A/N Blake's Reality Check
Alt title: Will Ruby Get Her
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Mangouschase: That's fine, most of the lemons just go to further their relationship dynamic. Like the last one demonstrated how starved Weiss is for validation. And the brief on coming up, is really just to get a Ruby one out there.
Hey, at least I'm honest.
Breuche: In case you weren't being sarcastic. People have done much, MUCH worse and still be considered holy. I won't get into IRL religion. But in case youwere.This story is rated M. That means it's for ages 17.
Remnant of War: Ozpin 100% knows what he's doing. He's playing the long game and being patient. Right now, he noticed that Cyril is uncomfortable and suspicious of him. So, he's making sure he stays away from Cyril. Treat him like any other student.
Oz is a master of manipulation. And by not interacting with Cyril, he solidifies his stance of bringing him to Beacon under the pretense of protection and opportunity for Cyril. By not treating himanydifferent, he dissuades Cyril's belief of Oz having a vested interest in him.
As for the tournament? That's another opportunity to show that he's not giving any special treatment. He was giventhe paper that was wrote up by the students.
Which actually goes a way towards gaining Cyril's trust. By going against Cyril for the other students, no matter how minor, Cyril will see it as 'He's not trying to gain my favor,clearly.' Which will lower Cyril's guard.
Also, Oz tries to ensure that at least one or two students from the outskirts make it into Beacon every year. Get some bandit blood into the student body, show them how their enemies will take them. In this year, it was supposed to be Nora, Ren and Russel. They all grew up in the outskirts and wilds and have no concept of acontrolledfight. That's intentional. Because all the prep schools and fight tutors teach under controlled conditions to make sure there's no serious risk to the students.
FinalKingdomHearts: Here it is!
GideonBlackthorn: Yes, yes it is.
Samejake: Thank you!
Emp781: You and alotof people.
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-11/12, Second year dorms, 5pm-
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Cyril Leon POV
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"What is it?" Trifa asks angrily as she opens the door.
"A desperate call for help." I say tiredly as I lean on the doorframe and rub my eyes.
Peaking up, I see the grey haired girl with grey eyes. Staring at me in confusion.
The difference between grey and Silver eyes is actually pretty simple I've found. Grey eyes are duller, and Silver eyes have a subtle shine to them as well as a gradient. Being slightly darker on the top of the iris and brighter on the bottom.
"Huh?" She tilts her head and furrows her brow.
"Blake asked me to help her with Adam and his team." I explain simply as I cross my arms.
"Uh, huh." She says dubiously, looking behind herself, then to her side. Before turning back to me and putting a hand on my shoulder. "One moment!"
She shoves me back and off the doorframe. Making me stumble a little as the door gets slammed shut. And I'm left here to wait while Blake skulks at the end of the hall. And Ruby is left in the room on her own, and I don't even have my scroll to contact her.
"Blake owes mebigtime for this." I grumble to myself as I lean against the wall.
I tap my foot as I wait, my mind drifting to thenumerousthings I have to do.Asidefrom Ruby that is.
'I have the assignment for Professor Peach due in three days. Lord knows she can be a bitch about punctuality.' I think as I recall everything. 'Got a quiz in Grimm Studies tomorrow, and my makeup exam with Velvet. Then I have Professor Shrieve and his map project.'
For Peach, I need to list off and present fivemimicherbs found within Vale. Which is what they call plants that look like one thing, but are deadly and actually another. Batesian Mimicry. Pictures or pieces are acceptable.
For Shrieve, I need to use maps provided from the Cartographer's Guild and piece together where in Vale the map is displaying.
Funny thing about Peach? Sheisas absent as the show made her seem. Mainly because like Port, she's an active huntress and is actively taking missions while spending her free time as a part time teacher.
'Then there's the diagrams for Jacques' RnD team.' I recall.
They've been borderlinerabidsince a day or two ago when they got ahold of my blueprints. Of course, Weiss handles ninety percent of what goes through in that department. Not that I'm shoving it off on her or anything. Shegenuinelyenjoys parsing through paperwork and reading documents. While Isuckat it.
So, I leave it to her.
I'm brought from my thoughts as the door opens again, revealing the blue eyed, spiky red and black haired Adam.
"Okay, let's talk." He says with an expression that says 'let's get this over with' as he leans on the doorframe.
Taking a breath to clear my throat, I think about what to say.
"Alright, so apparently Blake wants to patch things up with you?" I say, and he sighs tiredly. Rubbing his eyes in exasperation. "And she's not making any headway, so she askedmeto help because according to her I have magic therapy powers."
That causes someone in the room and out of my sight to give a quick bark of laughter. Though I can't tell who.
"Did she now?" Adam asks with a tired glare. "And just what did she tell you?"
"What I told you, is what I know." I say as I raise my hands in mock defense before letting my hands fall back to my sides with a slap. "She wants to make amends, and is so desperate that she's draggingmeinto it."
Adam stares at me for a decent while. Only breaking eye contact to look into the room briefly. Before his shoulders go slack with a tired and exhausted sigh that comes through his nose. Nodding his head into the room as he steps back and holds the door for me.
"Get in here Blake, I know you're around the corner." He says louder as he rolls his eyes up to the ceiling.
