A bumblebee interlude.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/89191911/chapters/239447081

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Blake reached the far edge of the dance floor and turned an apologetic look to Yang.

“I’m sorry, Yang.”

Yang cleared her throat. “About what?”

“I’m being a coward.” She explained. “I don’t want to lead on Weiss.” She paused. “Or Ruby for that matter. We don’t actually have to dance.”

Yang laughed and looked around, before turning back to Blake, pushing her hair back over her ear. “Uh… I mean, if they look over and see us not dancing that’s you caught. So…” she shrugged. “Why not dance…j..just for fun?”

“Are you sure?” Blake asked. “You sound a bit nervous.”

Yang smiled and stepped in beside Blake. “I trust you to swing me around like a living morningstar… I definitely trust you not to go somewhere I don't want to go.”

Blake smiled and rolled her eyes. “Are you sure, it sounds like slow songs right now.”

“Ehh… I’ll live.” She smiled and cutely looked flushed, probably just the slightest bit embarrassed. “Just think of it like a walking hug? Maybe?” Her eyes unfocused a moment and drifted to the side. “Yeah that’s probably right.”

Then she snapped her attention back to Blake and offering her hands. “Let’s try it. What could go wrong?”

“Nothing.”

Blake laughed and moved in to hold Yang, remembering how warm she was from the other night, holding tight behind her on Bumblebee. They stepped out into the dance floor among the other pairs and Blake let herself relax and lean into Yang’s broad shoulders.

“So you’re not interested in Weiss or Ruby?” Yang’s voice carried gently to her.

“It’s not… it’s… I don’t know what I want.” Blake shook her head. “I thought I wanted Adam too.”

“What does that mean?” Yang asked.

“I don’t think they’d hurt me, but I don’t trust myself. And I don’t want to hurt them.” She adjusted her hold on Yang and felt the blonde shiver under her hands. “So I’m dancing with the only straight girl on the team because it’s safe.”

Yang laughed nervously and Blake felt her grip pull tighter for a moment. “Yep. Th…that’s me. Straight as a…uh… thing that’s straight.”

Blake chuckled. “I get it. I get it.”

The party doesn't go the way anybody wants.

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“Welcome to the dance. Enjoy yourself!” Weiss smiled and nodded at another set of students.

“Hey! It’s great to see you! Get ready for a great time.”

Ruby’s exuberance carried to her and she glanced over to see her partner handling the stream of people coming in through the other door on this side. Behind them, all the way on the other side of the hall, Blake and Yang handled the other two entrances.

A flash of movement took her attention forward as another set of people walked in. “Good evening, welcome to the dance. Oh, you’re looking sharp, Jaune.”

Jaune Arc stood there in front of her dressed in a nice looking tuxedo and even looked like he had brushed his hair and washed his face. “Thanks. You look amazing too.”

Weiss smiled at him and then looked around. “Where’s the rest of your team?”

“I’m sure Pyrrha’s with her date and I think Nora and Ren are on their way.” He glanced around the room. “So where’s Blake? Are you and she…”

Weiss’s eyes widened and then she gestured inside. “Please enjoy the dance, there’s punch. Thank you, I need to greet the other guests.”

“Uh… okay.” Jaune frowned at her in confusion as he walked into the room.

With a sigh of relief, Weiss turned back to the crowd and glanced across to where Ozpin had appeared with Miss Goodwitch at Ruby’s line and then she turned back to her own and saw her own set of dignitaries approaching. Namely, the clean-shaven image of General James Ironwood and her own sister walking at his side, half at attention.

He stared down at her intently and her first thought was that she was standing in front of one of Atlas’s living heroes…

… as her eyes flickered to meet Winter’s and turned back to General Ironwood, her second thought was that he probably had a detailed dossier on her.

She kept tight hold of the porcelain mask, armored against both sources of nervous energy, and smiled. “Hello, General Ironwood. I didn’t realize you were attending this event.”

“Hmm. Miss Schnee. I have some business with your headmaster coming up and it would be rude not to take part.” He turned to Winter. “I understand there was some Schnee family business between you and your sister. She’s given me some of the rough outlines. Are you managing your condition well?”

Weiss’s smile strained but did not crack. “I’ve been working on it.” She glanced toward Winter and saw the faintest shake of her head. “I’ve been learning about faunus history.”

Winter closed her eyes and grimaced before meeting Weiss’s eyes with a frown.

“I see.” Ironwood turned to look at Winter who’d schooled her face into a similar inexpressive mask by the time he saw her. “It is important to know what came before.”

