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COMMENTS:
RJk2503:
Waifu Squadron
Avip:
Waifu Sentai - Bride Rangers!
The_Cobalt_Void:
Sarge to Ilia: You are being adopted, please do not resist
Avip:
Spin off fic: 'Texas Batman'
BadgeJake_Kloiber:
Sarge to Ilia: "And your now named SIMMONS!"
Duncan_Quan:
Well, better than being named Griff.
Avip:
Love to see RVB fans still around.
Frostwolf3227:
....great now you have 2 yanderes....Pyrrha and now Neo.....try to tame them to make them into Goudere before one of them snaps.
Avip42:
Are there subtypes of Yandere? [We continued this conversation on discord, link below, and I learned that there are MANY variations of yanderes.]
Freedomringer (About chapter 51):
Jaune: Wait... I have a harem? Did Audra get in contact with you Pyrrha? Does two people count as a harem?
Team RWBY: Whose Audra!?
Avip:
Ha! I loved it.
[#*#*# Chapter Start #*#*#]
CHAPTER COVER
[Point of View: Pyrrha Nikos]
I had expected Jaune to take me to a movie or a romantic dinner, but he said he had something more traditional in mind.
Now, the sun dips low, painting the sky with orange and pink hues as Jaune and I stroll along Vale's boardwalk fair, already in full swing, a cacophony of laughter, games, and the tantalizing scent of fried food.
Right now I'm clutching a handful of metallic rings, my eyes narrowed in fierce concentration as I toss all of them onto the board.
CLINK! CLINK! CLINK! CLINK! CLINK!
Each one lands perfectly around the neck of a bottle, and the small crowd cheers.
"And the winner, for the fifth time in a row, is Lois Lane!" the game runner announces my fake name, his voice tinged with despair. He's a grizzled man, his face etched with frustration as he watches me decimate his rigged game.
"Please, have mercy! You've made your point," he cries, hands clasped in a pleading gesture. "You're bankrupting me here!"
Jaune chuckles beside me, holding six impossibly large plush toys and shaking his head.
"Remember, I'm the boyfriend who has to carry all these for the rest of the date," he teases, smiling at me.
"Boyfriend," I whisper, repeating him.
The word sends a warm flutter through my chest. I can't help but smile, looking at Jaune with a newfound softness.
"You Jaune don't need to despair," I say, turning to the small crowd of children who have been watching us with wide eyes.
I distribute five of the plush toys among them, their faces lighting up with pure joy. But I keep to myself the smallest, a golden-furred lion, the one Jaune won for me on his second try, almost breaking the stand with a full-force swing.
"You really must hate cheaters to treat that man like that."
I shake my head, grinning.
"He was using magnets to repel the ring, but more importantly, a girlfriend should always defend her boyfriend's honor, right?"
I catch Jaune's reaction, his smile widening, eyes sparkling with joy when I called us girlfriend and boyfriend.
"Besides," I continue, trying to keep my voice steady, "it's his fault, he rigged the game."
"Fair enough, I guess." Jaune laughs, wrapping an arm around me as I lean my head against his chest. "Never gonna take the side of an asshole over my girl."
I tuck myself closer to him, his arm wrapped securely around my shoulders as we meander through the bustling crowd.
I glance up at Jaune, his eyes reflecting the vibrant lights that adorn the game stalls and food stands. He catches my gaze, and a soft smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.
Initially, I was apprehensive about this date. A fair seemed so... risky for me.
But with the disguise and the casual clothes he told me to wear, nobody noticed that I'm Pyrrha Nikos, the invincible girl, champion of tournaments walks among them. Tonight, I'm just Lois Lane, a normal girl on a normal date with her boyfriend.
This anonymity is so liberating, allowing me to shed the weight of expectations and simply enjoy the moment.
But something about this disguise starts to bother me, and ugly feelings I try to keep in check surface in my mind.
"Who is Lois Lane, Jaune?" I ask in a colder tone than I intended.
Jaune's eyes widen, and he rubs the back of his neck, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.
"Well, uh, when I was thinking of a disguise for you, the name just popped into my head. You know, Lois Lane, the reporter."
My nails dig into his skin, a dark tide of jealousy surging within me. Jaune's Aura flares, oblivious to the storm brewing in my mind.
'Did he meet another woman?' I question mentally. 'Another set of eyes on my Jaune?'
But before I can voice my thoughts, Jaune keeps talking, his words tumbling out in a rushed explanation.
"But the true reason I chose this disguise is... Lois Lane's boyfriend is you know… Superman."
I blink, my jealousy faltering.
"Superman?" I blurt, repeating. "The flying superhero you showed us?"
Jaune nods, his face blushing even more in embarrassment.
"Yeah," he admits, laughing awkwardly.
My fingers relax their grip on Jaune's arm as the pieces click together. A laugh bubbles up from my chest, warm and genuine. The tension melts away, replaced by something lighter, something sweet.
"By the Gods, Jaune," I say, shaking my head. "You just wanted to feel like you were Superman."