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"And she called me a privileged human passer!" Trifa shouts while pointing to the girl sitting on the floor.
"Well how was I supposed to-" Blake starts to say.
"Zip it." I point to said girl from my chair.
Yeah, she's on such bad terms that when she asked for a chair, Perry pulled two out from their desks. Gave one to me, andsatin the other himself.
"Excuse you, how do-" She startsagain.
"You know the rules here Blake." I glare at her, earning steamed look as she turns her attention to the floor. Having the decency to look ashamed. "You talk, when it's your turn."
Blake doesn't say anything further. And I gesture back to Trifa.
"And what does that mean?" I ask. "Toyouspecifically. Not just in general."
Am I using this to my benefit and learning what is and isn't appropriate to say? Absolutely! Velvet's been nice enough to fill me in from time to time, but isclearlyuncomfortable with discussing the topic.
Weiss, has little concept outside of theharsherthings. And Ruby grew up in a mixed house with lax parentage. So her concept on most things social is, unreliable. And not evencompletelylike, just do theoppositeof what she says. She's spot on with some things. But others, not so much. So taking her advice is always a gamble.
"It tells me she thinks I'm cowardly and ashamed of my heritage." Trifa glares at the black haired pain in my ass. "Sure, a pair of gloves and no one will ever tell me apart from a human. Hell, Icouldget tattoos, but to imply that Iwouldor that I do? You can go fuck yourself!"
Faunus takegreatpride in their features. Like, they see their features the same way a Italians see their pasta. And insulting them, is like calling an Irishman, Sottish and vice versa. I would know.
Long story.
"Trifa." I say with a glare. "The rules apply to you as well."
"Fine." She crosses her arms with a glare as she looks to Blake."Shecan go fuck herself."
Fuck it. Good enough.
"Blake, why did you say that?" I ask the girl currently staring at the floor.
"Hrmmrhm." She mumbles.
"As sensible as I'm sure that was, I don't have ears as good as yours." I say, earning a glare from the cat eared Faunus. "And neither does anyone else here." I wave my hand to the four others.Noneof which have Faunus ears.
'Lucky.' I think to myself. 'I'mnerfedby having a team of Faunus eared teammates.'
Though, thinking on it. I don't mindtoomuch.
What? I know my tastes.
"I, just figured since you were from Atlas you'd, do as Atlesian's do." She mutters.
"Okay first off, I'm fromMantle,not Atlas. Get it right or get going. Second-" She starts and I hold a hand to cut her off.
She goes red in the face as she's stopped again.
"And what do you mean by that Blake?" I ask as Trifa's face calms down.
What the fuck has my life become?
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Weiss Schnee POV
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"And this is the newer figurine from Studio Heeblee." The helpful and very informative young man of Anima Anime says as he shows off a figurine of Huntress Jasmine in a fight against the Rogue Huntress Granite. "Notthenewest, unfortunately those got lost in transport along Arc's Crossing."
"Understandable." I nod, fully aware of the cost of transport and its impact on the market. "However, I was hoping to acquire something more,homeyI suppose?"
"Homey,how?"He asks casually with a raised brow.
"Bedside or adjacent décor." I say, hoping to find something of a plush for Ruby.
She has the white fox one, and Cyrilhadthe black and red wolf one. But it eventually found its way to Ruby's bed. So I think Ruby would appreciate another.
Or at least give Cyril his own back.
"Now, when you saybedside." The guy says and subtly nods his head to the side. "Do you mean?"
I look over to where he was gesturing. And see the newly remodeled, readramshackled,section. Boarded off with cheap dividers and a cardboard sign with M on it. Sectioning it off for mature customers.
"Excuseyou." I glare back at the man. "Do I come off one so,deviant?And what of that manner would count asdécor?"
He raises a brow at my reprimand. Before pointing over a different section of the store.
"Sorry, you're just dressed like a huntress and you're clearlynotsoo, I'm sorry for assuming." He says as he puts the figurine back under the counter.
"And just what isthatsupposed to mean?" I ask, feeling evenmoreoffended.
"Come on." He gives a sly smile. "You've got an elegant dress with thesurvivalpoucheson your belt. And there'snoway that weapon is viable against Grimm unless it's a Geraltian, and he's been retired foryears.You'd need more connections than Ozma himself to get one.Besides, what Huntress would be intoanime?"
On the one hand, I feel his knowledge on weaponry is well founded. To know that about Geralt of Mantle. But on the other hand, heclearlydoesn't know of anything else he speaks of.
So, I show him my Beacon I.D. and watch as his eyes bug out.
"Is this real?" He asks nervously.
I don't answer him as I merely take my I.D. back and head towards the children's plushies.
'I truly do not see what Ruby sees in this establishment.' I think to myself as I purchase a small, deformed plush in the form of a more cutesy Beowolf. 'Perhaps it's the novelty? She did mention there areveryfew Anima cultural stores in Vale.'
After having concluded my business here. I head out and find myself rather stumped on where to go next. Shopping for Ruby and Blake is easy. But Cyril is rather, more difficult.
Outside of study, build, fight and sleep. There's not much he does without prompting. So it's hard to think of what he might enjoy as a gift. Toys? I've no idea what he would like. Clothes? Aside from his height I don't know his measurement.
