Summary: Imagine a notebook that gave you the power to make any two people fall in love with each other: regardless of gender, race, or ideology. You can make enemies adore each other. Two shy people come closer. Friends become lovers. Blake finds such a notebook, the ShipNote, and becomes the Goddess of Matchmaking.

Thanks to narutochaos22: for his yuri smut-pertise.

ShipNote

RWBY

Chapter 3

Crosshare

Written from the Perspective of Blake Belladonna


All beings dream. A good dream is the difference between a sweet sleep or a restless night. Some people dream of becoming butterflies and awake wondering whether they were a butterfly in a dream, or a butterfly dreaming.

When I awoke, refreshed for a new day, I found it half over. Having overslept, I had missed the morning classes. My body was aching. There was a sensation missing from my nerves. My joints felt stiff. Brushing a hand against my chest, I felt for the sore spots and grazed along the scratch marks. The gnashes were reminders of last night's pinnacle of ecstasy.

I tasted it again, dried on my fingers. That familiar taste made my heart flutter.

Last night wasn't a dream. It was a beginning.

The beginning of a whole new world, I thought with a smile. This is a world that needs saving, it's rotten to the core. Did I not unite Ren and Nora and made them realize their true feelings for each other? Was it not I who brought those two kindred hearts together? We could all die soon, so why wait for true love?

Those who disagree with my new world will be shipped off.

After brushing my teeth and putting on my uniform, I made my way to the cafeteria. Sans Pyrrha, the entire group had assembled when Nora and Ren made their relationship public knowledge. Nora gave a heartfelt speech, punctuated by Ren's commentary.

"So in short… we're together together," Nora finished with a smile.

"She means… wait. Yes. For once, Nora is correct. We are together together."

"Wait…" Ruby said slowly, rubbing her chin as the group sat around for lunch the next day. "You're saying that you're together together? Not just together, but like…" She fumbled for the word. "Dating?"

"Yup!" Nora said, pulling on Ren's arm tighter. "We are together together! We are totally dating!" She smiled up at her friend-now-boyfriend. "Like a couple… he's like the mortar to my brick, the hammer to my nail, the firm palm to my soft rear-"

"What was that last one?" Ruby asked innocently.

"N-nothing," Nora said with a blush.

Her excitement was not so infectious. Jaune and Weiss were busy continuing their make-out session, which appeared to have never ended in the first place, while Ruby tilted her head in curiosity. Yang had her face buried into her palms, horrified by the uptick in couple formations. Pyrrha was still missing since yesterday's… incident. I couldn't help but worry about her. I felt a sense of responsibility for it, after all.

"Something's rotten in the school of Beacon…" muttered Ruby. She rubbed her chin, deep in thought.

"Must be a love bug going around," Yang agreed before turning towards the newly ordained couple. "So I guess you two got… 'active' last night?" she asked, waggling her eyebrows. Her eyes were drawn towards a slight bruise on Ren's cheek. Nora herself was pressed against Ren, probably because of last night's… activities.

I may need a tissue. Again.

"Gah," said Jaune. "I need a tissue!" He held his nose as it became more bloodied. During their intense make-out session Jaune had somehow managed to burst a vein.

"There, there," Weiss said as she plucked a white napkin, dabbing it around his nostrils. "I'll clean you right up," she cooed.

The two lovers looked at each other longingly while Weiss shoved a rolled up piece of tissue paper up Jaune's nose. Though I loathed to admit it, the scene was rather romantic…

"I didn't really feel hungry anyway." Yang's eye twitched. She pushed her lunch tray away. She looked across the table towards me. "So Blake-y," she teased. "When's our turn?" she said with a wink.

I chuckled. Yang always knew how to make me laugh.

"So Jaune," said Ruby, interrupting the couple. "Have you stuck your dragon in her yet?"

For the second time the cafeteria became quiet. All of our mouths hung open at Ruby's sudden… revelation. I heard a crash. Looking to my right I saw that Yang had tumbled to the floor in shock. She was as white as a sheet and her mouth was opening and closing like a goldfish.

