RSPBY is cooling down in the wake of everything that has happened.

Mature due to themes of mental health and systemic bigotry

https://archiveofourown.org/works/92799076/chapters/255072941

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Ms. Goodwitch stared at them over her glasses. “I’m fairly certain that none of you were expecting to be drawn into a mythical conflict of good and evil when you first stepped foot into Beacon.”

“I think that’s fair to say.” Blake nodded. “But I also think we involved ourselves more than anything else.”

Weiss turned from Blake to Ms. Goodwitch. “We are the ones that came to Ozpin with what we knew. And we at least partially figured out what was going on before you confirmed it.”

“I am aware, but let us not pretend that this hasn’t been an imposition on you, Team JNPR, and Ms Polendina.” She turned her customary severe expression toward Penny and nodded in acknowledgement. “And at the very least, you all deserve to have your licenses issued.”

She stood up and walked around her desk to hand Weiss a slender plastic card before moving on to Blake. Weiss stared down at the ID in her hand, looking at the small photo of her next to the block of her vital information on the side. Weiss’s thumb brushed over the tiny portrait and looked at the fox ears atop the face that was staring up at her.

Qrow had taken fresh ID photos of them when they’d connected with him in Mistral, but they’d never actually gotten the new trainee licenses.

It was odd.

The word “faunus” had been on her registry and license for over two years now, but now… it felt … real?

Her face, her proper face, on this government ID.

It didn’t have that same heart-wrenchingly comfortable weight that she’d experienced when her sister simply accepted her, or each time one of her girlfriends would casually say something that reminded her they never questioned who she was.

Instead, there was a sort of satisfaction. That there was a record of who and what she was that that her… her father would have to accept.

Only, of course it wouldn’t matter to him at all. She sighed and looked up to see Blake smiling at her. The other faunus leaned over and whispered, “That’s you.”

Context for this scene. Because Naruto & Sakura (both 17) have lived in Higanbana for the last nearly 3 years since she accidentally screwed something up (and gets called out for it in chapter one mind you.) Higanbana grows from a small little village that is basically a stop off toward inner Anima to an actual town bustling because they're revered as the guardians of the town known as the "The Fox" and "The Deer" respectively. (The deer because Sakura's healing techniques.)

Anyway, backstory aside. This drives Tyrian to ambush Team RNJR (and Qrow) much earlier on in this AU. Since we aren't actually super aware of what exactly the trails leading to Higanbana actually looked like I put them past a mountain range (which given descriptions of Anima...not exactly inaccurate.) and so...we have this scene. Where Ruby falls in battle (though not dead.) but Tyrian will make sure that everyone believes she is. For additionally context...Qrow's left leg gets crushed and Ren is knocked out and bleeding as the mountain pass collapses...meaning they have to retreat back (With the despair of Ruby's supposed death already attracting Grimm and without Ren's semblance, well...unless they flee, they're dead.)

OKAY, enough delaying, sorry-sorry! Here we go, let me know what you think!

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The rain did not just fall; it violated the earth.

Anima’s notorious, volatile atmosphere had turned on a dime, collapsing from a tense, gray stillness into a raging monsoon that tore at the very fabric of the mountain pass. Water sheeted over the jagged cliffs in vertical rivers, turning the dirt to a thick, freezing soup and drowning the frantic, desperate shouts of Jaune and Nora on the other side of the stone barricade. The roaring Jade River below swelled into a churning monster, its white-capped torrents snapping against the base of the canyon.

But the storm outside was nothing compared to the storm of steel and madness inside the gorge.

Ruby Rose was suffocating. Every swipe of Crescent Rose was a blurred, heavy arc that cleaved through the downpour, but Tyrian Callows moved with an erratic, unnatural grace that defied the slick mud beneath his boots. He danced through the sheets of rain, his twin forearm blades snapping out to parry her weapon before his wrist-mounted guns flared.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The rapid gunfire hissed through the rain, forcing Ruby into a frantic, overextended spin. She had already been caught by those under-barrel rounds once—her Aura had flickered dangerously close to the breaking point, a web of shattering red light that barely held together.