'Aside fromonepart of him.' I school a blush at the scandalous thought that creeps up on me. 'Hmm, I wonder how Ruby is fairing? Knowing Cyril, the poor girl is probably begging for a break and is merely accommodating hisdesires.'
It's what happens whenwecouple after all. Cyril and I that is. I can only imagine how sore Ruby is right now. Or maybe not, perhaps the brute hasfinallylearned how to restrain himself with a lady.
Though, come to think of it. Ruby is a bit of a deviant herself with how often she coerces me into the shower some mornings.
"Knowing those two hormone fueled idiots, they've probably rendered at least one bed unusable by now." I sigh to myself as Ihopethey've enough sense to clean up before I get back.
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-Meanwhile, SLBR Dorm-
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Ruby Rose POV
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I stare at the clock on my scroll and sigh. Feeling more and more disappointed as time goes on.
"He's not coming back anytime soon is he?" I whine out loud. "Rrrrmmmmm! Dang it Blake!"
This sucks! And I don't know if it was important or not, so I can't get mad yet. It might've been asuperimportant issue that only Cyril could solve.
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"Hmmm, maybe I should change?" I ask myself.
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-AMST Dorm, 5:45pm-
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Cyril Leon POV
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"Because sheis!"Blake yells. "Adam and I were still in an exclusive relationship and she's trying to pry us apart!"
"Blake I haven't even slept with anyone in the last year and a half!" Adam shouts back.
I'm not here anymore. Not since I learned Blake called Perry's familyminority appeasingwhatever. Perry, is a platypus Faunus. He has spurs on his ankles thatdopoke out of his shoes, but his shoes are made so that it just looks like the spurs are a part of his shoes.
Yeah, she insulted his family for adopting him. Granted she did itindirectlyby saying Humans shouldn't be allowed to adopt and culturally wipe Faunus.
Oh, and Perry had two older brothers. One is dead and survived by his son. So Perry's nephew is left to the other brother.
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This is some Maury level shit I swear.
Anyway! Shay is just personally offended by Blake offending his whole team.
"And I don't believe that!" Blake says.
"Well suck it up bitch!" Trifa shouts as she steps in front of Adam. "Because it'strue.And not for lack of trying on my part, you got that right. But herefusesbecause ofyou!"
"So, you live with her?" Shay asks as he sits next to me.
"Eeyup." I say with a slow nod.
"What's that like?" He asks.
"Like this, only she can't run away when she loses an argument." I say.
Oh yeah, I'm covering the door. And Perry is covering the window. Because Blake has tried to run,twice.Not wanting to deal with the fallout of her mouth getting her in trouble.
I saidfuck that shit!You pull me into your shit I'll make sure youwallowin it bitch. Webothsuffering here until we get some progress.
"Why should I be expected to believe you and him aren't a thing when you had ayearalone with each other?" Blake asks as she crosses her arms.
"Because he doesn't want to hurtyourfeelings you dumb bitch cat!" Trifa yells. Silencing the room as that's, Iguessit's a slur? I don't know. I stopped paying attention to that.
"Why?" Blake asks softly as she turns to the man she hasmanyissues with.
"Because Blake, we… we've been through alottogether." He says softly as he keeps his eyes on the girl.
"Why are the hot ones always so crazy?" Shay whispers softly. "Hell, I hear that Rose girl you're with went all berserk on the first years from Vacuo. That true?"
"You don't know how to read the room well, do you?" I ask the black haired guy.
"Not really." He admits easily as he looks back to the scene before us. Focusing back on the drama unfolding between Adam and Blake.
"Iknowyou love me." Adam says as he crosses his arms, closing himself off from the girl. "And I know breaking up, I just… I couldn'tstaywith you. Not because Ihateyou I just, I don't love you. Not like that, and I didn't want to hurt you." He steadily chokes out.
This is, genuinely hard to watch. Because you canfeelhow hard this is for Adam to say. I mean, he's looking ready to cry more than Blake is.
"Then why did you leave?" Blake asks softly. "Why leave me if you didn't want to hurt me?"
"Because I respected you." Adam says sternly. "And I thought you deserved to not have someone string you along, but you just wouldn'tquit!I've tried to break up with you for twoyearsBlake. And youknowthat."
"And we're back on this." Trifa rolls her eyes and crosses her arms.
"I've notbeenwith anyone because Iloveyou Blake. And I don't want to hurt you." Adam says, ignoring his partner. Blake goes to say something but Adam raises a hand and cuts her off. "Iknowthat me getting with someone else before you're over,this."He gestures to everything all around him. "Would just hurt youmore.Blake, I love you. As afriend,almost family and Iwantwhat's best for you and for you to behappy. But I'm notinlove with you and I won't lie and say I am."
Blake is full on trembling at this point. Staring at the floor as she chokes up.
"I joinedBeaconfor you." She says softly. "I signed up as a Huntress in training, giving upyearsof my life. I left home." She looks up, showing her makeup is running slightly as tears form in her eyes. "All foryou!"
"Ineverasked you to doanyof that Blake." Adam says with a raised voice. "I told you I was going to Beacon and that we should go our separate ways!Youfollowed me of your own will and chased me here."
