#ruby rose x reader

Ruby Rose ❤️

You and Ruby were just hanging out around the streets of Vale when you two bumped into an interesting person.

It was a girl the same age as you and Ruby but something about her made both of you want to learn more about her.

She had short messy black hair, and had a long dark hoodie that draped over her similar to a cloak. To you, she resembled your girlfriend Ruby a little too much. Only difference was her eyes weren’t silver and her fashion choice was more alternative and wild compared to Ruby.

You stayed quiet, but Ruby smiled wide and loudly introduced herself and pulled you along.

“Whoa! Hey there stranger, that weapon is so cool! Did you make yourself?” Ruby eyed the girl’s metallic scythe, the blades were double ended too!

The mysterious girl flushed a bit seeing both of you and quickly answered, avoiding your gaze. “Yeah, I think scythes are really good weapons,” she paused, faintly smiling at Ruby. “My mom always liked them so I had one too.” She laughed softly to cut the awkward tension.

“Well I think your mom has great taste then!”

Your conversations with the mysterious girl was pleasant but familiar, never dull a moment after that, it was like talking to a family relative.

And then the sudden reveal happened:

“My names Poppy Rose! And I think we might be related…”

Ruby’s eyes were stunned and turned pale in shock. Your poor girlfriend’s words turn to mush like she just finished eating spoonfuls of peanut butter.

You tried to keep it together but the insinuation that you became a dad in the future mind warps you.

At first you’re happy to see your daughter, she takes after Ruby so much! But you and Ruby were worried.

“Youweren’tsenttothefuturebecauseeverythingin yourtimewenthorriblywrongright?” You two said in unison. Looking at the poor Poppy Rose with concern.

“N-no!” Poppy panted, stumbling out a response. Ruby’s body relaxed, sighing in relief.

Besides that awkward moment, Poppy was fun to hang around with. She was as hyperfixated on weapons and tinkering them just as much as your girlfriend. Ruby feels like she met her long lost sister! Both of them just chatted about weapons and huntress related missions until the sun was coming down.

But the sunset was looming, which made Poppy immediately gasp dramatically, looking at her scroll for the time.

“Ahhh-I gotta get going!” Both you and Ruby looked at her in confusion but Ruby seemed a bit more understandable. “Time travel calls?” Little red chimed in.

Poppy nodded vigorously. “Yeah, I’m on a time limit, if I stay any longer I’m toast.” She explained, sheepishly smiling at you two.

“Don’t sweat it! We’ll see each other soon.” Ruby smiled and waved as Poppy walked back into the forest.

“Not too soon though!” You chimed after.

Poppy giggled, waving back “I’ll tell my brothers you said hi!”

“B-brothers..?” You and Ruby stuttered.

“Yep! And a little sister on the way!” Poppy yelled out.

Ruby only blushed a million shades red. Your poor girlfriend could barely look you in the eye. With Poppy finally gone, disappearing into the forest, you finally had something to tease Ruby with for the next few weeks. “I guess we got busy—“

“Shhhhhhhh!! Don’t say anything!” Ruby hushed you, embarrassed, poor little red turned to rose petals, and dashed away back to her dorm room. You could only smirk and follow her behind.

Weiss Schnee 🤍

Both you and Weiss went on a mission together to fight some Grimm that were terrorizing a village back in the snowy forest.

Although you two cut through all of them, there was still one left that was a pain to take down. A large Sphynx.

Taking your what felt like your last breath as you tried covering for Weiss, bracing for the Sphynx’s attack.

But nothing happened. The last thing you heard was a Grimm getting impaled and the snowy winds breezing through the shell of your ears .

Weiss gasped, her eyes look like she saw a ghost appears from thin air. A large royal blue cape was the first thing she saw.

A tall figure cut and impaled the Sphynx like it was butter, pointing its blade on its weakest points, skull and neck. And the Grimm let out its last scream and disappeared into ashes…

The mysterious figure stood tall as they shook off any remains of Grimm on their blade, and then turned to Weiss and you.

Your eyes widened as you saw the person who saved you both. A tall girl, rivaling Jaune Arc in height if you had to compare it. She had deep blue eyes, white hair tied in long two tail braids, a light blue ruffled dress cut to her knees, white stockings with blue details, shoe heels almost similar to Weiss’ and a large royal blue cape that look like what kings would wear back in the olden days.

Weiss mouth felt stuck, she was in awe and gracious to be saved but she felt something off seeing this girl.

“Thanks for save…” you muttered. The girl hummed, putting her sword back in its sheath.

“Stocking up on dust is necessary if you plan on venturing out further into the snow..” she suggested, a smug but regal tone. Weiss huffed in annoyance at that insinuation.

“I was, thank you very much.” The former heiress replied dryly. “No need to point out hindsights.” You mentally groaned. You love your girlfriend but sometimes she takes offense very personally. Although this girl that saved you two was kind of a show boat.

“We could’ve bought out the whole supply, but these Grimm cornered us, it was gonna happen regardless.” You explained logically. “I’m just glad we’re all safe.” You soften a bit, turning your attention to your white haired girlfriend, rubbing her shoulders to help ease the tension.

“I don’t think we’ve traded names formally.” The mysterious girl turned to you, lowering her tense attitude.

“Oh right! This is my girlfriend, Weiss,” you immediately replied holding Weiss shoulder to shoulder. “Pleased to meet you.” She said. “And I’m (y/n)! What about you?”

The mysterious girl took a moment, a thick air of silence filled space between all three of you. She seemed hesitant to say anything until…

“Fion.” Her cold breath muttered.

“Hey watch out Weiss, she’s got a cold name like you.” You joked with the heiress lightly but Weiss no sold it and only stared at her, eyeing her up and down, studying her like she was not impressed.