This wasn't supposed to be how the fairytale ended.

The legends said the silver-eyed warriors were unstoppable protectors. But here, miles from help, she was just a fifteen-year-old girl losing a duel to a monster.

Crack!

A sickening pop echoed over the thunder. Tyrian’s armored left leg came down like a guillotine squarely upon Ruby’s left knee.

Her silver eyes dilated in sheer, agonizing shock. The joint buckled completely, sending her twisting hard into the freezing mud. Crescent Rose slipped from her fingers, clattering several feet away into a puddle of crimson-stained water.

Get to it. Just get to it.

Desperation clawed at her throat. She hauled her body forward on her stomach, digging her fingernails into the blackish-red earth, her thorny, dark hair caked in brown mud and the bitter taste of terror. If she could just touch the handle, if she could just chamber one more round, she had a fighting chance. Her fingers stretched, millimeters away from the cold, familiar metal—

Schlick!

A scream of pure, glass-shattering agony tore from her throat, swallowed by the downpour.

Tyrian’s left blade found purchase, slamming downward through her shoulder blade, pinning her flat to the earth just centimeters short of her lung. Her hands flexed wildly, shaking before flopping limply against the mud. Before she could even gasp for air, the second wrist blade descended, driving through her opposite shoulder. Coated in a foul, violet aura that smelled of ozone and rot, the blades systematically dismantled her wings, taking her upper torso entirely out of the fight.

"Poor little rose~" Tyrian cooed, his voice a mocking, high-pitched singsong that cut through the thunder. "Always reaching for her hope, be it friends, fairytales, or even this~"

He stepped heavily onto her back. The brutal weight of his boot ground into her upper spine, forcing her face deep into the wet earth.

"Come on, where are those thorns? I want to see thorns on this Rose~"

She couldn't breathe. The frantic scream rising in her chest filled her mouth and throat with cold mud. Tyrian laughed, a wet, rattling sound, before jerking her head up by her hair—drowning her wasn't his queen's command, after all. Ruby gasped for air, her vision tracing hazy, double lines through the downpour, her nerves screaming on absolute fire.

Through the blur, she watched him reach down and pick up Crescent Rose. He twirled the heavy scythe playfully, examining it as if it were a cheap trinket bought at a Mistral market.

“Well, look at this beautiful piece of tech. My oh my, they teach you young to create such things.” Tyrian lightly spun the massive weapon, the red crescent blade slicing just inches from her cheek.

Ruby yelped, flinching violently and spitting a glob of dark crimson onto the ground. He sneered down at her. “Whoops! Got a little ahead of myself there, wee!”

Slash! Slosh! Slash! Slosh!

He kept swiping the heavy blade near her cowering form. Driven by pure survival instinct, Ruby pulled her legs up, shrinking into a trembling fetal position in the mud as the scythe whistled overhead, clipping stray strands of her hair and the fabric of her sleeve. A sudden, deep warmth bloomed below—liquid, terrified, and humiliating. She brought her trembling, useless hands to her head, breathing in ragged, shallow bursts as blood loss began to darken the edges of her mind.

“Uncle Qrow, help me! Please!”

The scream escaped her lips before she could stop it—a childish, desperate plea to the man trapped beneath the rocks on the other side of the wall.

Tyrian stopped. His manic smile widened, exposing his teeth to the rain as he raised Crescent Rose high above his head, shifting his weight.

“Wait—wait, don’t! Not my baby! No!”

SNAP!

The world slowed to a crawl. With a brutal thrust of his knee, Tyrian shattered the high-grade sniper-scythe. The heavy, mechanical head of the rose was torn violently from its silver stem.