"But then you left when I failed." Blake chokes up more. "You dropped out so we wouldn't be separated. How am I supposed to interpret that?"
"That'show you saw that?" Adam asks with a stressed laugh. "I dropped out of the entrance exam to make sure you made it home to Menagerie safe! I didn't do it to make sure we stuck together, I did it because I feltresponsiblefor you. If anything happened to you, I just couldn't let that happen."
'So it's a classic boy wants to separate amicably, but girl doesn't want that and turns into a crazy stalker ex.' I note in my head. 'I mean, Ifiguredit was something like that. But it's always nice to have confirmation.'
"Then why not tell me that?" Blake asks, her voice shaky and cracking.
"Because I didn't want to hurt you!" He says with a crack in his own voice. "Blake, I just, we're through. I don't love you like that, and you need to get that through your head! It's not because I found someone else, it's not because you're ugly or like things I don't or the other way around. It's because we have different plans for our lives, and I can't be with someone who revolvestheirlife aroundmine.I'm sorry, I just can't."
The room devolves into a bit of awkward silence. One that isn't lost on anyone as even Perry looks away, pursing his lips in discomfort.
"Okay then, I guess I'll just, I'll just go then." Blake says softly.
"Before you do, you owe Trifa and Perry an apology for what you've said." Adam tells her sternly, and she nods without ever looking up.
"Trifa, I'm sorry for insulting you and implying you're ashamed of being a Faunus or would ever hide yourself." She says, sounding broken and defeated. Almost robotic in her words.
"Yeah, sure." Trifa says, clearly not believing Blake's apology.
"Perry, I'm sorry I called your family cultural appropriators and that they had no right to adopt you." Blake says, either not picking up on Trifa's sass. Or choosing to ignore it.
"I, IguessI forgive you." He says, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "Just, try to be a better person?"
"Damn this is awkward." Shay comments.
I ignore him.
Blake turns away, her head down as she heads towards me. And by extension the door.
I get up and move the chair aside, opening the door for her and letting her out as I nod to Adam and his team.
"Thanks for… I don't even know." I sigh tiredly. "I'll, I guess I'll let you know how she does."
"Don't." Adam says sternly. Surprising me after all I heard. "If, if she gets worse I'll want to do something to help her. And we'll just be right back here."
I nod, seeing his point of view on the matter as I turn back and head out. Coming out to Blake standing in the hall and just, waiting.
I close the door behind me, and sort of just stand there. Not knowing what to really do in this situation.
"Am, am I an idiot?" Blake suddenly asks without looking up.
'Yes.' My mind tries to make me say immediately, but I hold it back.
"I think you run on emotion more than you should." I say cautiously. "It's not abadthing, but you definitely let it get the better of you."
"That's not what I meant." She looks up, glaring at me through her ruined eyeliner. "Was I dumb to think he still loved me?"
I want to take the path of least resistance, and I open my mouth to assure her that she wasn'twrong.Just misinterpreting things, but one thing Adam got right is that she doesn't need gas lighting. She needs blunt truth.
"Yes." I say after a bit of pause. "Yes, you were. He made it clear and while there's nothing wrong with not wanting a good thing to end. There is a lot wrong when you deny it."
She gives a sad bark of a laugh and looks away. Moving a strand of her hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear.
"Geez, no saving my feelings?" She asks.
"Do youwantme to lie?" I ask with a raised brow.
"I mean, alittlebit would be nice." She says as she crosses her arms and turns to her side, leaning her shoulder against the wall. "Certainly wouldn't hurt." She mumbles the last bit."
She probably does want that. But, genuinely? After what I've heard in there, and what I've experienced. Blake has a tendency to take small statements, andrunwith them and build on assumptions she makes.
"What do I do now?" She asks softly. "My reason for being here wantsnothingto do with me, and it's too late to drop out without causingmoreissues. Where do I go from here?"
She gives a small sniffle and looks to me. As thoughIhave the answer.
"At this point?" I say softly. "Take it day by day, move forward. Be the best you that you can manage and, hopefully,eventually.You get past this."
"But the bestmeis when I was withhim." Blake says as her eyes water and she looks away again. "I just, always imagined we'd be together. From childhood friends, to lovers, to married couple raising a family. Now I've signed my life away for, for a fantasy that died years ago?"
A part of mereallywants to comment on how the childhood friendneverwins. And it's taking alotto hold myself back in favor of not starting something.
"Well, as a wise man once told me. When a dream turns bad, dream a better dream, and make it real." I say, hoping I can bullshit this. Because again, this iswayout of my field of expertise. "You're still young, Blake. You have at least four more years to figure out where you want to go after Beacon. Just because one door is closed, doesn't mean others can't be opened."
"Those are, hmm." Blake comments softly, not seeming to know what to say.
I fully ripped that from Sharkboy and Lavagirl. And I'm pretty sure I fucked it up.
Blake is silent for a bit as she stares off into nothing. Before chuckling to herself, shaking her head as she closes her eyes.
"Four years to figure my life out?Stillyoung?" She rolls her eyes and looks to me with a sarcastic smile. "You know that would mean more if you weren't two yearsyoungerthan me."
That's fair.
