The Watchers (Abused Male Reader x RWBY)

Chapter 8

Y/N POV

Nightmare

I look around me to see only darkness, like I was in a never ending void. I tried walking around a bit to see if there was an end to it, but there wasn't. When I turned around, I saw Silva but her heart and her eyes were ripped out. I was on the verge of tears when she started to twitch. She slowly made her way towards me, and when she was within arm's reach, she looked at me and let out a blood curdling screech.

(The last clip around 12:00)

Reality

I throw my head up, and I let out a quick scream. I unfortunately fall off the bed, and I clutch my chest, making sure I was still alive. Silva seemed to notice this, and she was on her knees in front of me.

Silva: Hey, it's okay. It was just a nightmare.

Y/N: But it felt so real... I...

She held her hand against my cheek, and I leaned into her touch. It seemed to calm me down every time she held me.

Y/N: Thank you.

Silva: I'm always happy to help. By the way, Pyrrha talked to me while we were gathering the sap. She called me regarding whether or not it's okay if she was able to be with you as well. I personally don't mind it if her feelings are real.

Y/N: Thanks, Silva.

I checked the time, and it was nearly 3 in the morning. I crawled back up into bed, but this time Silva joined me. She nuzzled into my neck, and we both dozed off.

Timeskip to morning

The sunlight hit my eyes, and I slowly started to wake up. I noticed that Silva was already awake, and making breakfast for us. I smelled bacon and eggs, and it was pure ecstasy. The window was open to let any smoke escape. I slowly stood up, and I hugged her from behind.

Y/N: Morning.

Silva: Morning, sleepyhead.

I groaned a bit, and kissed the back of her head.

Silva: I just brewed some coffee if you want some.

I hummed, and I walked over to pour myself a cup. I went ahead and poured one for her as well.

Y/N: Cream and sugar?

Silva: Two of each, please.

I did so with hers, and I adjusted mine the way I like it.

Y/N: I'm glad it's the weekend. I'm too tired to deal with classes.

Silva: Me too. But fortunately, you still have me to deal with.

Y/N: Oh, the humanity.

She laughed a bit, and playfully pushed my shoulder.

Silva: You know you love me.

Y/N: Guilty as charged, but what do I get for good behavior?

Silva leaned close to me, and presented a plate of breakfast.

Silva: How about a kiss with your breakfast?

Y/N: I would prefer to have you first~.

I kissed her quickly, and I grabbed the plate she held for me.

Silva: One day, hun~. Anything planned for the weekend?

Y/N: Well, I was gonna try to see if I could get some training time with Pyrrha. After that, maybe see if I can make an ammo run.

Silva: Mind if I tag along? Make sure you don't get hurt?

Y/N: The more, the merrier.

I finished my breakfast, and I placed my plate into the sink. I messaged Pyrrha, asking if she needed a sparring partner. Sure enough, she did, and I met her at the training arena. When I got there, I changed into cargo shorts and a pro-tank. Pyrrha and Silva were in sports bras and spandex shorts.

Y/N: Now how is that fair? Both of you, I swear there is a hidden motive for the outfits.

Silva: Oh, please. You know you like what you see~.

I gulped, but I quickly regained my composure. I looked at Pyrrha as I wrapped my hands with athletic tape. We both charged at each other, focusing on unarmed training. So far, I had the advantage until Pyrrha countered a right cross, and threw me over her shoulder. I quickly regained my footing, and I swept her feet from under her. I was about to bring my fist down to her core, but she rolled out of the way. She got back up, and came at me with fists of fury. I managed to counter a few, and I delivered a flying Belgian kick. She blocked the kick, and tried to get me with an axe kick. I caught her leg, and I pinned her to the ground with her leg trapped under mine.

Y/N: I swear I bet mom would kill us if she saw me on top.

Pyrrha instantly became a stuttering mess, and passed out from embarrassment. I laughed so hard that I had to hold my sides. When I stood up, Silva had a pouty face, and I laughed even more.

Y/N: Wow babe, I didn't know you were a chameleon because you changed color real quick.

She blushed even harder.

Silva: I-it's not like that!!

Y/N: And yet, you just stuttered.

She turned even more red in embarrassment, and turned away from me, pouting even more.

Y/N: Awwwww, why do you have to be like that?

I walked up behind her, but she still didn't look at me.

Y/N: You know that I always make it up to you.

She turned her nose up and away from me.

Y/N: Do I need to do a thing? You know you can't resist the thing~.

She swept my legs out from under me with her feet, and caught me by my tank.

Silva: If you dare tickle my sides, I will do more than smash you into the ground.

Y/N: You'll smash me in the bed~?

She blushed yet again, and sighed.

Silva: Must you always do this?

Y/N: I don't know, that depends on how well you dominate in the sparring.

I did a backflip, and I threw her with my legs. She quickly did a handstand, and got her feet under her.

Silva: You know that was a low move, right?

Y/N: If I wanted to go low, you would be the first to experience it~.

I winked at her, and I charged her. By the time she reacted, I hit her with a spear to her diaphragm. She caught me however, and slammed me into the floor pad. I admit I felt the air leave my lungs, but I quickly rolled out the way of her drop kick. When I stood up, I felt my lungs slowly get air back into them. Silva charged at me, and tried to deliver a Belgian flying kick at me, but I caught her leg and her side, making the distance between us very small. I pulled her towards me for a quick kiss, and I choke slammed her into the floor mat. I got on top of her, and I pinned her wrists over her head.

Y/N: Checkmate.