Jaune's blush deepens, his ears turning pink. He scrubs a hand over his face, but there's no hiding the way his eyes crinkle at the corners, hopeful.
"Well... I m-mean," His voice wavers just a little, like he's bracing for me to mock him. "Yes?"
But I don't.
Instead, I step closer, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. The fairground lights catch the blue in his irises, making them glow like sapphires.
"I like it," I admit, my voice soft. "It's... so you."
"Wait, really?" Jaune blurts, freezing. "Because I know it's kinda-."
"Immature?" I finish for him, smirking. "Maybe. But I love this side of you."
His breath hitches. The noise of the fair fades into the background, swallowed by the sudden intensity between us. For a second, he just stares at me, like he's memorizing the words.
Then, slow and deliberate, he leans down.
His lips brush my own, warm, lingering. A quick gentle kiss.
"Good," he murmurs against my skin. "Because you're stuck with me."
I laugh again, this time pressing my palm to his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath my fingers.
"Lucky me," I whisper blushing.
Jaune guides us toward a brightly lit Ferris wheel, its painted horses prancing up and down to the tune of a cheerful melody.
"Want to take a ride?" He asks, wiggling his brows and pointing to the ride.
I nod, and we quickly enter the ferris wheel gondola.
The gondola sways gently as we step inside, the metal creaking under our weight. Jaune settles in beside me, his shoulder pressing against mine, warm and solid. The attendant latches the door shut with a clank.
As we rise, Vale's lights shrink below us, the fairgrounds transforming into a glittering carpet of gold and crimson. The wind tugs at my hair, cool against my flushed cheeks. I exhale, watching my breath curl in the evening air.
When we reach the top, something catches me by surprise.
BOOM.
A burst of light explodes above us, painting the sky in streaks of emerald and violet. I gasp, fingers tightening around Jaune's arm.
Another follows.
CRACKLE-POP
This one is a cascade of silver sparks, like stars breaking free of the heavens.
KA-BOOM
The fireworks burst again, crimson this time, bleeding into the night like a wound in the sky. The gondola sways, and I lean into it, letting my head tilt back as the colors wash over me.
Suddenly, the gondola creaks. A shift in weight, followed by a rustle of fabric. My lashes flutter down, and I turn to stare at-.
"Jaune?" I ask, cutting off my own thoughts. "What are you doing?"
Jaune is there, on one knee, holding a small velvet box. The fireworks above us paint his face in shifting hues, gold, violet, crimson.
His fingers tremble a little, enough to make my chest ache.
"Pyrrha," he says, his voice rough. "I know I already signed the contract, but I need to do this."
I swallow hard.
"No pressure," he continues, his thumb brushing over the box. "No rules. It's just me asking you if you'd like to spend the rest of your life with me."
BOOM!
A firework blows out at the same time as I freeze in surprise. The gondola sways, and my breath catches.
Jaune remains kneeling. Still waiting as his smile falters.
"Pyrrha?" he asks, worried.
A few seconds pass, but I don't react, still stunned by his action. Annoyed by my lack of reaction, Jaune tries to speak again, in a more serious and heavy tone.
"Pyrrha Nikos," he starts, staring deep into my eyes. "Will you marry me?"
The world blurs. My vision swims, colors bleeding together from the fireworks, Jaune's face, the velvet box clutched in his trembling hands. A laugh bubbles up from somewhere deep inside me, bright and disbelieving. It spills out before I can stop it, raw and unfiltered.
"Yes!" The word tears free from me, louder than the explosions above us.
My hands fly to his face, fingers pressing against his cheeks, his jaw, like I need to prove he's real. The gondola rocks with the force of my movement, but I don't care. I crash into him, my lips finding his in a kiss that's all teeth and laughter and something so fierce it burns.
We stumble, but his arms band around me, steadying us both. The velvet box digs into my ribs, but I don't pull away. His heart hammers against mine, a wild, frantic rhythm that matches the fireworks still detonating overhead. Gold and crimson light flickers across his stunned face when I finally pull back just enough to breathe.
When I finally push away, Jaune chuckles at me. "That was..." He starts, shaking his head in disbelief. "That was way more intense than I expected."
I pull back just enough to see his face, my fingers still tangled in his hair. The fireworks paint his cheeks in flickering gold, but it's the light in his eyes, my Jaune's eyes, that holds me.
A laugh spills out, breathless and bright.
"But why did you buy a ring?" I press a hand to his chest, feeling the wild thump of his heart beneath my palm. "Even though we signed the contract?"
Jaune exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. The gondola creaks as it begins its slow descent, the fairground lights swelling below us like a sea of stars.
"Yeah, uh." He scrubs a hand over his face, his ears turning pink. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining about the, uh, harem situation," he continues, his voice cracking just a little. "Five incredible girls? That's... that's insane. In the best kind of way. But-."
His fingers tighten around the velvet box, knuckles whitening.
"But I didn't want you to think I was just... going along with it because I had to." His gaze locks onto mine, fierce and unyielding. "I wanted to make sure you all understand that I also choose you. Not because of some deal, or because it's convenient, or because the others said so. Because I want to. Because you're all special to me and-."
