

Sirius and Remus both looked at you.

“Two weeks,” you announced resolutely.

“Er… what?” Remus said.

You looked at him. “I’ve got two weeks.” Then, you left the room.

Sirius shook his head. “I see she hasn’t changed on bit. As nonsensical as ever.”

“Pads,” Remus berated him softly.

Sirius gave him a knowing look.

Remus let out a chuckle as he admitted, “All right, I didn’t follow that either. But still, I reckon she’s right. Besides, I like her the way she is. She keeps things interesting. I think I enjoy that.”

Sirius rolled his eyes at him. “Shock me for once, will you? Don’t agree with her.”

Remus looked away from Sirius, resolutely disagreeing with him and taking your side.

Much amused, Sirius laughed. He reached over and ruffed Remus’ hair. “All right, I get it. No need to be so protective over her, Moony.”

* * * * * * * * * *

You worked furiously over the next two weeks, barely stopping. Remus wasn’t entirely sure what you were doing, but he didn’t want to break your concentration, so he quietly watched over you. Besides, he was quite busy himself during the day, as one of the leading Order members. The only thing that tore you away from your work in those two weeks was when you ran missions with Remus. You strongly preferred to fight by Remus’ side, and you felt a more profound sense of connection to the Order’s mission this time around. In fact, you were one of the Order members that helped Harry Potter to escape from Privet Drive and come to Grimmauld Place. However, you were otherwise quite preoccupied, scribbling pages and pages of information and memories out. And of course, every night, you slipped into bed beside Remus, who was also a night owl and usually reading the newspaper or a book when you joined him. When you came into bed, Remus would turn the lights off, and the two of you would snuggle together under the covers, quite close, and fall asleep together, pressing soft kisses over each other’s faces and shoulders and hugging each other until sleep came and took you away.

* * * * * * * * * *

Two weeks later.

You and Remus arrived at Tristan’s funeral. There was an entire congregation of people, coming to pay their respects. You thought you spotted Cas and Susana at one point, but when you tried to step through the crowd to confirm, they seemed to disappear.

There was one person, however, who stood out like a sore thumb even in such a large crowd. Try as he might to hide his head, Rowan Scamander, with his ginger hair and his height and huge stature, stood out.

It was a gloomy, overcast day, as if the world itself were mourning Tristan. The person leading the service, who was none other than Tina Scamander, began to speak. Everyone bowed their heads and listened as she spoke touchingly about Tristan. Soon, it began to rain and the crowd began to disperse.

You turned to Remus and said, “Remus, I think I’ll go and speak to Rowan.” You looked up at him, asking whether he was all right with this with your eyes.

Remus nodded. “All right, Lovely.”

You began to walk away, when Remus caught your hand and squeezed it. “Good luck,” he murmured softly.

You smiled gently at him and then walked away.

You weaved your way through the crowd, having to move quite quickly to catch up to Rowan. Finally, you reached out and, trying to tap his shoulder, you missed, and tapped his back instead.

Rowan turned around.

You stared up at him, with the rain steadily pelting your face. “Rowan.”

Rowan’s eyes tightened slightly, but all he said was, “Hello.”

“Could I maybe have a word?”

Rowan glanced over at his shoulder. You noticed someone was watching him – Magdalene.

“Or not,” you said hurriedly.

Rowan shook his head. “It’s fine. If it’s only a word.”

You nodded.

Rowan turned and led you under a nearby tree, away from the crowd.

“What is it?” Nodding at your hood, he guessed, “Is it your Fox again? Can’t you keep that spirit under control?”

“I could never keep her under control,” you said. “But I’m not here because I need your help in keeping the Fox at bay. Not this time.”

“Then, what?” As he spoke, Rowan refused to look directly at you. You recognized all of his mannerisms expressing hurt towards you.

“Rowan…” Your voice drifted for a moment. “I’m sorry about how selfish I was, how selfish I’ve already been. I should have refused your help, even if it killed me - ”

Rowan jerked his head, as if to shake his head at you, but then he stilled at once.