"Why did everyone get so quiet?" Ruby asked, looking around.

"Ruby," said Jaune weakly. The couple in question were the colour of Ruby's cloak. "I uh…" He turned to Weiss, looking for help. She refused to meet his gaze. "I don't think-"

"What?" Ruby cocked her head. "Yang told me about all that stuff yesterday." She made a face. "It was a bit icky, though. She told me that dragons have a gooe-mmph!"

I covered her mouth before she said anything further.

"I think your sister wanted you to be a bit more discreet about what she told you," I said hastily. "Right, Yang?" I looked towards a floored Yang. Stunned, she only bobbed her head up and down.

Yang… you had one job.

"Well, look at what we have here," a voice drawled behind us.

It was Cardin Winchester, with his team close behind. "I've been hearing rumors about it all day, that my boy Jaune actually got a girl," he said, approaching the table. "And not just any girl, but the Schnee princess." He let out a snort. "Heh, guess this is the story of the Princess and the Dork, huh?"

Russell, Dove, and Sky all snickered at their leader's joke.

"Hey… that's kind of…" Jaune struggled to find a response in the spur of the moment. "That's mean!"

Cardin and his team laughed. "That's it?" he sneered. "I'm 'mean'?" His team sniggered again. Flushing, Jaune sank back into his chair, suddenly finding his plate very interesting.

"So Jaune," said Cardin. "How much money did it cost?"

"What did?"

"The Schnee," said Cardin. "Obviously you had to pay her. Nobody in their right state of mind would date you for free. So how much was it? Ten thousand? Twenty?"

"I-I didn't…"

"Nah, someone like you wouldn't have that kind of dough." Cardin leaned over him. "You probably bawled your eyes out, begging for her to date you so that you'd finally be one of the 'cool kids'."

This was getting painful to watch. Jaune just sat there as Cardin threw insult after insult at him. His lip trembled as his eyes began to water. Why wasn't anyone doing anything?

"Man, it's not even that hard to imagine," Cardin laughed. "She probably accepted just so that you'd stop getting snot all over her uni-"

Cardin didn't get to finish that sentence. In an instant he was sent flying with a swift strike to the face. His body twisted in the air before tumbling into his team like a bowling ball knocking down a trio of pins.

"How dare you," said Weiss. She was furious. She gripped Jaune's arm tightly. "How dare you suggest that I… you know what?" She shook her head vigorously. "Nevermind that. Nevermind that at all! I will see you buried!"

And so, Weiss stormed off dragging Jaune along with her.

"The ice queen's got a fiery side to her," said Yang, nudging me. We watched as Cardin's team helped their leader to an empty table. He was still dazed by the direct hit. "Didn't think she'd do that. I thought she'd burst into a rant."

"Love makes us do strange things," I said.

"No kidding."

In the following minutes, the group began dwindling away. Yang and Ruby continued yesterday's conversation while Ren and Nora went off to find Pyrrha. I was left alone to finish my late lunch.

As I was cleaning what was left on my plate, my faunus ears detected that someone was still fuming.

"Stupid dork," growled Cardin, biting into a chicken leg. "Can't believe he got a Schnee… that idiot barely knows which end of sword goes where." He turned towards his team. "And that Schnee girl's such a pet to begin with, am I right?"

"Yeah, yeah," agreed his team. Honestly, they were such a bunch of parrots.

Sipping my glass of juice, I began to think. Perhaps Cardin didn't fit into my vision of the world. He was expendable. After all, the powers of the ShipNote were not yet fully explored…

Perhaps now would be the time to experiment.

No one would be the wiser to a girl writing in a notebook, I smiled as I took it out. I quickly decided on the experiments I'd try. Making a list, I began my trials.

'Cardin Winchester x Russell Thrush x Dove Bronzewing x Sky Lark' I wrote. Drawing a large heart around their names, my ears awaited any change in conversation. After a few minutes, nothing happened. They were still as loud and obnoxious as before.