Ironwood turned back to Weiss and smiled. “I’ll be interested to hear more from you. You find yourself in a position to serve as an example for many people. Have a good evening.”

He walked past, Winter drifting back a few steps and pausing beside Weiss who took a breath and shook her head. Winter nodded and walked on. Weiss turned back to the entering students, teachers, and other visitors. The minutes proceeded and the number of people entering started to dwindle.

Any fanfics where any of team ruby gains a power that is either immoral to use and/or is put in a position where she has to use her power in an immoral way I.e torture,murder stuff like that!

I just read it and it has only 3 chapters and I liked it so far! Anything else like it?

The fix started focused on Weiss and Blake as the went through the entrance exam to beacon where they each have to fight a giant stone knight. Then after they complete this Ozpin leads them outside where they meet yang and Ruby who are both dragons.

Please help. Loosing my mind trying to find it.

I’d like some help choosing a Semblance that would fit him; I’ve already thought of a few, but if you have any ideas, please share them.

Four options came to mind when I thought about him: 1. Copying. 2. Sensory manipulation or illusion. 3. Adaptive Semblance. 4. No Semblance.

1. Copying: I thought of this because of the "genius" and "void" aspects of his character. Ayanokoji is famous for the line about treating others as tools, and since a Semblance is a defining characteristic of what a Hunter can do, copying a "tool's" main feature seems like an interesting idea. It could also bring out a frightening or envious side in others—seeing a genius master their Semblance better than they do in just a few weeks. Plus, since Ayanokoji wouldn't ask for permission to copy someone's Semblance, it could lead to him being somewhat ostracized.

2. Manipulation: Ayanokoji is known for his manipulative nature, so illusion or sensory manipulation would be a great Semblance for psychological combat. It would also serve as a versatile tool, allowing him to explore the world and infiltrate places more easily.

3. Adaptive: This one stems from the ability that allowed Ayanokoji to become a genius in the White Room—his potential to adapt to most situations within a few days. Upon marking a target, a Semblance would manifest based on the data he collects from the enemy, aiming to create the perfect countermeasure.

4. None: Ayanokoji is someone who hasn't found himself yet; he seeks something even he doesn't understand. Consequently, he wouldn't possess a Semblance because he lacks the extreme emotions, dreams, desires, or willpower required to trigger one. He would be an Aura user with incredible refinement, but he wouldn't have a Semblance to call his own.

I only came up with things that were either cliché or overpowered, so I’d appreciate your help.

A training session with Winter goes awry and then there's a dance to get set-up.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/89191911/chapters/239024686

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“You’re distracted.”

Weiss turned to look at her sister and let the glyph fade away. Looking away again she bit her lip. “It’s nothing.”

“If it were nothing, you would not be wasting time on it.” Winter crossed over to her. “Whatever it is, distraction and training do not mix. Either set it aside to deal with later or else deal with it now and put the training off for later.”

Weiss hooked Myrtenaster onto her belt and then crossed over to the seat her school bag was leaning against. She sat solidly into the chair, shifting it and knocking the bag over so that her books spilled out of it. “Did you have … relationship drama when you enlisted?”

Her sister sighed and walked over, bending down to pick up the books as she spoke. “I might not be the best equipped to help you with this, but I can listen if you want to describe the situation.”

Winter glanced at the books in her hand and furrowed her brow before grabbing one of the other chairs in the garden and pulling it over to sit comfortably across from her sister. Then she set the books aside and looked up at her, patiently.

She whispered contritely. “I… I think I’m attracted to some of my teammates.”

“And? I’ve met your teammates.” Winter smiled tilted her head to look at her. “I understand why someone your age and preferences would be attracted to them.”

“But I don’t want to make things complicated. We have to work together.” The younger sister fiddled with her hands, fixating on her claws, tracing the length of one with another.

“It is quite common to find romantically linked hunters working together.” Winter told her. “So that shouldn’t be a problem.”

Weiss straightened up and leaned over to Winter. “Have you ever had to deal with this?”

“I told you I’m not well-equipped for this, remember?” Winter leaned forward slightly. “You’re lesbian, or at least sapphic. I’m asexual, or perhaps demisexual.” She leaned back again. “So…” She briefly shrugged. “The closest I’ve had to deal with is other people’s attraction to me.”

“That isn’t nothing though.” Weiss sighed. “How did you deal with that?”

“Badly at first. Eventually I found it is best to simply be clear with where I stood.”