You tried to keep your voice calm as you said, “If you never forgive me, and if you never want to see me again after this… I’ll understand. I never meant to hurt you, but I know that I did, and if seeing me again will continue to hurt, I’ll stay away… I’ll stay away in the hopes that you’ll let me come back someday, as the friend I should have been for you.”

“Enough,” Rowan said suddenly. “I don’t… I’ve never wanted your apology.”

“Right.” You stopped at once. Instead, you pulled out a self-bound book from your cloak, with a charm dangling off of it. “I want you to have this.”

“What is it?” Rowan asked, not taking it immediately.

You pushed it towards him. “See for yourself.”

Rowan hesitantly took the book and opened it. He paused. Then, he began to rifle through it. As he did, he realized, “This is your journey with the Nine-Tailed Fox – all of your research and experiences. You wrote this.” “Yes. I want you to have it.”

“For what?”

“Anything you like. You can publish it, if you want, as your research, or add it to research of your own, or burn it, if that’ll make you feel better.”

“But this is your life’s work. Why don’t you want to publish it?”

“Because without you, there is no Nine-Tailed Fox, Rowan,” you said quietly. “There are no memories for me to have, because I simply wouldn’t have survived.”

Rowan suddenly scowled at you. “This is ridiculous. That makes no sense. Yeah, I saved you once, but it was you that - ”

“No,” you said firmly. “Rowan, I swear – it was you.”

Rowan fell silent.

You put your hand over your chest, over your scar. And though he couldn’t see it, of course Rowan knew what you were referring to.

“I know that you feel that I used you, that I was never truly aware or grateful of how much you did for me,” you acknowledged. “And I think you’re right. But in other ways… Rowan, I don’t think you fully understand how much I care about you.” You fought hard to keep your voice from breaking. “I’m sorry I’m not what you wanted me to be. But you’re the last person in this world that I would want to hurt - ” You cut off.

Rowan, feeling extremely uncomfortable now, cleared his own throat. He awkwardly moved, as if to turn away, but then he heard the soft jingle as the charm moved against the book. He looked down at it. “Is this the charm I gave you? Back when we were at Hogwarts…”

You nodded.

Rowan glanced over at you. “Your hands are covered in ink. You had a real rush finishing this, huh? I can’t even read half of it, I bet, with how messy your writing is.”

You let out a choked laugh. “Yeah, sorry.”

Rowan sighed. “You really want me to accept it?”

“Yes.”

“Fine.”

“Thank you.”

Rowan looked questioningly at you. “What are you going to do now?”

“I don’t know,” you said honestly. “I’ve decided that I shouldn’t do any more adventures, but I don’t know where that leaves me.”

“No more adventures? Why not?”

“Because… Look at where it’s led me. Look at what it’s done.”

Rowan suddenly laughed scornfully at you. “That’s not the fault of adventure. That’s your fault.” He reached over and flicked you hard on the forehead.

“Ow!” you gasped. Then, you griped, “Rowan! The hell was that for?”

Rowan leaned down and looked directly at your face. He suddenly seemed like a young boy again, with his hands at his hips and a book tucked against his side as he peered into your face with his trademark freckles dotting his face, and a haughty smirk on his lips. “When will you learn, stupid, that there are other magical creatures?” You blinked.

Rowan’s smirk widened. He straightened up and said, “I’ve got to go. Mag’s waiting for me. Anyhow, I really am going to publish this under my own name and take all the credit for it, so don’t blame me for it later.” With that, he walked away.

You watched him go, surprised at how quickly he’d changed his tone. Always giving me whiplash, that boy, you thought, scolding him in your head. But after a moment, you found yourself staring after him, vaguely admiring the soft halo hovering around his bright hair as the first rays of a sun after a rainstorm peered gently through the clouds above.

You took a deep breath and then you turned and walked towards Remus, who was patiently waiting for you.