Hm. So the ShipNote can only ship one to one, as per the rule. Now for something different.

'Dove Bronzewing x Sky Lark' I wrote. Drawing a heart around their names I quickly scribbled three bullet points underneath. For this experiment I wanted to see if the ShipNote could force one to do the impossible. And, if written with commands to do things that were plausible, would the ShipNote compel them to obey? Or would it ignore all the commands and simply force attraction out of hormones?

'Dove Bronzewing runs to Vacuo and back in twenty seconds.'

'Sky Lark throws something at Dove Bronzewing.'

'Dove Bronzewing and Sky Lark both immediately strip off their shirts and begin making out and rolling around on the cafeteria tables.'

Seconds passed. Dove made no movements to spring towards the desert kingdom. Listening closely, I waited to hear something, anything, that would suggest Dove and Sky had entered into a relationship. Their conversation continued for a few minutes before…

Splat.

"Sky…" said Dove, wiping his face. "Why the hell did you throw mash potatoes at me?"

"I-uh-I…" Sky looked at him oddly. "I-I don't know what came over me…"

The response piqued my curiosity. Did the ShipNote take over their free will, or was it like a hypnotic command? I wondered.

"Sky… I feel kind of hot," said Dove.

"Y-Yeah… me too…" coughed Sky.

Turning my head to them, I found them in the midsts of shakily stripping their armor and clothing. Dove and Sky were sweating and their cheeks were flushed red

"What are you two guys…" Cardin began before his eyes went wide.

Dove and Sky were making out. Cardin and Russell stepped back as the two tumbled over each other. The entire cafeteria was now quiet for a third time. They all watched in awe at the display of Dove and Sky duel with their tongues while rolling about on the tabletop.

Ah, so the ShipNote cares nothing for gender.

"What the f-" Cardin was left speechless as the rest of Beacon began taking out their scrolls to record the incident. A few girls had fainted, overwhelmed by what they were seeing. Students cheered the pair on as Cardin continued watching, his mouth ajar. He stumbled back into a seat Russell had pushed behind him.

My lips curled into a smile. Opening the ShipNote I began another experiment. Folding a crease, I then tore a page from the notebook. Let's see if the power remains even when detached.

Quickly scribbling my next couple, 'Cardin Winchester x Russell Thrush', I followed with the cause. 'Cardin realizes that he truly loves Russell despite being an abusive and often at times cruel human being. Russell forgives him. The two begin stripping each other and making out passionately on the tabletops for a few minutes.'

I waited for a few minutes, listening for any sign that the ShipNote had taken effect. The crowd blocked my vision. Closing my eyes, I focused my ears. Any sign would do, any at all…

Then it came.

"C-Cardin!"

"R-Russell! I love you man!"

I smiled. Gathering my things and disposing of my tray, I left the cafeteria. There was no need to watch my work complete itself. The thought of Cardin and Russell exposing themselves in public, of them being in throes of passion, and knowing that I was the catalyst… it made me… it made me… oh my

There it was again, the wetness between my legs.

Tucking the torn scrap of paper back into the ShipNote, I made a brisk pace for the Beacon Gardens. It was closer than the dormitory and relatively remote. The quiet pagodas and gently sloping trails made for lovely sightseeing amongst the green pools and flowers.

No one would bother me there. The thought of pleasure had me licking my lips.

There was a place where few people go, a waterfall by a clearing. It was out of the way, but a detour through a hidden trail made it easier. The wetness was urging me to hasten there. It was an itch that needed to be scratched. It wasn't so bad to have desires, so long as they were pleased…

Coming into the clearing, my nose sensed that it wasn't empty. Masking my presence, I hid instinctively. Joining the shadows of the trees, I watched from afar. There were two figures sitting by the waterfall.

It was Coco and Velvet.