"Though, I'll be honest." Blake smiles. "I half expected you to… nevermind. Go back to Ruby, I just, I need to be alone."
"You sure?" I ask, half concerned and half not wanting to leave the girl who already took offonce,on her own to do so again."
"Yeah." She says and pushes off the wall. "I'll be in the library, just make sure to clean up when you two are done."
She walks away, and I'm left with a complicated mix of not understanding what happened. And not really caring, while also feeling like Ishouldcare.
In the end, I figure there's nothing more I can really do. So, I head back to the room.
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I get into the room and sigh as I lean against the door. Nursing the headache coursing through my forehead as I try togenuinelyforget all that just happened. For the sake of my stress and sanity if anything.
"U-um. C-Cyril?" I hear the shy, stuttery voice of Ruby speak up.
Opening my eyes, I'm greeted to the sight of her in her night clothes. The black top and baggy white pj bottoms with rose patterns.Massiveblush on her face as she looks to the ground and fidgets with her fingers.
"C-could you, um, pick up where we, left off?" She asks with a nervous grin as she looks up hopefully.
'You know, this might just be what I need right now.' I think with a smile as I step towards her and bring her in for a hug.
"Hmm!" She squeaks as I smoosh her face into my chest.
"Does this answer your question?" I whisper as I kiss the top of her head, moving my hands down to snake into her PJ's and grope her best asset.
"Hrmmm!Score!"She quietly squeals to herself as she bounces on her heels, causing her ass to jiggle in my hands.
She looks up to me with a shy yet eager smile as she snakes her hands down to my belt. Keeping eye contact as she struggles to undo it, quickly losing whatever confidence she had going into this as she gets frustrated and breaks eye contact to lean back and look down.
"Come on." She growls quietly. "I've been waiting alldayfor this."
'Well ifthatdoesn't get someone in the mood.' I think to myself as I feel my cock go rock hard just from that as she gets increasingly desperate in attempts to remove my pants.
Deciding to take control before she rips my belt buckle off. I pick her up by the butt.
"Wah, whagh!" She exclaims as I carry her to her bed and set her down. "H-hey!"
Looking at her nervous, blushing face. I can tell she's lost all sense of control she had earlier. And is now reduced to an adorable, blushing ball of horny nerves as she starts to pant.
"Yes?" I ask as I crawl and lean over her.
"N-nothing." She squeaks. "Keep going, forget about me. But like, don't, because I'm, well the-hrrm!"
I lean forward and kiss her, a kiss she returns as she throws her arms around my neck. Her legs wrapping around and behind mine as she pulls herself closer to me. Meanwhile I move a hand from her cheeks to her already wet slit.
Ruby breaks from the kiss with a gasp as I start rubbing her outer folds. Mouth open and eyes half lidded as I insert my fingers and start curling.
"Aaaahn!" She shivers and clenches her eyes shut as I curl up. "Okay! T-too much! S-slower, p-please."
Complying, I move my hand slower. Watching as her face relaxes, opening her eyes back up as she smiles at me. Before pulling me in for another kiss.
A few moments of clumsy kissing later, and Ruby separates with a gasp. Panting as she lets go and pushes me back a bit. Where she turns around on her bed and puts her feet on the floor. Sliding her pajama bottoms down and wiggling her round butt at me as she slides the clothing down almost teasingly slow.
"I wanna try it like this." She says as she lays her front down on the bed. "Please?"
Unbuckling my belt, I donothave to be told twice.
"Hmm, and what's this?" I tease as I run my hands over her firm, soft ass.
"Um, my butt?" She says with a confused expression as she looks back at me. "Why? Is, something wrong? Oh my gosh! Did I not wipe good and-"
I laugh as she leans up and checks her rear. Pivoting her head from side to side as she tries to find whatever she thinks I'm talking about.
"There's nothing there." I chuckle as I hold and squeeze her from behind. Kissing her cheek in response to her adorkableness.
"Then why did you-"
"I was beingcoy." I cut her off softly as I move my hands up and down her sides. Trying to keep her in the mood as I steer away from, whatever that was.
"O-oh." Ruby says awkwardly before pushing against me. Making me hold her tighter as I caress her sides. "Um, f-forget all of that! Just uh, just keep doing what you were about to do."
She throws herself forward and grabs a pillow as she hides her face in it. Leaving her heart shaped ass bare and exposed to me as she hides her embarrassment.
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Ruby Rose POV
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I'm sostupid!I probably killed the mood with that and now he's going to just leave me here to pull my pants up. Hot, bothered, and unsexable Ruby. I knew I should've kept looking to the book for examples to pull from! So what if it's porn? It worked before!
'Probably going to laugh about it to Weiss too!' I bemoan as I resign myself to my-
"Hmm!"My eyes shoot up as I feel something hot, stiff and soft press between my legs. "Ooh."
'Nevermind!' I think excitedly as it starts to slide in.
"Hrmmm!" I groan into the pillow I'm biting as he slowly pushes himself all the way in. Filling me in a way that makes my legs tremble as it presses therightspots.
'This is thebestposition yet!' I cheer and mentally note as he getseverygood spot with his first thrust. And his second, and third. 'Oh fuck me! This is so good!'