I don't let him finish. My lips crash into his again, harder this time, my free hand gripping the front of his shirt like I'm afraid he'll vanish if I let go.
When I pull back, my breath comes in short, sharp gasps.
"We're going to need a hotel room," I demand, my voice rough, dripping with desire.
Jaune blinks, dazed.
"Are you too tired to go back to Beacon?" he asks, oblivious.
"Oooooh, Jaune." I coo, petting his head. "I love your pretty, empty blonde head."
[Point of View: Blanche Arc]
The voice of our father weighed heavily on us.
"Four daughters of Arc. Four blades forged in the fires of the Arc legacy." He began in a solemn tone, just before his face twisted into a visceral scowl directed at us. "And yet… you kneel before me in disgrace."
Noir's jaw tightened beside me. I could see her fingers twitching, itching to curl into fists. She hated this. Hated him, but we didn't move, we didn't speak.
"You let your quarry, that filthy animal, humiliate you. And worst of all, you begged for that weak traitor's help-.." He wanted to say more.
But a sharp voice shouted from behind me.
"My brother is not weak!" Lilas said, cutting our father off. "Jaune cutted Adam Taurus' arm off in a single strike. While you sat here, drinking wine and polishing your ego."
The air thickened like molten lead. Father's face darkened. The veins in his neck pulsed, thick as ropes.
"Forgive her, Father." I begged, stepping into his line of sight toward Lilas. "Forgive her, she is young and does not know any better."
"SILENCE!" The Arc patriarch roared with his Semblance.
The weight of his voice slammed into us like a physical blow. My ribs tightened, my breath hitched, not just from fear, but from the sheer pressure of it.
Father's Semblance wasn't just sound, it was a living thing, crawling under my skin, whispering that resistance was futile.
My knees trembled. Beside me, Noir's knuckles whitened, her usual defiance flickering like a candle in a storm. Even Ce, who never flinches, swayed slightly, her will faltering for the first time in years.
Lilas didn't move, didn't breathe. Her body was locked in place, muscles screaming against the invisible chains of Father's command. I could see the war in her eyes, her will against his power, her pride against the primal terror his voice stirred in our blood.
I swallowed bile. My body burned where my aura flared against father semblance, a desperate barrier against the crush of his dominance. It wasn't enough, it was never enough.
"You dare?" Father's voice dropped to a growl, the sound vibrating in my bones. His blue eyes, so like Jaune's but colder, hungrier, locked onto Lilas. "You, the runt of this litter of failures, dare to lecture me?"
Lilas' lips peeled back in a snarl. A drop of blood slipped from her nose. She was fighting him. Actually fighting him. Most would have collapsed by now.
"Jaune-" she choked out, "is worth ten of you."
Father rose.
The throne room shuddered.
Father's eyes narrowed as he swept his gaze over us, his daughters, his pawns.
"Noir, Céruléenne and Lilas, LEAVE NOW." He ordered with his Semblance. "Blanche stays."
Noir's head snapped up, defiance in her eyes. Ce clenched her jaw, and Lilas… Lilas looked like she was about to lunge at him. But none of them moved on him, they couldn't. His word was law, his command absolute.
I nodded slightly, a silent plea for them to obey peacefully. We couldn't fight him, not yet at least.
Noir was the first to move, turning sharply on her heel. Ce followed, her steps slow, deliberate. Lilas was the last to leave, her body shaking with suppressed rage. The doors slammed behind them, leaving me alone with the monster in the room.
I turned to face him, my mouth open to speak, to explain, to apologize. But his hand flashed out, a blur of motion, and pain exploded across my cheek.
SLAP!
My head snapped to the side, my vision blurred, and I stumbled, catching myself on the cold stone floor.
"That," Father said, his voice as cold as the stones beneath my hands, "will suffice as punishment, for now."
I pressed a hand to my cheek, feeling the hot, throbbing pain. My fingers came away smeared with blood. I looked up at him, this man who should be a father, who should love and protect and cherish. But all I saw was a stranger, a tyrant, a monster.
"Father, I-" I started, but he cut me off with a sharp gesture.
"Silence, Blanche. Your failures have forced me to alter my plans."
I blinked, confusion momentarily overriding the pain.
"Plans? What plans?"
He turned away, pacing towards the throne. His fingers drummed against the armrest, a rhythm that sent a shiver down my spine.
"The Winchester girl," he said, his voice thoughtful, as if musing to himself. "Carla, for some ungodly reason, still wants to marry Jaune. That would become a political alliance, a strengthening of ties. But…"
He paused, his lips curling in a sneer.
"Noir's failures, involving Vale police, destruction of city property while fighting Jaune, and your failure to kill Adam Taurus has jeopardized that. The Winchesters have rescinded their proposal, despite their daughter's interest."
I stared at him, my mind racing.
"Fortunately," he starts in a calmer tone. "A new ally contacted me, with interest in revitalizing our realm."
"Who?" I ask, genuinely curious.
"His name is Arthur Watts."
[#*#*# Chapter End #*#*#]
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