Dressed in their school uniforms, it seemed that the pair were having a picnic. There was a blanket spread with sandwiches and chicken and various fruits. Velvet poured tea from a thermos while Coco cracked open a can of iced coffee.

"Nothing better than a swing of caffeine for lunch, eh Velvet?" Coco asked, taking a gulp.

Velvet sat quietly, sipping her tea. "Yes," she said finally.

"What's wrong, Velvet? Cat got your tongue?" Coco adjusted her sunglasses and beret as she watched the waterfall.

"No… it's just that…" Velvet paused before continuing. "Coco, lately I think that you've been babying me too much."

"Babying you?"

"Yes!" said Velvet. She began to count down on her fingers. "You invite me out to lunch… you cut the crusts off my sandwiches… you… you…" She frowned. "On missions you keep ordering the rest of the team to protect me! I can protect myself you know. And, not to mention that you keep hogging all the spotlight."

"It's for your own good," said Coco calmly, taking another swig. Draining its contents, she tossed the can back into the basket and reached for another canned coffee. "I care about you, Velvet."

Velvet sighed. "Perhaps you care too much," she said softly, looking off towards the forest.

I felt a tug on my heartstrings. These two were good people. They cared deeply for each other. Granted, misunderstandings do occur, but what if there was a way to remove them? They had a lovely friendship… but could it be more?

Coco and Velvet, eh?

Watching from the shade of trees and shadows of bushes, I concocted a scenario. Reaching for the ShipNote in my bag I decided to rectify this injustice of the world. This was a distortion that had to be eliminated… and I had just the tool for the job.

'Coco x Velvet Scarlatina' I wrote. 'They realize they have more than just a simple friendship and become intimate for the first time beside the waterfall.' Squealing in delight, I continued my work, crafting a masterpiece scenario.

From the sidelines I smiled, prepared to watch my work play out. I bit my lip to prevent myself from screaming. The itch between my legs grew stronger.

My fingertips found the place again. And three… two… one…

Velvet's gaze suddenly hardened. Turning back to the basket, she picked up one of the coffee cans. Cracking it open, she observed its contents. And, with a flick of the wrist, she emptied it all over Coco.

"V-Velvet," spluttered Coco. She looked at Velvet incredulously. "W-what was-?"

"Oops," Velvet said sweetly. "I'm so clumsy sometimes…"

"I don't even-" said Coco, surveying the damage to uniform. "You're lucky it wasn't hot or anything."

'Velvet's behaviour changes. She drenches Coco in coffee."

"Oh, stop being such a baby," Velvet teased. "Here, let me clean you up."

"Uh… okay," Coco said. "There should be some napkins in the-"

Velvet licked Coco. Blood spurted from my nose.

'Velvet offers to clean Coco up. Rather than use a towel or napkins, she uses her tongue.'

Coco stiffened. Her mouth became agape. "W-what was-?"

"It's sweet." Velvet's eyes twinkled. "I think I prefer this method of cleanup, don't you?"

"I… I don't-" Coco was at a loss for words.

"Hush," whispered Velvet, shushing her. "Let me take care of you this time."

'Velvet becomes dominant while Coco becomes submissive.'

My mind was in a haze. Once again I found my hand creeping down between my legs.

Velvet began licking away every drop of coffee that had spilt on Coco's skin. Coco was blushing furiously. "V-Velvet," she said, stifling a moan. "I r-really think it'd be b-better if we-"

"What was that?" Velvet asked. "I couldn't quite hear you." She licked Coco's earlobe.

Coco cried out. The sensation was surreal. "I said," she gasped, writhing wildly. "I said it'd be best if w-we used the napkins."

'Velvet continues to lick the tea off of Coco. Despite her protests, Coco finds herself enjoying it.'

"Nonsense," Velvet murmured, her mouth having moved to Coco's neck. "I think I'm doing a much better job here… oh." She smiled gently. "Looks like you got some down your shirt."

"I can get it!" Coco squeaked out. "Really, it's no trouble."

