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Right?
My ex posted a pic a few weeks ago wearing the exact same hoodie that I let her 'borrow' almost ten years ago.
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[RWBY] RWBY Shorts
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Right?
My ex posted a pic a few weeks ago wearing the exact same hoodie that I let her 'borrow' almost ten years ago.
LordofBones
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Crack idea: Weiss is tremendously sheltered, enough that she's been led to believe that the issues with the SDC have nothing to do with faunus and everything to do with 'the poors'. Why else would Blake's top be so ill-fitting that it doesn't cover up her stomach? She's so destitute that she has to wear hand-me-downs and recycle clothes from when she was 10!
Yang: *grinning* "You hear that, Blakey? You're one of the poors now."
Weiss: *happily* "You don't need to hide it, Blake! You may not be a penniless pauper like Yang, but I'm rich enough to support you both until you get jobs and become productive members of society!"
Yang: *grinning* "You hear that, Blakey? You're one of the poors now."
Weiss: *happily* "You don't need to hide it, Blake! You may not be a penniless pauper like Yang, but I'm rich enough to support you both until you get jobs and become productive members of society!"
Dragonslayer: What Kind of Person
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What Kind of Person
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Yang had been digging for months. Years, really.
Old mission reports at Beacon, quiet questions asked in the wrong parts of Vale, snippets from a drunk Qrow. Every lead on Raven Branwen ended the same way: smoke, dead ends, and the same bitter taste in her mouth.
Jaune found out the way he always did—by blundering into it by accident when he asked what she was looking for in the archives of the library. Out of... She didn't know, exhaustion maybe? She told him.
He didn't say much after. He just sat with her in the archives, his own errand forgotten, and said, simply:
"My family knows how to find people who don't want to be found. If you want… I can ask."
Yang had been skeptical. The Arc name was respected, sure, but Raven was a phantom. Still, she nodded once.
She shouldn't have underestimated them.
Aunt Irene (the one with the quiet eyes and the even quieter reputation) and Uncle Brand (financial genius and bruiser) made a few calls, pulled a few old favors, and three days later the Branwen camp was surrounded before the sentries even finished their morning coffee. The rest of the Arc Clan—Nick with that easy smile that never reached his eyes when family was threatened, Isabel with her doctor's calm, even Nana Arturia standing like a queen who had once commanded battlefields with her husband Shirou, he of Unlimited Blade Works —took Raven without a single shot fired.
They brought her to Radian, and Yang and Jaune traveled there. They landed at the airship port, and made it to the Arc Farms.
They held her in the yard behind the farmhouse, not roughly, but firmly enough that the message was clear: she wasn't leaving until Yang said so.
Raven's red eyes burned when Yang finally stepped forward.
"... Mom?" She whispered.
"You wanted to see me," Raven deadpanned. "What do you want?"
Yang hesitated. She felt Jaune at her back. She sucked in a breath.
"... Why? Just... Why did you leave us?"
Raven snorted.
"You and your father were weak," Raven said, voice sharp as her blade. "The only way to get strength is to take it. Join the tribe. Take what you want. We had a great empire once—until Vale crushed us with their logistics and their self-righteousness. Our path is the only way to survive in this dark world. There is no hope of victory... Not against the darkness. Just survival. That's all. If you wouldn't join me... I had to let you go."
The words hung in the air.
Yang stood there for a long moment, golden hair stirring in the breeze. Jaune's hand settled gently on her shoulder—not holding her back, just reminding her she wasn't alone. She sucked in a slow breath.
She clenched her fists, tensed as though for a fight.
Then she looked her mother in the eye and said:
"You know what? Thank you."
Raven blinked. "What?"
"Thank you." Yang's voice was steady. "I know exactly what kind of person you are now. And if you weren't that kind of person, you never would have left. Mom never would have met Dad. I never would have gotten Ruby." Her throat tightened, but she kept going. "And I love her. I love my mom. So… thank you."
Raven's face became unreadable.
Yang lifted her chin.
"Now do what you do best," she said quietly. "And leave."
The Arc family members released her. Raven stood free, staring at her daughter for a long, silent beat. Something complicated flickered behind her eyes—anger, calculation, maybe the faintest trace of something else. Then she drew her sword, carved a swirling red portal into the air, and stepped through without another word.
The portal snapped shut.
The yard was very quiet.
---
Later, after the family had given her space, Yang sat alone beneath the big oak at the edge of the property, knees pulled to her chest. The tears came quietly, the kind that had been waiting years for permission.
Soft footsteps approached. Jaune hesitated a few feet away.
"Hey… are you okay?"
He immediately grimaced and dragged a hand down his face. "That was stupid. Of course you're not—"
Yang shook her head. A small, watery smile pulled at her mouth. She wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand and looked up at him.
"You asked your whole family to drop everything and hunt down my mess of a mother," she said. "You stood there the entire time and didn't try to fight my battle for me. You just… stayed."
Jaune opened his mouth, closed it, and settled for a helpless little shrug.