“You got good taste in hair color I’ll give you that.” Weiss walked and observed the fellow white haired girl.

“It’s all natural.” Fion hummed, smirking down Weiss. But the ice queen only balked. “There’s no way your whole family inherited it.” Weiss cross her arms, she seemed annoyed but you’ve seen that glint in your girlfriend’s eyes before. She was mildly intrigued. The tone in conversation shifted to slight banter.

“Actually, we’re more alike than you think.” Fion stated. “My full name is Fion Schnee, and I think you’re my mother.”

Weiss was in full denial immediately hearing this reveal. “If this is your way of a joke, it’s not funny.” You tensed up a bit, in the middle of it all. You yourself are a bit skeptical about this Fion girl, although she does mirror Weiss a bit too well.

“You don’t have to believe me, I just wanted to see what my parents are like.” Directing her words to both of you. “P-parents???”

The ice queen’s face was that of a beet red tomato, the idea that you two actually have a future together with kids. Weiss could deny it but your smirk towards her made her flustered and embarrassed.

“You mean we might…” Fion simply laughed at you two, Weiss especially.

“Well, if you’re truly our kid, it’s nice to know we have a daughter.” You smiled, holding onto Weiss’ hand, comforting her as she was trying to make sense of everything today.

“Actually, I have a twin brother. Just a bit of a heads up if you two want to be ready for taking care of twins.”

Ok now was your turn to blush and possibly hyperventilate till your vision went blurry.

After the two of you separated from Fion at a nearby tavern, you never saw her again. It’s like she was a ghost. The white haired girl just disappeared from the crowd.

Weiss sometimes questions if you two even saw anyone in that snowy forest that day at all. Maybe it was a hallucination from being out in the cold for too long…

Blake Belladonna 🖤

You were meditating with Blake in the deep Forever Fall forest. Various bright red leaves falling, the long branches giving good shade for nearby critters, and weather was warm with a cool breeze that flew by once in awhile.

You sat next to Blake, knees close to one another. You two barely spoke but you both liked it this way. It was peaceful, away from loud bustling cities and crowds, airship engines and motors. It was nice.

Blake’s ears perked up, hearing a faint Nevermore shrilling and gun shells blasting from afar. Your head sharply turned to the shadowy forest and then turning to Blake.

“You heard that too right?”

Both of you walked to the scene, seeing a Nevermore get shot down brutally by an unknown huntsman.

They dawn a white cat mask to cover their face, black cargo pants that tightened around their ankles, laced black boots, and a long leather jacket that flowed freely in the wind.

Once the Nevermore disappeared, the masked person turned their attention to both you and Blake.

You immediately ran in front of your girlfriend, prepared to block any attack this person was going to try to hit. Sure, you’d get hurt, but at least Blake would be safe.

But they lowered their weapon, putting back their pistol back in the holster by their hip.

“Apologies for the noise.” Was all they said to you. You and Blake looked at each other, confused but glad that this masked huntsmen wasn’t a threat.

Blake sighed in relief, and approached them first. “No worries, you seem to handle yourself pretty well there.” She complimented, wanting to no show no hostility towards them. “…thanks. Sorry I don’t do well with compliments.” They replied, clearing their throat.

“It’s alright’ we’re all introverts here, no judgments.” You chuckled to lighten up the mood. Blake faintly smiled in agreement, humming.

“I’m (Y/n), and this is my girlfriend Blake.” You started. “Hey. what’s a huntsmen doing all the way at forever fall forest?” Blake greeted, inquired with innocent curiosity.

“I’m Mika, and I—are you a Faunus?” The masked person asked, taken aback seeing Blake’s ears.

Blake was immediately on alert, worried about the worst, but you’d do anything to protect her and her safety. “Yeah, are you?” Blake asked, wondering that might explained the odd but cute cat mask hiding this huntsmen’s identity.

Mika seemed more tense, gently taken off their mask to reveal their face. “Yes, I am, and I think we’re much more alike than you think, Miss Blake.” You took immediate notice of Mika’s golden yellow eyes, slightly tan skin face, and dark hair tied up in a short rough ponytail.

Blake took in their features. They really were similar in terms of looks. The Faunus girl studied their face and noticed a scar on their lip, wondering if it was from battling or something else.

“This may be hard to believe but I’m from the future and I believe you’re my mother.” Mika announced, their voice soft and breathless.

“I mean, I want to believe but—oh my gosh is that a tail???” You coughed out, Blake saw and yelled in shock. “Whoa! You’re a cat Faunus…”

Mika laughed nervously, whipping their tail left to right. “Sadly, I never inherited your ears…” They rubbed the back of their neck.

Mika then unwrapped a slim silk cloth around their wrist, in hand and showed to Blake.

“But you did gift me a ribbon when I enrolled during my first year in the academy, I don’t wear it much, but I do keep it safe with me everywhere I go.” Mika smiled faintly, their golden eyes softening at Blake’s.

Blake smiled too, her eyes meeting yours and then looking back at your child.

“It’s alright if you don’t believe me, we don’t have much time left but I wanted to meet you face to face.”

Blake lightly chuckled. “I believe you. You take alot from my mother.”

“Also there’s no faking that tail wag.” You pointed out as Mika’s tail tip grabbed the ribbon they held.

Mika blushed a bit but laughed out any embarrassment. “I can actually wrap it around my waist!”

“I saw uncle Sun do it before with his tail.” Both you and Blake went wide eyed and froze.

“Y-you know Sun???” You both said in unison, baffled.

Mika was about to say something but was interrupted by a ring tone from their scroll. Mika swiped and turned off the ringer.

“Duty calls, it appears my time here is very short, I wish I could stay longer..” Mika said solemnly. Blake walked closer to Mika, their hands meeting as she held theirs.