Velvet scoffed. "I thought I told you that I would take care of it?" she said, beginning to unbutton Coco's blouse.

'Velvet begins to undress Coco, licking the skin underneath her clothing.'

My fingers had found the sweet spot, my secret garden. My eyes itched. I was unable to blink or look away from the scene before me. What excited me most was knowing that I had crafted this… this…

... Sensual masterpiece.

Lick, lick, lick, lick. Like a popsicle, Velvet continued her ministrations on the now exposed Coco. She had placed a hand on Coco's stomach, and was slowly walking her fingers up to her chest.

Coco was beside herself in ecstasy. She had bitten into a knuckle, trying her best to suppress her cries. "Velvet," she finally moaned. "I-I can't… it's…" She bucked upwards. Her eyes rolled back. She squirmed on the blanket, scrabbling or something to hold onto. "P-please!"

'Coco finds herself getting extremely excited. Unable to help herself, her body reacts instinctively. As her temperature rises, she begs Velvet to do something about it.'

"It's okay," soothed Velvet. "I'm here…" She planted a kiss on Coco's navel. "And I won't stop until every part of you is clean…" she said as she reached for the waistband of Coco's skirt.

It was too much for me. I managed stumble further away before it finally hit me. I saw black. I saw white. I saw nothing.

I bit my lip to silence a moan. I fell into the grass, sinking to a crippling bliss. In the distance I could still hear Coco's increasingly desperate cries as Velvet continued to bring her pleasure. So, not only does the ShipNote work on same genders, but on cross species too… but I didn't care about that right now.

My mind drifted to other things.

This world doesn't need freedom. It doesn't need liberation. Liberation is a dream, a fantasy based on a lie. What this world needs is order. What this world needs is two souls balancing each other out. What it truly needs is absolute love - pure and dedicated. What it truly needs is a story of my design, all carefully crafted for a purpose.

Laying on my back and looking at the night sky, I promised that I would give this world meaning with the stroke of a pen.

With this ShipNote, I can do it… but there are bound to be those who will oppose me. If I'm exposed, they'll try to stop me… I needed a shield, something to deny them from accusing Blake Belladonna...

I needed a name, a symbol. I needed to become an idea.

The winds whispered the name. Clutching my chest, my heart felt like it would burst with happiness. The hand upon my chest moved downward, ready to begin another round of sinful work. My other hand stroked my hair, clinging to my sweaty skin. My body convulsed with laughter as an euphoric sensation surged through every single nerve.

Laughing. Laughing! Laughing! I was so happy, I was so delighted that I just couldn't stop. I became like a banshee or a wraith that haunted the forest, cursing this world with laughter. The spirits circled around me. They carried on my vision. My ancestors approved.

As my fingers made the final stroke, a thought flooded my mind: that I shall bring about a glorious revolution.

The moment of pleasure shook my body and left. My bow had come off some time ago; my ears welcomed the breeze. My blouse was undone; my breasts were exposed to the wild. My skirt was pulled down to my knees. I brought my sticky fingertips to my nose, smelling it again. The scent of change. I licked them, tasting it again. The taste of revolution.

This world is rotten, and those who make it rotten must be shipped off. Someone has to do it, so why not me?

Even if it means sacrificing everything… my mind and soul and my heart… it's worth it - this shall become my life's work. Because the world… it can't go on like this. All the darkness in people's hearts - I'll make them see the light! I'll sweep the old, obsolete kingdoms into the ravages of time. I'll form a new Kingdom… a Kingdom of Light? A Kingdom of Darkness?

A Kingdom of Hearts?

To the heavens and the moon, and to the setting sun and the cool evening sky, I affirmed the name they've blessed upon me.

"Call me Shippa."


Chapter 3 Crosshare Fin

Author's Notes: Gentlemen, we are preparing to cross some lines.

Editor's Notes: To those who enjoyed the smut: you're welcome. Sincerely, Narutochaos22. I knew that reading Premium Well would come in handy one day.