As you approached him, Remus gave you his trademark look, where he cocked his head and smiled at you, conveying both that he rather liked you and that he wasn’t quite sure what you were doing.

You smiled back. “Hello, Remus.”

“Hello, Lovely.” Remus held his hand out to you. “Shall we head back to the inn?”

You nodded fervently. “Yes, please.” Stepping forward, you took his hand and when you felt Remus’ hand warmly wrap around yours, your heart gave a soft thump of happiness and slowly, you felt like yourself again.

* * * * * * * * * *

When the two of you returned to the inn you were staying at, Remus held the door open for you.

As you entered the room, you met Remus’ gaze. You passed through the doorway, but once you had stepped foot into the room, you turned around to face Remus and you waited for him.

Remus stepped in after you, closing the door behind him. As soon as he did, he reached for you - his hands found your waist and he fell into you.

You smiled and brought your arms up around his neck.

Remus hugged you tightly around your waist and he bent his head down to press his face against your shoulder and neck.

For a moment, the two of you simply stood there, holding each other. You felt Remus’ breath brushing against your neck and you felt his warmth, standing all tall and yet curled around you so lovingly, alongside the length of your body.

A thin sliver of golden, late evening sunlight crept in through the window and laid itself down gently in the quiet room. You closed your eyes and sank into Remus’ warmth. You couldn’t believe that you had lived so many years without him, without this, without a home to come back to.

Remus finally pulled away from you slightly, though he kept his arms around you. You turned your head a little to look up at him, as he would undoubtedly be gazing down at you. And he was - with his uncertain eyes, which betrayed how, in truth, Remus believed in nothing. He saw himself as the last man standing in a world not fit to live in. The heavens were so far above them that it was visible only as a single, lonely star hiding behind a much larger, furious, silver moon.

Slowly, the sunlight crept across the floor and up your body. Remus’ back blocked most of it, but the smallest sliver landed on your cheek.

Remus gently up and gently ran his fingers along that line of light on your cheek. A small smile graced your lips. You wanted to turn your head to kiss his hand, but you stayed still and let Remus touch your face.

You were rewarded for your patience. A moment later, Remus’ fingers slipped past your cheek and his hand cradled your cheek instead. He leaned down and swiftly pressed his lips against yours.

The thing was, you had never had trouble imagining the mythical world with its limitless possibilities and ferocious energy and paradoxical logic. But the thing that you couldn’t ever imagine, especially when you were younger and struggled to fit in at home and school, was the small, perfect, and effortlessly gentle space of being loved without expectation and without any condition of possession.

It was strange, even terrifying, for you to realize that this space came from another person - from one particular person and no one else. You didn’t understand it. All you knew was that the entire mythical realm could never give you what Remus did, merely by being here with you in this small, quiet, dark room - a place where you could be soft and vulnerable and still be safe and accepted.

“Remus,” you whispered.

Remus, still holding your face in his hand, kissed your lips softly once more before replying, “Yes, Lovely?”

“I think I’d like to go to bed.” As you spoke, you slid your arms around his middle and hugged him tightly. Leaning into him a little, you laid your head on his chest.

Remus ran his fingers through your hair. “Yes, that sounds like a good idea.”

You showered and brushed your teeth first. You got into bed, waiting for Remus to take his turn and then come join you. As you waited, a hundred thoughts and memories flashed through your mind. You had been so busy trying to complete the book, to give to Rowan, that it hadn’t been until you’d actually come to Tristan’s funeral that all of it hit you like never before – that you’d actually nearly died, and not just once, but twice. Unconsciously, you drew your knees to you and hugged them tightly. You stared out at the space in front of you, lost in your thoughts.

* * * * * * * * * *

When Remus came out of the bathroom, he stopped and looked at you for a moment before he came around and slid into his side of the bed. He reached over and gently touched the back of your head, letting his fingers tangle softly with your locks.

“Lovely?”

“Hm?”