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll see each other again.” Blake smiled, and then turning to you.

“I’m glad we got to meet this way, Mika.” Suddenly, Blake hugged what she knew was her future child. No doubts, no second thought, she knew that Mika was both of yours.

Mika smiled wide, and hugged as tightly as they could to Blake and then ushered you to join in on the hug. You immediately ran to them, hugging them both as you closed your eyes.

Minutes later, Mika disappeared into the forest, you wondered if maybe that was their semblance at work or were they just really fast to the naked eye. You weren’t sure.

Blake hugged your arm, looking at you with love as you both walked back home. Years later you and Blake still talk about Mika as this mysterious huntsmen that was only seen in Forever Fall forest.

Yang Xio Long 💛

You and Yang visited Patch and were making your way back home. But your ride on Yang’s motorcycle, Bumblebee, was cut short when Yang remembered she needed to fill up on fuel.

You waited around the bike as Yang went inside the Just Rite station. You heard jets fly above you, wondering if they were on their way to Vale or Atlas.

Yang returned with snacks and drinks for the road ahead. “I think you need that water to hydrate more than me.” The blonde teased, pointing out your forehead was beaded with sweat, your eyebrows almost moist with sweat after wiping it off under the sun.

“Thanks.” You drank the clear water, sighing in delight as you immediately felt refreshed. “I forget that not many people grew up with the hot sun here in Patch.” Yang smiled nervously. “Sorry, babe.” She apologized, as she put away the snacks in her seat compartment.

Another ring out the gas station chimed into your ears as you saw someone walk out of the door.

They peaked your interest, there was something about them that seemed odd..

It was a tall beefy dude that had short ruffled blonde hair, messy style with no care. His outfit was made for this hot summer. Styled yellow shorts with various pockets and chains, a graphic orange tank top tucked in, and a black bomber jacket, sleeves pushed up to his forearms to show off his thick muscles, top off with ankle laced hike boots that were black and yellow.

The blonde was smiling ear to ear as he held various chip bags and snacks in his arms.

You and the mysterious beef cake locked eyes with each other, Yang shoot her eyes too and looked a bit confused at the other blonde.

The man gasped loudly, almost dropping their snacks as he stared at you like he saw a ghost.

“Oh em GEEE!!! I’ve been looking for you guys all over that place!” The blonde shouted, excitement filled his voice, jumping up a bit as he ran up to you two, you and Yang couldn’t be more confused at this moment.

“Uhh, heeey, have we met?” Yang chuckled, a bit nervous but liked the energy this other blonde was giving.

The male blonde seemed embarrassed but was immediately smiling ear to ear. “Oh yeah! Well, erm, this might be hard to drop on ya guys but I’m actually not from this time…or place…and I think you two might be, like, my parents.” He explained.

You and Yang were stunned. This guy does seem a bit off and the hair color is very scarily similar to Yang’s.

“Oh yeah, I’m Hiro by the way! Please to meet ya!” The male blonde introduced himself, realizing he never said his name to you two.

Yang chuckled, she’s more so curious about this guy and is willing to play along. “I’m Yang, and this cutie next to me is (Y/n)!” She grinned, patting you on the back as Hiro looked at you with wide eyes. He had a cute himbo charm to him.

“Nice hair color choice by the way, blondes always have more fun.” Yang took notice, giving a thumbs up to Hiro.

Hiro looked at her confused “huh? I’ve always had this hair color, ever since I was born.” Hiro revealed, the tips of his fingers playing with the strands of his messy bangs.

“I tried basing my look off of my grandpa Tai when he was young!” Hiro smiled, Yang’s eyes widened, not expecting this guy to mention her dad’s name out of the blue! “D-did, did you say Tai?” She asked, lowly.

Hiro nodded vigorously. “Yep! The great Tai-yang! He’s so cool, strong fighting style, I really look up to him..” the male blonde went on.

“Hm, this is weird. I guess you really might be from the future if my dad is seen as a legend. I guess the old man really did something cool for once.” Yang joked, laughing a bit.

“Then that must you really are my…” her realization made her soften her eyes as she looked at Hiro. Before all she saw was a stranger but now it was like looking in a mirror.

Hiro grinned ear to ear, happy to just be accepted. “I’m just glad I got to meet you two! You look so young!”

“I guess our kid got the best of both worlds huh?” Yang elbowed your side playfully, as you sweat and nearly blush at the idea of conceiving…

“I wish I could stay long, but I was told I couldn’t stay here longer than whatever this timer thing tells me.” Hiro frowned, poking at his high tech watch.

“Maybe I can try tomorrow or something! I wanna keep seeing ya two.” Hiro pumped his fists, Yang couldn’t help but smile. “If that’s the case, try to teleport to Beacon next time and we’ll have a fun day out together, just the three of us.” Yang suggested. “Yeah, we can show you a good time.” You agreed.

Hiro’s eyes looked like they were shining like stars.

“Oh em gee that’d be awesome! My mom—erm *you* always talked about all the cool parties you snuck into when you were younger.” It was now Yang’s turn to be embarrassed a bit.

“I can’t wait!” Hiro then gave you and Yang a hug, a really strong one too. “I’m not one for goodbyes, so I’ll see you guys soon!”

You and Yang waved to Hiro as he walked away from the Just Rite station, disappearing into the sunset.

Both of you weren’t entirely sure if he really was your future kid, Yang was as care free and didn’t mind it much.

“I guess he if really is ours, we’ll just have to wait and see what the future holds.” Was all she concluded.

“Uh, Yang…”

“Yeah, (Y/n)?”

“I think Hiro left his snacks behind.”

B= Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

C= Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

You first met Ruby during a mission gone slightly sideways—typical of her, given her eagerness to jump into action before fully thinking through the plan. You remember her tumbling into your life with an embarrassed grin, offering a hand up before firing off a dozen hurried apologies and compliments about your weapon. That fascination was her way of bonding, and before long, you were swapping battle stories and tinkering together in her workshop late into the night. She’d chatter endlessly about Crescent Rose and her newest design ideas, her enthusiasm infectious. Soon, training sessions turned into cookie-fueled hangouts and midnight conversations on Beacon’s balcony, where Ruby’s laughter always seemed to make the world feel a bit lighter.

As her best friend, you’d quickly learn that Ruby wears her heart on her sleeve. She’s fiercely loyal, protective to a fault, and never lets you face danger—or a bad day—alone. When you’re struggling, she shows up, cloaked and determined, with your favorite snacks in one hand and Crescent Rose leaning nearby “just in case.” Her optimism never feels forced; it’s genuine, born from her belief that everyone has a little light worth protecting. With Ruby by your side, you find courage in your own heart too, because somehow, she always makes you believe that being good and hopeful still matters in a world that often forgets.

D= Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Ruby absolutely loves to cuddle, though she’ll never admit it outright. You notice it in the little ways she leans closer when you sit beside her, or how her hand always finds your sleeve when she’s talking excitedly about weapons or missions. She’s naturally affectionate and burns with quiet warmth like the red in her cloak. When you’re together, she’s always the first to pull a blanket around both of you, cheeks pink, laughing as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. Ruby cuddles as though she’s afraid you might drift away if she lets go, all soft giggles and feather-light squeezes that remind you of her boundless energy and her constant need for closeness.

In quieter moments, she settles in with her head tucked under your chin, arms looped loosely around your waist while Crescent Rose leans safely nearby. The scent of cookies and oil from her weapon lingers in her hair, grounding her in that strange balance between warmth and battle-readiness. Ruby likes to talk while you cuddle—sometimes babbling about Grimm tactics, other times whispering little dreams in the dark. When she finally grows sleepy, her grip slackens just slightly, trusting you completely. With Ruby, a cuddle isn’t just affection—it’s her way of recharging, of reminding herself that even heroes are allowed to rest in the arms of someone they love.

E= Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

You never thought Ruby would talk about settling down so soon, but when she does, her silver eyes light up with that same spark she gets when talking about weapons. For her, “settling down” doesn’t mean giving up the fight but finding peace between battles—a cozy little place with someone she trusts, where she can hang her cloak without worrying about the next mission. She dreams of quiet nights tinkering with Crescent Rose on the porch, of mornings spent laughing over coffee with far too much sugar, planning trips instead of strategies. When she looks at you, she makes it sound simple: she doesn’t need luxury, just safety, warmth, and maybe a garden full of wild roses.

At home, Ruby tries hard to be good at domestic life—but enthusiasm doesn’t always equal skill. She’s a messy cook, flour on her cheek and counters crowded with half-finished attempts at cookies or new recipe experiments that somehow end in burnt toast. Cleaning goes about the same way; she means well, dives into chores with energy, and then gets distracted by something shiny or mechanical halfway through. But even if the dishes aren’t done, she’ll still hum while sweeping, turning even the simplest tasks into moments full of life and laughter. Living with her means the air is always warm—not from perfection, but from genuine, messy joy.

You’ve always known Ruby wears her heart on her sleeve, every laugh and every sigh painted across her silver eyes. When she’s with you, her words tumble out like petals in a rush of wind—sometimes awkward, sometimes too honest, but always sincere. She’d spend quiet mornings tinkering with Crescent Rose while you watched her hum a tune to herself, the smell of oil and coffee filling the air. She’d drag you out on late-night cookie hunts and talk about fairy tales and impossible dreams until your eyelids drooped. But when the time came—when her chest grew too tight with guilt for not being able to give you the time or the steadiness you deserved—she’d do what she always does: face things head-on but with trembling hands. Ruby would ask to meet someplace that matters to both of you, her hood pulled close, a nervous smile flickering on her lips. In a soft, uneven voice, she’d tell you how much you mean to her, but that her path is pulling her somewhere she can’t ask you to follow. There would be tears, a hug that lingers too long, and one last promise whispered against your shoulder before she walks away—still looking back even as the wind catches her cape.

F= Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

G= Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionaly?)

When Ruby first starts thinking about a future with you, it’s equal parts excitement and fear spiraling inside her chest. She’s the type to play it off with nervous laughter and a blush dusting her cheeks whenever the topic of commitment comes up, but her mind races with what-ifs and daydreams all the same. Commitment, to Ruby, isn’t something she takes lightly—it’s sacred, a promise that carries the same weight as her duty as a Huntress. You’d catch her glancing at you in quiet moments, her silver eyes soft as moonlight, thinking thoughts she’s not brave enough to say aloud yet. She’d analyze everything about herself—her long absences, her dangerous life, the people depending on her—and wonder if it’s fair to ask someone to share that world. Despite her insecurities, Ruby’s heart always leads her to believe love is worth the risk, and that being your partner means striving to protect not just you, but the bond you’ve built together.

When the idea of marriage appears, Ruby won’t rush headlong into it the way she would a fight or a mission. She’d want time—time to make sure your dreams align with hers, time to feel certain that she can give you everything she wants to. For someone so earnest, Ruby would treat engagement as a vow already; when she calls you her fiancé(e), it's not just a title, it’s a declaration of forever. She’d want the wedding small and heartfelt, surrounded by those she trusts most, with laughter, cookies, and maybe a few tearful speeches. But she wouldn’t need extravagance—just the certainty that you’ll still be there the next morning, smiling back at her under the same red sky. If she feels that, Ruby would be ready to say yes as soon as her heart could believe it.

H= Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Ruby’s gentleness is the kind that sneaks up on you, soft and constant like snowfall on a quiet night. You notice it in the way her hands cradle yours when you’re hurt, the careful touch of her fingers as if she’s terrified of adding even an ounce more pain. Her voice, too, carries that same compassion—steady, bright, but trembling ever so slightly when she’s trying to comfort you after a hard day. She’ll tilt her head, silver eyes full of worry, murmuring little jokes just to make you smile, even if it means hiding her own heartache behind one. Ruby’s emotional gentleness runs deeper than words; she listens like every thought you share matters, and when you falter, she’s already there reaching out before you fall. With her, every hug is warm, every word is sincere, and even silence feels safe—as if the world itself slows down just to let you breathe beside her.

|= I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

With Ruby, hugs are less a greeting and more a language. You barely have time to react before she throws her arms around you, giggling as if she hadn’t seen you in years even if it’s only been a few hours. She hugs impulsively—when she’s happy, when she’s scared, when she thinks you need it more than she does. Her hugs always carry purpose, like she’s trying to transfer warmth straight from her heart to yours. There’s no hesitation in her touch, no calculation, just pure sincerity. Sometimes she smashes into you with enough force to make you stumble, mumbling an apologetic laugh against your shoulder before just holding on quietly for a bit longer than expected. It’s in those moments you feel the weight she carries—how each embrace is her way of grounding herself as much as comforting you.

When days run long and battles wear her down, Ruby’s hugs shift into something softer. She’ll wordlessly slip her arms around your waist from behind, resting her head against your back, letting out a small sigh like she’s finally letting herself exhale. Those hugs say things she can’t quite put into words—gratitude, exhaustion, love, and the quiet fear of losing someone else she cares about. In private, she melts into your touch, laughing when you ruffle her hair or tease her about being clingy, though she never denies it. For Ruby, hugs are a small kind of armor—one she wears around the people she loves most. She gives them freely, without fear or restraint, as if each one might be the proof that even after everything, she still believes in the goodness of holding on.

J= Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

Ruby’s the kind of person who says “I love you” before she even realizes she’s saying it. It happens one night after a mission, when her guard is lowered, her adrenaline gone, and you’re patching a nick on her arm while she chatters about how close that fight was. The words slip out mid-laugh, soft and bright, like she’s just thought them, not realizing she’s said them aloud until your stunned silence makes her freeze. Her cheeks would flare red instantly, eyes darting away as she stammers, trying to explain that she didn’t mean to blurt it—but she did mean it. Once she recovers, she’d grin shyly, admit it again deliberately this time, and then quickly follow with something awkward like, “You don’t have to say it back yet! But… I really do.”

Ruby was never one to admit jealousy, mostly because she’d never even realize it at first. It starts subtle—the way she fumbles with her words, her silver eyes darting between you and whoever’s caught your attention. She laughs a little too loud at jokes that fall flat, interrupts with random comments, or tugs at your sleeve like she’s trying to remind you she’s still there. When you admire someone’s weapon or compliment another Huntress’s aim, Ruby’s grin tightens just slightly as she insists on showing off Crescent Rose’s latest upgrade or recounts a mission she aced with you by her side. It’s not malicious—she’s just desperate to prove she’s good enough, not because she doubts you, but because she doubts herself. Her jealousy runs on insecurity rather than anger, a soft fear of losing your attention rather than your affection.

When jealousy builds too far for her to bottle up, Ruby becomes uncharacteristically quiet. You’ll find her tinkering at her workbench, metal clinking in rhythm with her unspoken thoughts. If you approach her gently, she’ll try to laugh it off, cheeks red, insisting she’s “not jealous—just thinking!” But Ruby wears her emotions too openly for that to fool anyone. Once she finally talks, her words come out fast and nervous: she’ll apologize for being silly and admit she just wants to make sure she’s still someone you look forward to being around. You reassure her, and she melts right back into that bright, giggly warmth that first caught your heart—hugging you like she’s afraid to ever let go again. It ends not with confrontation, but with that familiar Ruby kind of love—awkward, honest, and impossibly pure.

K= Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Ruby’s kisses are as full of life as she is—soft, quick, and often catching you off-guard. She isn’t the type to plan for perfect moments; instead, her affection bursts out whenever her heart feels too full to hold it in. You’ll be mid-conversation or laughing over something small, and suddenly she’s on her tiptoes, pressing a kiss to your cheek or mouth with a tiny, breathless giggle. It’s never dramatic—just the kind of warmth that makes your chest ache in the best way. Her lips taste faintly of sugar from coffee or the last cookie she snagged from the counter, and every kiss feels like she’s saying, without words, that she’s happy you’re here. When she’s in a playful mood, she’ll trail kisses along your jaw or nose and then run off in a blur of red petals before you can react, leaving you to chase her down for a flustered payback kiss.

When things are quieter, Ruby likes to kiss the inside of your wrist or the corner of your mouth, small gestures that feel more like whispers than declarations. She says those are her favorite spots because they feel close to your heartbeat—something steady she can hold onto when the world feels like it’s spinning too fast. As for herself, Ruby melts when you kiss her forehead. It grounds her, reminds her that even Huntresses get to rest, to be loved with gentleness instead of expectation. Sometimes she’ll close her eyes and lean into the touch like she’s storing the feeling for later. You’ll notice that she blushes deeply when you kiss her just behind the ear or along her jawline—tiny, hidden places that make her laugh and scrunch up her nose in surprise, because no matter how much she’s faced in battle, love still manages to fluster her completely.

L= Little ones (How are they around children?)