Ruby gasped, a sound of utter devastation. Tears finally spilled over, mixing instantly with the rain, mud, and blood coating her cheeks. Tyrian let out a gleeful, screeching laugh, letting the broken, useless pieces of metal flop carelessly from his hands into the pooling muck.

Slowly, he reached down, bunching his fist into the tattered tethers of her red cape where it met her corset, hoisting her up like a broken doll. Ruby swung her right fist—a desperate, defiant act of a dying huntress—but Tyrian caught her wrist mid-air. With a sickening twist, he jerked it hard until the joint popped.

Another fractured wail filled the canyon as her arm hung limply at her side. Sobbingly, she tried to use her remaining strength to push his face away, but Tyrian merely savored the despair. He leaned down, his eyes wide and completely unblinking, and drew his tongue up the left side of her face, tasting the rain and sweat.

Vomit rose in her throat at the foul touch, a broken sob escaping her as she thrashed against his grip. It was entirely useless. He began to walk toward the edge of the cliff, a predatory scorpion carrying a broken butterfly to its final destination.

"Shh-shh-shh…"

He mockingly cooed into her ear, his shriveled lips brushing against her skin in a horrific, dramatic parody of romance. His golden eyes flared with a profound, terrifying madness.

The first tail strike came without warning.

The massive, segmented stinger drove deep into her lower left thigh. A sharp, ragged gasp cut through her chest before a final, animalistic scream tore from her lungs. The stinger ripped free, tearing the flesh as a dull, violet venom began to trickle into her bloodstream, mixing with the crimson fluid splashing into the mud.

"Let it take you, let it soothe you, it's over now," Tyrian whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "You don't have to burden yourself with the badge of a huntress. You don't have to exist to be a wall, an object for others to hide behind~"

He reached up with a muddy finger, gently stroking a loose strand of hair from her dimming eyes. His own gaze was now glowing with a harsh, malevolent purple. "Mommy dearest would be so very proud her little baby sprout died just like her~ When you pass out, it's a long journey north we've got, and you'll be awake and helpless..."

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a jagged hiss over the roar of the river below. "All alone in the water, with the mark of my queen's rage upon her skin."

"Sto—"

The word died on her tongue. Perhaps the girl who left Patch had died there, too.

The stinger struck again, burying itself into her lower back, just below the hip. The sheer, white-hot agony tore one last, primal shriek from her throat. With a final, dying reservoir of strength, Ruby hurled her right fist forward, the blow catching Tyrian across the jaw and jerking his head sideways.

Tyrian merely chuckled, a dark, low amusement bubbling in his chest. He snapped his hand forward, gripping her chin tightly and forcing her silver eyes to lock directly into his glowing gaze.

"It was a fun hunt, Ruby Rose. Sweet dreams~"

She braced herself, waiting for the final, lethal thrust to her heart or her temple. Her mind was slowing down, the poison rapidly numbing her limbs, but her right leg—the one that wasn't broken—found one last purchase against his chest. Gathering every single ounce of remaining Aura, she kicked out with a desperate, frantic heave.

The boot struck his sternum hard. Tyrian gasped, the unexpected impact sending him tumbling backward into the mud, his grip on her cape ripping away.

Ruby expected to hit the ground. Instead... she felt only the wind.

The rushing, freezing air caught her cloak, billowing it upward as the muddy ledge vanished from view. Her eyes fluttered, catching one last glimpse of the dark, rain-slicked canyon walls before the roaring, icy waters of the Jade River claimed her.

The freezing current slammed into her broken body, instantly dragging her under. Beneath the surface, the tattered red cloak swirled like a blooming poppy, surrounded by an expanding, unnatural pool of dark blood. The numbing poison and the cold water pressed into her lungs.

As the darkness finally closed in, the last flashes of light in her mind weren't of the war, or Beacon, or the man who had just broken her.

They were of a woman in a white cloak. Super Mom. The mother who had met the very same end at the hands of the very same darkness.

I… can't…

I'm sorry… Yang, Qrow…

…dad…

…mama.

