To mend what is broken (RWBY x father reader)

22/finale-A name that lives on

3rd p.o.v.

As the Vytal Festival is in full swing, RWBY returns from their match in victory. Up in the bleachers, Noir and team CFVY take a break from cheering to talk about random things.

Coco: Haha! That was an awesome fight!

Yatsuhashi: Indeed. I can't wait for our match later on.

Noir: Whoopty-fucking-doo.

The four turn to the disgruntled faunus. The feline ears that he has kept hidden since day one now comfortably standing at attention. Sure it caught pretty much everyone off guard for the past few days, but got over it when he said it was a little prank to see how long it would take them to figure it out. Velvet knew that was a lie, but it worked on everyone else none the less.

Anyway, Noir just sits in his seat, crossed arm. A glare plastered on his face as he stares at the arena.

Coco: Aw come on, Noir. Just because you can't participate in the Vytal Festival, doesn't mean you can't enjoy it.

Noir: It's absolute hog shit! It's like they pulled all the stops just to keep me out. "The whole number system is too thrown off" my ass.

Velvet: They also said that you still needed to recover from your injury.

Noir: And I would have been fine with just that. That's understandable. But they started off with the number crap like that was more important! Whatever, I'm pissed.

Coco: Didn't your dad try convincing them otherwise?

Noir: Speaking of the devil, I haven't heard from him since that hospital scene. Where the hell is he?

Velvet: He said he's visiting some people.

Noir: That was over a week ago! Who the shit is he visiting?

[Location: Grimm castle]

Standing in the middle of a bedroom, Ozpin gazes in shock at the motionless form just lying on the bed. Close by, (y/n) stands tall with a smug look on his face as he looks on at his handy work. Lying on the bed is the still body of Salem.

Ozpin: By the Gods... You actually did.

(Y/n): Yeah, Ozpin. You've said that like seven times now.

Ozpin: B-but how?! I've been trying for years to find a way to defeat her. How did you manage it this easily?

(Y/n): Weeeelllll...

(Flashback)

As (y/n) slips his pants back on, Salem's sweaty naked form under the blankets lies there as she breathes heavily.

Salem: Whooo! I will admit it, (y/n), you do not disappoint a woman. Very impressive~ I'm so glad I let you live all those years ago.

(Y/n): What can I say, I aim to please. Now, remember our deal, Salem.

Salem: "sigh" Yes, yes. I'll hold off on the attack. Until the next Vytal Festival. I'll inform Cinder right away.

(Y/n): Please and thank you.

Putting on his shoes, (y/n) slips on his shirt as Salem reaches for a scroll on a nightstand.

Salem: Brrugh. I think you might have over done it at the end. I actually can't feel my legs.

Back turned to her, (y/n) pulls out an empty syringe. Safely out of sight from Salem.

(Y/n): Oh, that should clear up in a minute.