“I don’t want to disturb you, but what’s got you in such deep thought? I feel like you haven’t been yourself these past couple of weeks. Is it because today was Tristan’s funeral or perhaps because you saw Rowan again?”

“Yes, both of those. But more than that, I think it’s because I’m here today.”

“What do you mean?”

You turned towards Remus. “You know that morning my mother came into our room?”

Remus nodded. He blushed slightly and muttered quickly, “We’ll have to fix her impression of me, somehow.”

“Do you remember the scar on my chest? You saw it that morning.”

Remus quickly became serious again. “Yes. I remember.” He hesitated before he confessed, “I’ve wanted to ask you about that, but I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I know how scars can be… a difficult subject.”

“You’re so sweet, Remus,” you said. “And you’re right. I wanted to tell you too, but I was struggling a little. But I think, after today, I’m ready.”

Remus’ expression became slightly grimmer, as he realized that this was going to be a serious story. But he only nodded and waited patiently.

You reached out and took his hand in both of yours. Then, you slowly began to realize how the Nine-Tailed Fox was taking you over, how you had escaped to the mythical realm to slow that down, but how all along, there had been a succubus housed in the Nine-Tailed Fox, born of the Fox’s own starvation and loneliness, and how that succubus had very nearly ripped your heart out…

At this point, Remus was squeezing your hand so hard that it hurt. But you carried on, and you recounted how Rowan, somehow, had saved your life. Even in your unconsciousness, you had felt it – in brief flashes, you could sense someone trying to catch all the rags of your soul flying away – until they had gathered it all up, holding your soul tightly in their hands, only to put it back into your body to revive you.

Remus’ eyes were wide as you finished your story of how Rowan had saved you.

When you stopped speaking, Remus whispered, “That’s why you have that scar?”

You nodded. Then, slowly, you reached down and stripped your shirt away.

When Remus saw the scar again, his breath caught.

You shuddered slightly, both as the chill of the room and the anticipation of seeing the scar again washed over you.

You peeked down at the huge, gnarled scar sitting on your chest. And at once, a flash of vibrant red spattered over your vision, and you saw the succubus’ endlessly stretching mouth and you felt her claws digging into your flesh –

“Lovely. Lovely, look at me. You’re safe. You’re all right.” Remus was holding your face in both his hands and he was sitting up with you, trying to bring you back.

“Don’t worry, I’m okay,” you breathed out. “It’s only a – a flash.” You opened your eyes.

Remus’ worried face swam into view.

“I’m okay, Rem,” you repeated softly. “It’s just that… today, I can feel exactly what how lucky I am. And it feels like happiness, but it also feels like – like grief.” Your voice broke on the last word.

“Oh, Lovely,” Remus murmured.

You fell forward, into Remus’ arms. Remus caught you and hugged you, and he kissed the top of your head.

“I’m okay, Rem,” you whispered, blinking back the tears in your eyes. “Because of you, because of Rowan, because of Tristan, because of all of the people that helped me.”

“And thank Merlin,” Remus said fervently, keeping you in his arms and feeling your warm breath pass over his chest. “Because you’re my soul, too.”

You sat up a little, just enough to be able to kiss Remus’ neck.

After a moment, Remus whispered, “Can I see it?”

“My scar?”

“Yes. Is that all right?”

You sat back up, falling back onto your legs.

Remus’ eyes fell to your chest, to your scar. He slowly – very slowly – reached over and placed his finger on your skin, right next to your scar.

You stiffened slightly.

Remus glanced up at you, making sure you were okay. Then, he carefully traced around your scar.

At some point, and you weren’t sure when, you reached out, too, and you began to gently trace over his scars, two on his cheekbone, one on his cheek, and another two on his jaw…

When your hand fell on his chest, where there were so many scars that they crisscrossed and overlapped everywhere, you looked back up at Remus.

Remus smiled ruefully, but quite lovingly, at you. “Yeah, Lovely,” he whispered, “I reckon we’re all right.”

You finally smiled – a real smile – thanks to Remus.

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