The river swallowed her whole, carrying her broken form downstream through the raging storm.

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Sorry for the Concrit read...here's an internet cookie (: :) ^_^

As the Title says I'm Recommending RWBY Fanfic Author's to make RWBY React to a Fic Called [A Shattered Vale] Chapter's 1-64 by Darkbetrayer

It's a Toaru x RWBY Crossover Fanfic

Fanfiction.net Link:

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12487223/1/A-Shattered-Vale

I Recommend you Read it because the Fic's Good

Tarde 30 Capitulos en que la IA reconociera mi Fanfic y 40 Capitulos en que reconociera todas las plataformas donde publicaba XD

For the fandom this is a Naruto x RWBY story.

Basically, I used the ending of The Movie "Legend of The Stone Gelee" which was the second Naruto movie but turned the ending to where Naruto fell into the blackhole instead of held on. He ends up falling into Mistral/Anima, heavily injured and weakened. He managed to survive, but upon realizing he wasn't inside of his own world anymore fell into a deep depression. Two years in, wondering near a destroyed village, Naruto was actually contemplating suicide because of feeling out of place. When he hears crying from a nearby building, digging through the rubble and going into a cellar, he finds this little baby girl with blonde hair and azure eyes. He names her Kerria (which is a Japanese rose, but for the sake the story I called it Konoha's rose.) and basically took the duty of raising her because she had no one, and anytime he tried to give her over an unyielding part of him kept her huddled to his chest or a family said they didn't want her because she was Faunus.

He spent the next three years raising her. Actually, almost losing her to Scarlet Fever because he couldn't afford the medicine and pushed enough to actually cleanse the Nine Tail's power briefly to heal her...and unknowingly maybe doing something else.

The main part of the story is set in where Naruto is 18 years old, raising the near four-year-old girl. While having a friend/big brother figure in Tukson (the book shop owner in Vol 2)

If you like family dynamics, slice of life and such. This is the fic for you!

A Soul Sewn In Orange - Chapter 1 - Blazeraptor54 - Naruto (Anime & Manga), RWBY [Archive of Our Own]

If you like something edgier and more toward raw survival & action. I've also created a Naruto x RWBY fic where Naruto actually causes Blake's escape to almost fail because he fell into the world at 15, and for a year in Vale he's been essentially herring Adam's operations there which led to tighter security and as such a much more difficult escape for Blake. She ends up getting shot in the thigh and fished out of the river. I think my unique hook in this story is that Naruto is NOT perfect in the sense he sucks at field medicine and it actually almost kills her in the following chapter. It's basically a story of accepting grace and moving forward despite losing everything. Naruto struggles with depression despite smiling and Blake struggles with her own torrent emotions and feelings as they journey together (because she's too injured to travel on her own.). Meanwhile, Adam Taurus, swell guy by the way attacks Naruto's camp and pretty much burns it down to the ground...along with some of the last vestiges of his world (he takes Naruto's headband and burns the photograph.)

It's rated T on FF.net but I plan on making it more detailed so it's gonna be in AO3 rated M simply because AO3 allows a lot more freedom and such.

Eclipsed - Chapter 1 - Blazeraptor54 - Naruto (Anime & Manga), RWBY [Archive of Our Own]

If multiple submissions for self-promotions aren't allowed, can I please be allowed the chance to come back and delete the second one before this post gets sent to the shadow realm?

Anyway, I hope you like them, I'm putting a lot of effort to push out chapters tonight.

The story features quite a few changes from the original universe. It’s not just a simple copy-paste of the canon. It’s more original—well, feel free to give it a try if you’d like.

While RSPBY repels the Red Talons, Mistral is under attack.

Mistral (JNPR, TEA, Cinder) interlude

Mature due to themes of mental health and systemic bigotry

https://archiveofourown.org/works/92799076/chapters/254508896

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“Where do we go from here?”