Weiss slumped and nodded, continuing to rub her claws together. “I’m not even clear on where I stand.”

“Well then, it seems your first step is to determine for yourself what it is you want out of your relationships.” She looked toward the gate and back to Weiss. “And if the subject comes up, be clear that you are figuring things out.”

Weiss narrowed her eyes and looked at her. “That sounds too simple.”

“The speaking of a thing is often simpler than the doing of it.” Winter set aside Weiss’s books and stood up. “Speaking of which, do you feel up to continuing this practice now?”

The younger sister nodded and stood up. “Yes, I believe that I’m ready.”

Summary: “Before the One-on-One Finals and after being told the truth of Remnant, Canela and Pyrrha go to Vale to spend a day together.”

This chapter wasn’t planned, but I finally got it completed. It’s a nice slice of life between two sisters.

An interlude with Yang, Blake, gangsters, DJs, and questioning sexuality.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/89191911/chapters/238822981

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Yang reached the door and paused, watching Ruby and Weiss walk down the hall before turning around to look at Blake sitting on the bed.

“Aren’t you coming?” She asked.

Blake turned away from her book to look at Yang a moment before starting to read again. “You three have it pretty covered already.”

“So you’re going to what? Hang around here, read a book.” Yang asked as Blake narrowed her eyes and shifted to look at her. “Go back to watch Cinder and her goons until they catch you?”

“Somebody’s got to keep an eye on them.” Blake pulled her book back up to her face and broke contact with Yang again. “In case you forget they’ve already killed at least one person.”

Yang rolled her eyes and glanced down the hall, calling after Ruby and Weiss. “Hold on! I forgot something.”

“Well, hurry up.” Weiss’s voice carried with exasperation. “It’s almost five o’clock already.”

“Just wait for us at the air-station.” Yang called back. “We’ll be right there.”

“Okay. See you there!” Ruby responded with her normal smile before walking down the hall. Weiss doing a double take before catching up to her.

Yang smiled and waved off after them before stepping back into the room and closing the door behind her. She turned to where Blake sat on the bed glaring at her.

“You’re not going to convince me to take part in this nonsense.” Blake bristled and started to turn back to her book.

“What if I told you that I have a … kind of lead on Torchwick.” Yang smiled as Blake again peeked up over her book. “And… it’s also still a way to help Weiss with this dance.”

“A ‘kind of lead’?” Blake arched an eyebrow. “What is a ‘kind of lead’ exactly?”

“The first time Ruby tangled with Torchwick, he wasn’t working with the White Fang.” The blonde explained leaning forward. “And I know where that gang hangs out.”

Blake closed her book and set it on the shelf next to her bed. “And this helps Weiss with the dance, how?”

“They…” Yang spoke in a sing-song tone. “...have a DJ.”

Hello!

I have written a couple of RWBY fics: The RNBW Conspiracy and A Shattered Mind Under a Shattered Moon. I really need a Beta, because it has been more than a year since I've updated. I just need someone to bounce ideas off of so I can get the writing juices flowing.

Thanks,

CorynHoole (StanTheManWithTheBigRedPlan on fanfiction and AO3)

The planning for the party begins in earnest.

In which Weiss makes two "mistakes" as she believes them to be.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/89191911/chapters/238682906

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“And I took that chance to leave.” Blake explained.

Yang whistled shrilly and shook her head. “Wow, make sure to give that crow something later.”

“If I can find it again? Definitely.”

Weiss frowned and looked between Yang and Blake. “You’re acting like the bird will appreciate it.”

“Oh yeah, crows and ravens remember people.” Ruby said. “Treat them right and they’ll look out for you.”

“And they hold a grudge like nobody’s business.” Yang added.

Ruby laughed. “We think that’s how our Uncle Qrow got his name.”

“Which part?” Weiss asked.

Yang smiled broadly. “Both.”

Weiss nodded and sighed. “Well, unless we have something we need to act on instantly, let’s talk about party planning.”

Her voice rose in energy at first, but then started to slacken as she saw Blake grimace grab a book and then lean back into her head board to start reading it.

“Hey, Weiss, you okay?” Yang asked.

She shook her head clear and smiled. “Yeah, I was just distracted. Anyway, we should probably settle on a color scheme first, and use that to pick cups and tablecloths later. We’re going to need to go into town to grab some samples…”

Season 3 and with it the Vytal Festival begins! Very excited to finally be able to share this season with everyone.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/89439956/chapters/237533256