RWBY: New Beginnings (Male Reader insert story)

Christmas Special: Snowy Days.

It was Christmas Eve in the land of Remnant.

Shops were filled to the brim with last minute shoppers.

Among those shoppers were teams (Y)MKR, RWBY and JNPR.

Snow fell ever so lightly on them as hey navigated their way through the crowds.

(Y/N): so remind me why we're here again?

Ruby: Because we still need to get our presents!

(Y/N): correction, you need to, i already had my presents already picked out a week in advance.

Kuro: i'm surprised. you don't really seem to be the organized type (Y/N).

Jaune: she's got a point you know.

(Y/N): hey! i can be organized when i want to!

Midnight: w-well not all of us had time to get our presents together! ...i was too busy studying for the upcoming exams.

Blake: I was trying to decide what to get.

(Y/N) just sighs as each one of them proceeds to explain why they either did or did not get their presents.

He casually glances up at the grey sky as the snow falls freely down.

A rush of nostalgia washes over him as he smiles at the memories coming back to him.

Midnight: (Y/N), you okay?

Blake: you seem a little distant...

(Y/N): huh? ah i'm fine... just remembering something from a long time ago now... come on, we should get going.

Blake: are you sure you're okay?

(Y/N): yeah... i'm fine, let's just get going.

Silence follows the trio as the slowly work on trying to catch up with the rest of the group when (Y/N) suddenly stops and looks to his right.

Blake and Midnight follow his gaze, only yo see a small art studio.

(Y/N): i'll be right back.

Blake: picking something up?

(Y/N): yeah, just seeing if something is ready.

Without another word (Y/N) walks off and heads inside the small art studio for a few minuets before coming back with a painting no bigger than his head.

A bittersweet smile is on his face as he looks down at the painting.

Carefully both Blake and Midnight look at the painting in his hands.

Standing there is a wolf faunus with black, slightly graying hair, a big smile on his face as he has an arm wrapped around a woman with dark skin, black hair and silver eyes who's smiling brightly.

In between them stands a small child with an over sized grey beanie on his head, (E/C) eyes and strands of (H/C) peak out from under the over sized beanie.

It didn't take a master detective to figure out who the painting was of and likely who it was meant for.

Midnight: who's that? the lady standing next to you?

(Y/N): ...her name was Maria, she was a very brave huntsman.

A tear escapes from (Y/N), causing him to quickly wipe it away.

(Y/N): that was a long time ago now though, i just hope she's still out there... somewhere.

Blake: (Y/N)...

(Y/N): i'm fine.

He forces a smile and looks to the two of them.

(Y/N): come on, it's Christmas Eve, we should be spending it with our friends.