Ruby x Fem Reader Oneshots

Fiding Solace

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          Summary: 

After the fall of Beacon, Ruby turns to you for a shoulder to cry on, but maybe a little more than that when she finds it within her to stop holding back how she really feels about people. Commission for Grayjack. Reader is of unspecified gender, but has a penis.

Ruby clings to you, and she hasn't stopped clinging to you for quite some time. You never realized just how much upper body strength she has in that dainty frame until she's holding onto you like you're a stuffed bear whose plush torso can be held as tight to her body as she needs. But to be fair, you're holding onto her almost as tightly, arms around her as you remain there in silence, just holding each other, the warmth and softness of your familiarity all you have in the moment to help keep you from having to acknowledge the reality of everything that just happened, all of the changes so rapidly upon you that you don't even know exactly what they all mean yet.

Beacon had fallen. With it went pretty much everything the two of you had been used to, lives suddenly shaken to the core. Everyone was gone, Pyrrha was dead, and you weren't mentioning that last bit to her again because the last time Ruby heard someone mention Pyrrha's name as you half-carried Ruby to your room, the girl burst into tears again and she didn't stop sobbing for quite some time. Even now, you could hear little aftershocks and sniffles every once in a while, but she's mostly settled down. Not that that's much better; while you don't want to see Ruby Rose cry, there's something ominous about the silence, about the way that you're left without any distraction or conversation, almost wallowing in the tragedy that you're fresh off the heels from and not even remotely ready to get over.

But if you have to be quiet, and least you're not being quite alone. Ruby nestles her head into your shoulder and tucks it beneath your neck, settling comfortably down. It's hard to call anything a silver lining, but you're enjoying the closeness enough that at least something good has come out of this, as you hold onto Ruby tighter than ever before and do your best to focus on her. On her warmth, on her cuteness, on the subtle way her breaths, once they evened out, set a pace that you subconsciously begin to mimic, rather than on how much everyone has been through and just how much nobody deserved any of what happened.

Your arms settle onto her, one on the back of her head, the other on the small of her back, just resting firmly in place, holding tightly onto her and making sure her warmth doesn't leave you. She's been through so much worse tonight than you have, and by comparison you almost feel like it'll all be okay, but Ruby isn't nearly as lucky, and you're going to be as patient and adoring with her as you have to be to see her smile again, no matter what it takes.

Ruby speaks first. That was always how it was going to be; you weren't going to say anything until she did, letting her take the first step to breaking the dark, heavy silence holding to you like a chill. It feels vital to wait until she's comfortable enough to speak until you are absolutely certain that she's good to talk again, that she's stable enough not to burst into tears. But finally, she speaks, her voice meeker and softer than usual as she says, "Thank you for this." It hangs there for a moment, and you're not sure if it's right to respond or if you should keep letting the silence hang, if that means she's ready for a conversation or if it's just a gut remark, so you remain silent, the hand on her head starting to stroke her short hair as she remains nestled into your shoulder. "I really needed some company today.

"Of course," you say simply, nodding as she pulls slowly back from your shoulder and looks at you, her eyes red from all that she's been through, her bottom lip still shivering a little, but there's the faintest little upturn in her lips as she sees your face. It warms your heart, and it makes you smile a little bit, in turn, just a small bit more than she is, hoping it maybe lifts the corners of her mouth a little more in turn.