Yang stood. The distance between them felt smaller than it ever had.
"I appreciate everything you've done for me, Jaune. More than I know how to say." She took a breath. "So… would you want to go on a date with me? A real one. No competitions, no family conspiracies, no crisis. Just us."
Jaune's eyes went wide. Then the brightest, most disbelieving smile spread across his face.
"Yeah," he said, voice soft. "I'd like that. A lot."
Yang's smile steadied. She reached out and bumped her fist lightly against his chest.
"Good. Because I'm done waiting for the universe to hand me good things. I'm taking this one myself."
---
Yang had been digging for months. Years, really.
Old mission reports at Beacon, quiet questions asked in the wrong parts of Vale, snippets from a drunk Qrow. Every lead on Raven Branwen ended the same way: smoke, dead ends, and the same bitter taste in her mouth.
Jaune found out the way he always did—by blundering into it by accident when he asked what she was looking for in the archives of the library. Out of... She didn't know, exhaustion maybe? She told him.
He didn't say much after. He just sat with her in the archives, his own errand forgotten, and said, simply:
"My family knows how to find people who don't want to be found. If you want… I can ask."
Yang had been skeptical. The Arc name was respected, sure, but Raven was a phantom. Still, she nodded once.
She shouldn't have underestimated them.
Aunt Irene (the one with the quiet eyes and the even quieter reputation) and Uncle Brand (financial genius and bruiser) made a few calls, pulled a few old favors, and three days later the Branwen camp was surrounded before the sentries even finished their morning coffee. The rest of the Arc Clan—Nick with that easy smile that never reached his eyes when family was threatened, Isabel with her doctor's calm, even Nana Arturia standing like a queen who had once commanded battlefields with her husband Shirou, he of Unlimited Blade Works —took Raven without a single shot fired.
They brought her to Radian, and Yang and Jaune traveled there. They landed at the airship port, and made it to the Arc Farms.
They held her in the yard behind the farmhouse, not roughly, but firmly enough that the message was clear: she wasn't leaving until Yang said so.
Raven's red eyes burned when Yang finally stepped forward.
"... Mom?" She whispered.
"You wanted to see me," Raven deadpanned. "What do you want?"
Yang hesitated. She felt Jaune at her back. She sucked in a breath.
"... Why? Just... Why did you leave us?"
Raven snorted.
"You and your father were weak," Raven said, voice sharp as her blade. "The only way to get strength is to take it. Join the tribe. Take what you want. We had a great empire once—until Vale crushed us with their logistics and their self-righteousness. Our path is the only way to survive in this dark world. There is no hope of victory... Not against the darkness. Just survival. That's all. If you wouldn't join me... I had to let you go."
The words hung in the air.
Yang stood there for a long moment, golden hair stirring in the breeze. Jaune's hand settled gently on her shoulder—not holding her back, just reminding her she wasn't alone. She sucked in a slow breath.
She clenched her fists, tensed as though for a fight.
Then she looked her mother in the eye and said:
"You know what? Thank you."
Raven blinked. "What?"
"Thank you." Yang's voice was steady. "I know exactly what kind of person you are now. And if you weren't that kind of person, you never would have left. Mom never would have met Dad. I never would have gotten Ruby." Her throat tightened, but she kept going. "And I love her. I love my mom. So… thank you."
Raven's face became unreadable.
Yang lifted her chin.
"Now do what you do best," she said quietly. "And leave."
The Arc family members released her. Raven stood free, staring at her daughter for a long, silent beat. Something complicated flickered behind her eyes—anger, calculation, maybe the faintest trace of something else. Then she drew her sword, carved a swirling red portal into the air, and stepped through without another word.
The portal snapped shut.
The yard was very quiet.
---
Later, after the family had given her space, Yang sat alone beneath the big oak at the edge of the property, knees pulled to her chest. The tears came quietly, the kind that had been waiting years for permission.
Soft footsteps approached. Jaune hesitated a few feet away.
"Hey… are you okay?"
He immediately grimaced and dragged a hand down his face. "That was stupid. Of course you're not—"
Yang shook her head. A small, watery smile pulled at her mouth. She wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand and looked up at him.
"You asked your whole family to drop everything and hunt down my mess of a mother," she said. "You stood there the entire time and didn't try to fight my battle for me. You just… stayed."
Jaune opened his mouth, closed it, and settled for a helpless little shrug.
Yang stood. The distance between them felt smaller than it ever had.
"I appreciate everything you've done for me, Jaune. More than I know how to say." She took a breath. "So… would you want to go on a date with me? A real one. No competitions, no family conspiracies, no crisis. Just us."
Jaune's eyes went wide. Then the brightest, most disbelieving smile spread across his face.
"Yeah," he said, voice soft. "I'd like that. A lot."
Yang's smile steadied. She reached out and bumped her fist lightly against his chest.
"Good. Because I'm done waiting for the universe to hand me good things. I'm taking this one myself."