You notice right away how Ruby lights up around kids—like a spark catching on fresh snow. The moment a child tugs on her cape or asks about Crescent Rose, she’s kneeling down to their level, eyes gleaming with the same excitement they have for fairy tales and heroes. She talks to them the way she wishes adults had spoken to her when she was their age: with warmth, patience, and just enough awe to make them feel brave. She’ll let them wear her hood, make sound effects as she mimics battles, and then remind them how being kind and protecting others is what real Huntsmen do. Ruby gets flustered when the little ones adore her too much, cheeks pink and words tripping over themselves, but it’s easy to see how much she loves it. Around children, she seems softer—like for a moment, the weight of the world lifts, replaced by laughter, cookie crumbs, and small hands tugging her along toward fun.

N= Night (How are nights spent with them?)

M= Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Ruby always start in a soft blur of red and sunlight. You usually wake first, greeted by the gentle sound of metal clicking as she fusses over Crescent Rose on the floor, mumbling about small improvements that could make it fold faster. Her hair’s messy, sticking every which way from sleep, and she’s still half wrapped in her cape because she hasn’t quite decided if she’s getting dressed or going back to bed. When she finally notices you’re awake, her face lights up instantly—silver eyes bright, a quiet grin spreading as she scrambles to bring you a mug of coffee that’s mostly cream and way too many sugars. She talks a mile a minute while sitting beside you, swinging her legs, already planning the day’s training or daydreaming about new weapon designs. Between her excitable rambling and the lingering smell of cookies she probably baked before dawn, your mornings with Ruby always feel like the beginning of an adventure, even on the quietest days.

Nights with Ruby are never truly quiet, but they’re always warm. You’ll find her cross-legged on the bed or floor, Crescent Rose propped up beside her as she fiddles with a spare part or sketches something in her notebook, the soft hum of her voice filling the room. Sometimes she rambles about a new idea for a weapon or a dream she had about flying through the sky, pausing only to pass you a plate of cookies or ask if you think the new design looks “too over-the-top.” When she finally settles down, she curls up next to you, still wearing a faint grin even as sleep pulls at her eyes. The cape becomes a makeshift blanket, the smell of oil and sugar lingering in the air, and just before she drifts off, she mumbles something about how lucky she feels to have someone who’s willing to stay up late with her, talking about silly things and stars that seem just a little closer when she’s with you.

P= Patience (How easily angered are they?)

O= Open= (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

At first, being with Ruby feels like living beside sunlight—warm, bright, and full of energy—but you quickly learn that light can’t show you everything all at once. Ruby talks a lot, but most of it is surface-level: stories about Beacon, Crescent Rose’s upgrades, or animated retellings of how she and Yang used to prank each other as kids. She’s open in the way someone kind and trusting tends to be, generous with smiles and laughter, but careful in ways that take time to notice. When you ask about her dreams, she’ll ramble for hours; but when the topic turns to what keeps her up at night—the cracks beneath her optimism—she tightens up just slightly, like pulling her hood closer in a cold wind. It’s not out of distrust, just habit; Ruby’s used to worrying about everyone else first, and it takes time before she realizes you actually want to help carry some of her weight.

When she finally does open up, it isn’t a dramatic confession or one perfect night—it’s small admissions scattered between moments of silence. It’s her lingering next to you before a mission, mumbling about how scared she is of failing again. It’s her staying up too late, fingers tapping her knees, whispering stories about her mom she never told anyone. Once she begins, it comes slowly, like the soft melting of snow into spring; each day, a new detail, a new truth. Ruby doesn’t dump her soul all at once. She gives it in pieces, careful but sincere, and the more you listen, the more you realize how much of her heart she’s been holding in reserve. By the time she trusts you enough to show the parts she hides behind her hopeful grin, you’ll know that hearing one quiet, honest “I’m trying my best” from her means more than any grand declaration ever could.

Q= Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

You learn quickly that Ruby isn’t someone who gets angry easily—her patience runs surprisingly deep for someone so young and energetic. When things go wrong, her first instinct is to fix, not to lash out. She’ll fidget and pout when frustrated, maybe stomp her boots or cross her arms with a dramatic sigh, but true anger rarely finds her. Even when others lose their tempers, Ruby tends to defuse the tension with awkward humor, gentle words, or a nervous laugh. It takes a lot—betrayal, cruelty, or someone getting hurt—for her temper to truly flare. When it does, it’s sudden and sharp, a wildfire driven by love and fear rather than spite. You can see it in her eyes then, the silver gleam cutting through her composure as she fights to stay kind in a world that isn’t.

R= Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

S= Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

It wasn’t one of the big, dramatic Huntsman-worthy adventures that stood out to Ruby—it was a quiet night on the Beacon rooftop, the stars scattered thick across the sky like silver dust. You’d sat beside her while she polished Crescent Rose, the comfortable silence broken only by the faint hum of the city below. She kept sneaking glances at you between turns of her wrench, cheeks pink from more than the wind. When you handed her a cookie wrapped in a napkin and told her she works too hard, Ruby laughed softly—the kind that made her eyes squint and her voice crack just a bit. That simple moment, with no monsters to fight or missions to complete, was her favorite because, for once, she didn’t feel like a leader or a hero. She just felt happy, sitting beside someone who saw Ruby Rose, not the Huntress.

T= Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

With Ruby, protection doesn’t come from a place of control—it comes from care that burns as bright as the petals she leaves behind in battle. The moment she senses danger, she’s between you and it before your mind can even register what’s happening, Crescent Rose already unfolding in a flash of steel and scarlet. Her silver eyes sharpen, her usual warmth replaced by a quiet, focused fire as she calculates ten different ways to keep you safe while still giving you space to fight beside her. She never underestimates you, but she can’t help shielding you from harm anyway, pretending she’s “just being efficient” while her hand trembles after every close call. When someone threatens or insults you, even in jest, her reaction is swift—sometimes a glare, sometimes a sharp remark, and if things escalate, she’s unflinchingly fierce. Yet afterward, she’ll laugh awkwardly, cheeks pink, muttering that she just “got a little carried away.” Deep down, Ruby protects because she’s seen too much loss already, and the thought of losing you feels like a wound that would never quite heal.

