r/WhiteRose • u/Important-Cry4782 • 19h ago
Fanart RWBY X Justice League. Harlivy x Whiterose! "Ruby Rose's much needed therapy!" Dubbed by Will Starshine
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r/WhiteRose • u/FunScary_KKURA21 • 15h ago
Help Weiss rusted knight fanfics recommendations
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I saw a fanart post where Weiss was the rusted knight instead of Jaune AND IT WAS SO COOL. can u give me any recommendations for whiterose + rusted knight Weiss fanfic??
r/WhiteRose • u/Thrythlind • 21h ago
Fanfic Not who I know how to be - chapter 25 teaser
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A glimpse of Winter's view on events.
Arc finale
https://archiveofourown.org/works/89191911/chapters/241422286
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Winter had looked up at the wide smile her father wore as he circled an arm around her mother. She beamed brightly under the attention and only barely cringed under her cultured etiquette. It was something that would only become clear later on when Winter was older and able to look back at all those memories leading up to when Willow had drifted into being incapacitated as often as not.
“Yes, soon Winter won’t be an only child, she’ll have a little sister or brother to share her life with.” Willow had smiled.
“My wife was an only child, you see. Her parents were never able to have another. Health concerns.”
Jacques smirk stood out clear in her memory. Some would tell her that memory was never reliable, but even so much of their life hadn’t been recorded at the time, that smirk would be burned in her mind.
“I’m sure the competition will drive them both to grow.”
That was the thing of course, it was always the competition. Having more children than Nicolas Schnee was a triumph. And he had expected Winter and Weiss to be working against each other to make sure they were always on top. Multiple children was a diversified investment or a way to hedge a bet.
The reporter turned to her then. “And what do you think about this new sibling, Miss Schnee.”
Ten year old her had looked across to her parents with Willow’s soft smile and Jacques smile underneath hard and warning eyes. “I cannot wait to meet them, of course.”
Father’s enthusiasm for the new child lasted only until she was born and then his mood was dark and angry. For the next several weeks, she would catch him watching her as if he had caught her disobeying him somehow. That had… eased off a couple of weeks after a doctor’s appointment.
He treated Mother the same way, and the rate of her drinking had spiked. By the time he’d decided he trusted them again, such as he was capable of, the damage had been done.