"Oh, ohfrick!"I say aloud as he picks up the pace. His hips slapping my butt and making me tingle everywhere as he holds my hips down. "Oh, ah! I, I ah!"
"You have such a cute voice." Cyril says as he gives my hips a good squeeze.
"Ahhh!" I squeal and bury my head in my pillow again. Not, really able to think of anything else as he chuckles.
One of his hands moves away from my hip, and I can't help but smile in anticipation and pleasure as he reaches down to my privates. Rubbing his hand over the sensitive hood and using his fingers to pry in and rubjustright spot.
"Come on, let me hear you." I feel my chest burning at his teasing.
I grab at the blanket under me and hold back a scream as I feel every muscle in me tighten. From my toes to my fingers, it's like I'm being squeezed in the tightest hug ever before!
"You, you, this isn't fair!" I turn my head and get out, and all I get in return is an even foggier head as he movesfaster."Ah! Meanie! That's, ah!" He starts to slow down a little. "Hey! Don't stop! Not now!"
I keep pushing myself back into him, loving the feel of his hips roughly smacking my butt. Adding a tingle on top of the jolts of winding pleasure that builds andbuilds.
"Ah-mmmmmmmmm!" I bury my head in the pillow to silence myself as I feel it allpop.Waves of relief run up and down my spine as the tension just, relieves itself. And I'm left shaky and a little weak. My knees locking together as I feel as though my head explodes. Briefly forgettingeverythingaround me as a warm, almost hot wave crashes through me.
I lay here and catch my breath. Grateful that Cyril took a moment to pause and let me ride that out. And I giggle as Cyril leans over and kisses my head.
"Let me know when you're ready for round two." He whispers, and I notice he's still inside me.
I fricking love my life.
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-10 minutes later-
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Cyril Leon POV
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So, what I've learned is that while Weiss isintense. Ruby is just a dorky goof in and out of bed. And likes to make sure things arefair.
When sheisn'ttrying to recreate scenes from an erotic novel.
I'll admit, I'm more of a giver. There's just something in me that likes seeing my partners writhe under my touch.
Rubyon the other hand.
"Rmm!" She bites her lip and clenches her eyes shut as she stops bouncing. Edging herself as I have yet to finish, and sherefusesto let herself cum before me asecondtime.
"At this rate, you're going to explode." I huff as Iamclose.
She doesn't say anything as she starts bouncing again. My hands on her thighs as she takes control for the second round. Feeling her hips and ass jiggle as they slam down on me harder and harder.
"Come on, come on." She squeals, starting to shake and lock up as she bites her lip and clenches her eyes shut. "I, I can't! I just, ah! Cum already! Please!"
She falls forward and lays on my chest as she cums. Which, the trembling and squeals as she clenches her thighs on my hips is what sends me over.
That and her biting my collar as she cums.
"Ah!" I exclaim as she bites down. "What is it with you and biting? And hickeys?"
It takes a moment as she holds me tight. Shaking in my arms as she milks my cock for all its worth. Before finally going slack after a few moments.
"I'unno." She eventually mumbles as she lets go and slowly, shakily sits up. Sweaty and dazed, face flushed as she gives me a dopey grin. "It just, feels right? You know?"
She closes her eyes with a content smile on her face as she catches her breath. Her hips shaky every few seconds from aftershocks of pleasure as she basks in the afterglow.
Arching her back, she groans as she stretches. Wiping some hair from her face as she does so. Giving me bedroom eyes as she relaxes and places her hands on my stomach.
"That, was amazing." She gives me a soft smile. "I, think Ireallyneeded that."
I smile as I take in her almost glowing form. Satisfied smile, tired eyes, soft blush and relaxed ears.
"You're so beautiful like this." I say as I run my hands up and down her hips. "Just, here with me."
"I, you, I guh!" She stutters and chokes out as her blush deepens and eyes widen. "Warn a girl! You can't just say that out of nowhere."
I chuckle as the shy and awkward girl looks away. And I sit up, causing her to snap her head to me as I bring her in for an embrace.
"Never." I say and assault her neck with light kisses. "You will know my affections until you melt."
"I, you, ah! Hey!" She giggles and tries to push me off. "Hey! That'sah,tickles!"
The moment is interrupted however, as we snap our heads to the door. Weiss walking in with two shopping bags on her arm as she turns to close the door behind her.
Turning to face us, her eyes go wide and her face redder than Ruby's namesake as she takes in the sight.
"I-I-I I can'tbelieveyou two!" Weiss huffs as she crosses her arms. "I step out forthreehours to give you privacy and I come back to you two still,canoodling?Have you no restraint?"
Well, this is awkward.
"Wanna join?" Ruby asks with a sheepish smile.
Good job Ruby. Way to make itmoreawkward.
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-Meanwhile, Library-
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Blake Belladonna POV
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I'm sofuckingstupid! So dumb I don't even know where tostart.
I should've seen this alongtime ago. Before I tried to apply for Beacon, before I ran from home, before I cut ties!
Be the best I can be? I havenothing.I'd be surprised if my parents or clan wouldeverwant to talk to me after how I left. Turned down the leadership trials and stormed off to be with a guy who doesn't wantme.
Wound up on a team that thinksI'mracist. In a school were Ibarelyget by. What was Ithinking?Why was I so dumb?