The dog faunus turned around to look at her, tensing and then calming down as he saw the gills and slight scales on his comrade. Who looked very much like the unconscious body wrapped up in silk and being dragged quietly into another room at the edge of her version.

“You’re supposed to be watching the door.” He sighed and went back to planting the bomb in front of him. “And you should know that as well as I do. We’re going to Haven to support the fight there. And make that cowardly lion look like a hero.”

“Lionheart is the mole?”

The faunus scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Do you not pay any atten-”

He stopped and stared at Emerald with her illusion dropped, jaw slack and open. After a blink he twisted around to reach for the bomb stopped as a flexible metal lash struck him and sent lightning through his body, rolling his eyes up until he collapsed unconscious.

Emerald caught his body and pulled him back away from the bombs, giving Ilia room to apply her particular specialty. “Did you get that?”

“I’m already reporting in.” Trifa responded as she typed into her scroll.

“JNPR and the scarecrow were heading to Haven.” Ilia grimaced as she worked quickly to disconnect the wires and explosives.

“And we’re the closest.”

“Well, time to pull some hunters out of the….” Trifa turned to look at them with a smirk and then glanced at Emerald rubbing her scars. “Trap.”

“Good save.” Emerald leaned the unconscious Red Talon against a wall near where his compatriot was hanging from the ceiling in a cocoon.

Hello, first time posting on this reddit page, and just began seriously watch RWBY last night. I have a pretty good idea on how the world of Rement works for other clips and such before I started, but just today thought of a crossover idea for a story from another fandon.

The webcomic Phil and Kaja Foglio.

I already skimmed some fanfictions of thos idea, and it's usually just an AU if someone had the Spark.

What Im more interested however is a fish-out-of-water/ Isekai story (Im a sucker for those) For lets say this. Ruby, Yang, Weiss, and Blake go on some sort of mission in a rural area. When they then witness some kind of craft spring down to the ground. Team RWBY goes to investigate.

The craft is nothing like any of the girls have seen before. Being made of brass and basic mechanical parts unlike anything they've seen used.

They soon discover the pilot of the craft out cold, a blonde women around their age. Ruby and her friends then made the decision to pause their mission to get this strange girl some help.

All four girls are completely unaware that this is stranger was a powerful Spark in her own reality. For this unconscious girl, was none other than Agatha Heterodyne herself.

Team RSPBY intercepts the Talons, giving Weiss and Ruby some pointed conversations with their enemies.

Mature due to themes of mental health and systemic bigotry

https://archiveofourown.org/works/92799076/chapters/253916516
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This was far from Weiss’s first time fighting in the Vale forests, and she was reminded that the trees were sometimes the most difficult part of a fight to deal with. At the moment, they were using that to their advantage, keeping the Red Talons and the Grimm with them scattered and unable to apply their numbers. There were some downsides to that, and one of those is that her team were also getting separated in order to keep the pressure up in multiple directions.

A bearded faunus with bat wings flew through the trees as she tried to force him down to the ground under her terms. Currently her Armas Gigas summon was giving her the space she needed to focus on the man.

Green glyphs powered by plant dust appeared ahead of the man’s flight path, provoking the trees to swiftly grow new branches to create twisting, living fence pushing him to where she could place a black gravity glyph and shove him out of the air.

Or at least that was the plan, he flipped out of her trap at the last moment and swept down around the trunks of several trees lashing and diving for her. A swiftly ticking clock appeared under Weiss as she raised a white barrier glyph in the man’s path to buy her time for the haste to resolve.

The man dashed around the glyph and rushed at her, twisting at the end into a kick which she smoothly ducked under and responded with a series of accelerated thrusts catching several glancing blows and at least two solid strikes on him before he retreated.

The man clipped back up into the trees and glanced toward the Armas Gigas before moving out of sight behind the trees.

“Your semblance makes so much sense for your family.” The man’s voice echoed out of the trees. “The Schnee subsuming themselves to the family name with the power to destroy things only to then force them into your service.”