For her, being protected is something she rarely lets herself want, but secretly cherishes. She’s used to being the one who stands between her friends and the danger, so when you step up for her—whether by catching her before she falls, lingering near her flank in a fight, or even just checking in after a mission—it throws her off balance in the sweetest way. You’ll see the hesitation in her silver eyes, the way she tries to brush it off with a joke or a shy smile, but that small moment of vulnerability tells you everything. To Ruby, love and protection are intertwined through trust; she doesn’t want to be wrapped in armor, just believed in. When you remind her she doesn’t always have to be the hero—that she can lean, not just lead—she loosens her grip on the world a little and lets herself simply be Ruby, the girl in the red cape who’s finally safe enough to rest.

Dating Ruby means you’re constantly caught between quiet warmth and bursts of energy. She’s not the most polished or experienced when it comes to romance, but she makes up for it with enthusiasm that borders on endearing chaos. You’d come home to half-burned cookies shaped like roses and handmade cards with messy doodles of you two fighting Grimm side by side. Anniversaries are celebrated with things that matter, like visiting somewhere tied to your memories or her trying to recreate your first date—sometimes successfully, sometimes with hilarious mishaps. Everyday tasks turn into shared adventures: grocery shopping feels like a stealth mission, and fixing a shelf becomes a test of her engineering creativity and questionable use of Crescent Rose. She doesn’t chase perfection; her love shows in how hard she tries, how often she laughs when things go wrong, and how she always finds a way to make even the smallest day feel like something worth remembering.

U= Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Loving Ruby means learning how endearing chaos can be when it comes with a hopeful smile. She forgets things constantly—missions, dates, even where she set Crescent Rose down—and will laugh it off before realizing you’re the one retracing her steps through a field or a dorm room explosion of spare parts. When she’s stressed, she bottles everything up behind that bright grin until it spills out all at once in a ramble of apologies and half-finished sentences. Her workspace is a cluttered mix of oil stains, crumbs, and metal scraps; you once watched her eat cookies while tightening a rifle bolt like it was perfectly normal. She tends to hyperfocus too, skipping meals or sleep just to get something right, insisting she’s fine with dark circles under her eyes the size of targets. And though her optimism is infectious, sometimes she hides behind it too stubbornly—making you wish she’d let herself cry instead of smiling through the cracks.

W= Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

V= Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

You quickly learn that Ruby isn’t one to linger in front of a mirror for long. She’s the type to brush her hair in five rushed strokes before tugging her hood up and calling it good enough. She worries less about looking perfect and more about whether her weapon is polished or her boots are sturdy enough for the next mission. Still, there are brief, shy glances—moments when she adjusts her cloak just right or touches the red tips of her hair with a small smile, wondering if you notice. Compliments always make her flustered; she’ll stammer a thank-you and distract herself with something completely random. While she doesn’t see herself as beautiful in the typical way, she enjoys when you think so—especially when you tell her she’s cutest when her cheeks are smudged with dust from a battle she’s already laughing about.

X= Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Ruby would never admit it at first, but you’d see it in the way her smile falters for just a heartbeat longer when she turns to share a joke and you’re not there. She tries to distract herself with her usual habits—tinkering with Crescent Rose, gulping down coffee, burying herself in missions—but the quiet moments always give her away. She’d sit under the moonlight polishing her weapon, whispering half of a thought out loud before realizing it’s meaningless without you to finish it. Ruby’s world has always been about keeping others safe, about being strong and steady, but with you gone, she’d finally understand what it means to lean on someone. She would still fight and lead, still smile for everyone else, yet a small part of her would always feel like an unfinished sentence—hopeful, but waiting for you to be the punctuation that made it whole again.

You never really understood how Ruby could find joy in the smallest, strangest things until you lived alongside her long enough to see it in motion. She makes a game out of everything—whether it’s balancing cookies on Crescent Rose, racing you through the halls with her petals trailing behind, or naming every stray bird that lands outside the window. Her laughter is contagious, the kind that makes even grim days feel lighter, and she somehow convinces you to join in every nonsense idea she cooks up. When she’s focused, she hums under her breath without realizing it—half tunes of old fairy tales and half sound effects of imaginary battles she’s fighting in her head. Sometimes you catch her sketching new weapon designs that accidentally turn into doodles of the two of you saving the world together. It’s in those quiet, silly moments you see how Ruby isn’t just a hero—she’s the kind of person who reminds others what it means to live in color.

Z= Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Y= Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

You learned quickly that Ruby’s dislikes weren’t loud or dramatic—they were quiet wrinkles in her smile, small pauses where words used to be. She can’t stand cruelty masked as humor, that kind of mockery that makes others shrink; it hits too close to what she fights against. She gets uneasy around people who brag about power or chase glory for its own sake, because in her eyes, heroism isn’t about the spotlight—it’s about doing good when no one’s watching. You’ve seen her flinch when someone dismisses dreams as childish or scoffs at fairy tales, because those stories are the heart of who she is. And though she loves companionship, Ruby struggles with people who shut others out or hide behind cynicism; it pains her more than anger ever could. Messes don’t bother her, broken weapons can be fixed, but apathy—the refusal to care—is something Ruby could never stand for.