'Take a moment to step back, and think abouteverythingyou've done while only thinking about yourself. Now think about everything you've done that upset someone, and see how many times you get the same thing. Or something like that. I leave the wisdom to Tai.' I remember Summer's words. And realize I'm worse than I initially thought.
Worst of all, the people I've upset and pissed off areniceto me! Adam, Ruby,Cyril.They're all just, they just act like I'mnota total bitch and give me chance after chance.
'Until they stop giving chances.' I recall how Adam told Cyril to not mention me around him. 'Until your selfishness pushes them so far away, it becomes too much effort to try and reach out.'
Cyril was right, I have four years to figure things out. But, it just feels so daunting. I have nothing left, I gave upeverythingto follow a guy who I loved, but didn't love me back. My fairytale dream romance turned into a tragedy.
And I have no one to blame but myself.
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I have no one but myself.
'Myself, and my team.' I tell myself, but it feels hollow.
I've madenoattempt to get close to them. No attempt to connect. Sometimes it feels like they're a team, and I'm just an add-on. And it's not for a lack of trying on their part. They've made attempts to reach out in their own ways.
'I really am selfish.' I realize. 'I'm the oldest on the team, yet the two youngest have their shit together better than I do. And one of them has less than I do!'
And unlike me, he didn'tchooseto throw his life away. He had his stolen by how cruel the world is. If there isanyonewho had a right to judge me, it'd be him.
'Maybe that's how they work?' I think to myself. 'None of them take the other for granted like I did Adam. Weiss makes an effort to understand Ruby and Cyril. Cyril makes an effort to make sure Weiss and Ruby know he cares. And Ruby makes sure to always be there and help them.'
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I just want a hug right now. A hug and to forget today happened. Just go to bed and put today behind me.
'Dream a better dream.' The words ring in my head. 'Then make it real.'
But what dream do I want to have?
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-Next day, Beacon Mail Service, 11/13, 7am-
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Cyril Leon POV
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"Nora?" I ask the tired looking girl with a plastic smile and bags under her eyes.
"Oh, hey Cyril." Thecalmsounding voice of the ginger replies from behind the counter. "Here for your mail?"
"Um, yeah." I say awkwardly, one hundred percentnotprepared to see Nora here. "So uh, what are you doing here?"
"Oh, well, you remember the whole Cheese Wheel incident?" She asks with an awkward yet tired smile.
"Vividly." I give a single word answer.
"Well, cheese is,reallyexpensive. Like,really really." She says with a sad laugh. "So, uh. Well I need to make money doing side jobs. But, as a huntress in training, there aren't any real jobs I can get. And I can't keep pulling from the government stipends to pay off all that cheese so, here I am! And, anywhere else I might be able to get a little more cash. Turns out the city and the outskirts areverydifferent. And you can't just wait for people to stop being mad at you for what you did. Heh, heh… will that be for you or your team?"
"Team." I answer the awkward and tired girl.
"Got it!" She gives a salute and heads to the back. Before coming back for my I.D.
Anyone can come by, present their I.D. and get their mail if they have any. Alongside anyone on the recipient's mail list. And at Beacon, unless you fill out some forms tospecificallykeep your stuff private. Then anyone in your team can get your mail for you.
It's still a crime to open mail that isn't yours without permission. I feel that's worth mentioning.
"Well, here you go!" Nora says with forced cheerfulness. Handing me a tote with a bunch of mail and magazines. "Just make sure to return it next time you get mail. Don't want them to make you sign a bunch of stuff and have to pay off the tote and all. Right?"
"Right." I say slowly as I take the tote from the sleep deprived girl. "Get some sleep when you can."
"I'll try." She wheezes.
Walking away fromthat.
"Let's see here." I say softly to myself as I flip through the mail.
'Weapon's weekly, High Top Girls Weekly, Market catalogue on metals and materials. Ruby.' I mentally note. 'Explorer's weekly, Vale's hottest, Jam Jam and Marmalade. Blake, funnily enough. Lot of envelopes with Weiss's name on them. A few with mine, mostly forms and stipends for me.'
"Hmm?" I think curiously as I hold the mail tote to my side, opening the personal letter addressed to me. Black with red embroidery.
I carefully open the envelope and start reading through it.
Dear Cyril Leon
You are cordially invited to the Sun's Rise Soiree held by the esteemed Brand name at the middle of the Atlesian year, or the twenty fifth day of the eleventh month of Vale's calendar. This year's Soiree celebrating the accomplishments and innovations of the human mind is to be held at the Brand estate on Wood's Island in Vale.
You are permitted to bring up to three individuals of your choosing. Attire is classical, but if you choose to appear in otherwise more familiar clothing it is understandable.
Sincere regards, Drachen Brand.
P.S.
I truly hope you'll accept young sir Leon. I've heard much of you and your advancement from my friends and I am interested in meeting one such as you with ideas so revolutionary.
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"Okay, more mail for Weiss." I shrug as I put the letter back, and pick up another fancy one. This one brown with silver embroidery.
To the aspiring young Sir Leon
I am writing in hopes of establishing a connection. To build relations with one of your talent and rising status it would be of great pleasure to host you so that we may discuss and have mutual exchange.
If you should find yourself interested, I encourage you to write back to the address enclosed.
Sincerely, Sans Vere
P.S. My daughter is-
"Nope." I mutter as I put in the pile to give to Weiss.
She knows who'sactuallyimportant, and who's social climbing. Information travels slower here, but still fast enough that the knowledge that I'm on the same team as the Schnee heiress and that I'm an orphaned Silver Eyed with no clan is already reaching more important people.
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"Wait." I stop as I have a sudden realization and go back to the black envelope.
"Cordially, blah blah blah, accomplishments and innovation, revolutionary ideas." I read through.
The last letter was a basic,lets meet and discuss, maybe see what we can do for each other.And maybe an offer to meet their daughter, I stopped reading.
This one, mentions innovations andspecificallymentionsmy revolutionary ideas.What ideas?Myideas are kept to me, my team, the SDC R , and the Atlesian military R .
How the hell?
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Blake Belladonna POV
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"So, you mentioned that, Hersheen as being the day ra of hunters before?" I ask as I move my bishop.
"Hircine, and he's a Daedra." He corrects as he moves his rook. "And yeah, but like, hunter as inhunter and prey.He's not,good.But he isn't bad, he justis."
"Makes sense." I say as I move my bishop and take his rook.
"Really?" He asks with a raised brow. "Most people find that is hard to understand."
"What do you mean?" I ask, looking up from the board.
"Just that, most seem to label him as evil. But, you can't really label him byourstandards." He shrugs as he moves his piece. "He's more a representation of nature than some god you pray to for divine guidance. Youcanpray to him, but understand w,hat you're looking towards. He's not on your side, you have to be on his."
"Yeah, that makes sense." I agree. "He sounds less like a demon and more like a spirit. Actually sounds like Arandra."
"Who?" He asks.
"Arandra is the spirit of the wilds, and not justaspirit of the wilds.Thespirit of the wilds." I explain as the game is forgotten momentarily. "She has bright yellow skin and black hair, eyes of a cat and the teeth of a snake. Other than that, her form is changeable. She's the one who punishes the foolish or ignorant. Mainly when it comes to the forests and jungles."
"So, a sort of vengeful spirit, meant to be avoided?" Cyril asks.
"No, wellyesbut not really." I try to explain. "She punishes the unprepared, and test the survival of travelers when they catch her attention."
I remember the lessons I was taught growing up. About how Arandra is cruel and uncaring of our plights and feelings. Selfish and caring only for her home, if we wander off we could upset her by not being prepared.
"Mostly by underpreparing for travel." I tell him. "Stepping into her gardens without the proper reverence for what she cultivates is the easiest way to get her to show you why she's feared and respected. But if you do respect her home and make sure your prepare for her trials, she'll show favor. And is known to guide woodsmen towards prey and away from danger. Even showing pity on the lost or unprepared at times."
"Huh." Cyril says as he leans back and crosses his arms. "Guess that makes sense. And why you understand the Daedra aren't inherently evil."
"Wait, all Daedra are considered evil?" I ask, not really understanding.
"Eh, notreally.Just, amoral." He says. "Like Sheogorath, he's the patron of artists. But also the father of the deranged."
"Yeah, I remember." I say with a flat look, recalling the cheese wheel incident.
"But other than that, they aren't even that different from the gods. In fact, the nine are called Aedra, it means ancestor. Daedra meansnotour ancestor, and it refers to how the gods created the world and the Daedra didn't. The gods sacrificed parts of their power and being to make the world while the Daedradidn't.And that's why the Daedra seem so much more foreign and yet knowable. Because the gods, are part of the world, andweare part of the world. It takes a lot of self reflection and insight to know about yourself, but you can more easily learn about something when you look at it from the outside. Which you can do with Daedra, but not the gods. The gods are easier to understand, but complicated to explain. While the Daedra are easy to explain, but complicated to understand."
I stare at him as I try to understand and, justtryto think about what that means.
I get spirits and how they justare.They are the world, and you abide bytheirrules and respect that. Do, and they give you gifts of various nature for your part in respecting them. Don't, and they take them back.
Gods? I can,kindasee it. Other cultures have the belief that higher powersseparatefrom the world control it, like some sort of board game that we're apart of. Weird but, I guess I can see how some people use that to explain the happenings of the world.
But…
"You sound like you're saying everyone is part god." I say plainly.
"Kinda." He shrugs. "The gods are creators, can we not create? And when we create do we not sacrifice parts of ourselves when do? Be time, money, effort or more?"
I stare at him for an awkward amount of time. Before sighing as I rub the bridge of my nose.
"Yousayit's not a cult." I groan. "Then say stuff likewe are all gods and we are all part of the gods."
"It's not a cult!" He shouts, and I hear a clacking sound. "Checkmate!"
"What!?" My eyes snap open. "It was my turn!"
"You took too long!"
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A/N
Keeping this here for me.
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Fus, force
Ro, balance
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Wuld, whirlwind
Nah, fury
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Yol, ingnite
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Kaan, Kyne
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Strun, storm
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Fo, frost
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Liz, Ice
Slen, Flesh
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Gaan, stamina
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Ven, air
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Gol, earth
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Su, wind
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Rii, essence
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Faas, fear
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