── 𝐑𝐔𝐁𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄.

she's all for it, she loves a good surprise and she loves YOU

even just seeing the big present is exciting in its own right, but she's a lil sad you're not there to watch her open it

little does she know, you will be, because you're IN the present

yang is definitely filming it because she wrapped you in the box in the first place

i hope you have earplugs for how loud and high-pitched ruby's scream will be when you are revealed

i also pray for your ribcage, because i fear she might squeeze you too hard

it's meant to be you who does the squeezing, but she's too fast for you to get there-

the outcome is more or less the same, you ended up cuddling on the bed for the rest of the day

── 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐄𝐄.

acts like she hates it, but probably finds some degree of amusement in this prank

isn't very upset about you not being in the room, but kinda wishes you were because she fears what's in the box

opens it at an arm's length, and screams when you jump out

begrudgingly accepts the cuddles, but only because other people are around

she relents when you're alone for the day

pouty when you let go because you have to go to the bathroom or something

she's not mad about the gift but is now sus of every gift that could possibly fit you in it

── 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀.

also acts like she hates it, but this time she probably does hate it-

not a big fan of surprises and feels a lot of dread for how big this present is

you probably smell like fish, because you need some sort of incentive to get her to open it

there is also actual fish in there, but you're freezing because of the ice to keep the fish fresh

she's delighted by the fish and kinda just copes with you clinging to her while she moves the fish to a more appropriate spot

the only thing that's making her extra clingy is that YOU still smell like fish-

she will still thank you for the gift (the fish) but tells you just to give her the gift instead of jumping out at her from a big box

you did your best.

── 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆.

honestly, idk if you even managed to get into a box

you might just have made ruby wrap you in wrapping paper and leave you to stand in the corner

but assuming you do get a box, you might fear for your life a little bit

yang might just... punch the box to open it ._.

she didn't (thankfully) so you popped out the box as soon as the lid shifted

she is also here for the surprise and is very welcoming of the cuddles

she might do it back, you never know (you do know-)

a very satisfied yang today :))

Ruby can see the look of sadness on your face and she wanted to wipe it away. She didn't mean to make you feel bad or tease you, in fact she found it a little bit cute, especially knowing she's going to be the first one to give it to you.

"It's okay, sweetie."

Every single time she called you sweetie or some other pet name, your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest. She swore you two were just friends and that she'd do anything for her friend, but did that mean helping you gain some experience?

It surely does, which is how you end up with your face covering your hand while she presses a vibrator to your clit.

"Relax for me," she positions her strap at your entrance. The low buzz from the vibrator was already overwhelming you, you didn't know how you'd be able to take her at the same time. However the tone of her voice commands that you listen to her and you find yourself relaxing like she asked you to. "Good girl...good fucking girl."

The sight of your pussy dripping and the little pink vibrator pressed to your clit was going to kill her. If she had known it would be so easy to get you on your back for her she would've done this along time ago. Your skirt was pushed up and your panties (which she intended to keep) were tossed somewhere in her room. She watches how you hold your breath as she slides in. You're gripping her strap hard and she's not sure if she'll be able to move in and out of you without hurting you.

"C'mon bunny I told you to relax."

You tried your best, but it felt impossible to do so. Your so-called "friend" was stretching you while calling you sweet names. You were wet beyond belief, but not having taken someone this size before had you needing a moment to adjust.

"Wait Ruby...just wait..."

And wait she did. She waited for what seemed to be a lifetime before you gave them go ahead to move. You just had to get use to her size and once you did pleasure began to bite at you.

Ruby wrapped her hand around yours and made you press the button on the vibrator to turn it up to the next setting. She knew that fucking you while giving some attention to your pretty clit was going to give you an intense orgasm, but a pretty girl like you deserved that after servicing so much and not receiving anything in return. Then the moans began to fly out of your mouth and your tits rocked with her thrust. Every time you moaned her name she just fucked you harder and faster. Ruby was as gentle as she could be, but oh how did fantasize about roughing you up a bit. You were so innocent to her at times and she wanted to ruin that so you could be hers forever.

"Pretty fucking pussy swallowing me whole. I want you to cum for me baby, all over me."

The sound of your skin slapping up against her made your head spin. You've only been fucked in missionary and this time is no different, but with Ruby everything felt much more intense and connected. She looked down at you like she wanted to devour you, like no has ever desired you before. She wanted to suck on your titties while her fingers were buried inside of you. She also wanted to eat your pussy until you were shaking with tears in your. Going straight to fucking you was a big leap, but she figured you two could explore later, right now she wanted to flood you with pleasure until your brain shut off.

"Ruby! I feel...I feel-"

You couldn't even describe it. You almost said you were going to cum, but it felt like you had cum a hundred times already since she started fucking you, that's how good it felt to you. But you were so wrong because when your real orgasm hit you it was like something came over your body. You legs tensed up and your back arched off the bed. You lost control as you cried out, almost dropping the vibrator until Ruby grabbed it and held it your clit herself. You felt a certain coolness wash over as your entire body vibrated. It was enough, more than enough, but Ruby wanted to take you higher. She pressed one more button and the vibrator was at it's strongest setting. Every moan you had to give was snatched away from you as you stilled and let him overwhelm you.

"That's it baby, that's it! Such a good fucking girl for me!"

Ruby was stunned by your body's reaction. She swears she felt little droplets of your juices splash against her bare pelvis. The vibrator sputtered in your juices and it sounded so nasty.

You lasted like that for another 30 seconds before your body couldn't take anymore. Ruby had pushed you tonight, but she wasn't mean. She turned the vibrator off and watched as you rolled over and dug your face into her sheets. Her heard you silently sobbing as she observed the sight in front of her. On the bed, underneath where you once were, was a wet spot that would embarrass you to no end if you saw it, but it was the hottest thing Ruby has ever since.

"Come here you."