We all know Felix. The ruthless mercenary who is willing to kill anyone just for a payment. Sometimes it seems as if he has no heart, no feelings, as if he's nothing but a gun for a hire...but that's not entirely true. You should know...you've known him for longer than anyone else. No one knows him like you do...no one...

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Red vs Blue and RWBY are both products of the company Rooster Teeth Cover Art is by SaintAsh on DeviantArt You belong to yourself Literally nothing belongs to me

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Blub

[RvB Resurrected: Book 2] Chorus. A completely insignificant planet set on the very edge of colonized space. A planet whose people have been battling in a civil war that's been going on for years. A war that shows no signs of stopping. Enter the Reds and Blues; the galaxy's most famous idiots. They'd battled aliens, highly trained soldiers, traveled through time (supposedly), and somehow managed to come out alive. They'd even managed to take down the infamous Project Freelancer and its agents. Or did they? After being shipwrecked and separated on Chorus, members of Project Freelancer begin showing up. Members who had long since been dead. . . . What will it mean when they're all thrown into the middle of fight that's not even theirs? A fight that's being puppeteered by two mercenaries and a mysterious entity called Control. (Based on Rooster Teeth's "Red vs Blue," Season 12.) [Completed]

A bunch of random fanfic stories about RvB characters. Some are RvBxReader, some texts between characters, and different things like that. UPDATE: I have this marked as completed, merely because I doubt I will ever write for the RvB fandom again. I also think these were very cringe, but so many of you enjoyed them that I've decided to leave them up and just discontinue this one-shot series.

Chub

ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˡᵏˢ ⁱⁿ ᵇᵉᵃᵘᵗʸ, ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ᴼᶠ ᶜˡᵒᵘᵈˡᵉˢˢ ᶜˡⁱᵐᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵗᵃʳʳʸ ˢᵏⁱᵉˢ; ᴬⁿᵈ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᵇᵉˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇʳⁱᵍʰᵗ ᴹᵉᵉᵗ ⁱⁿ ʰᵉʳ ᵃˢᵖᵉᶜᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉʳ ᵉʸᵉˢ; ᵀʰᵘˢ ᵐᵉˡˡᵒʷᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉʳ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵂʰⁱᶜʰ ʰᵉᵃᵛᵉⁿ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵃᵘᵈʸ ᵈᵃʸ ᵈᵉⁿⁱᵉˢ. ᴼⁿᵉ ˢʰᵃᵈᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ, ᵒⁿᵉ ʳᵃʸ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵉˢˢ, ᴴᵃᵈ ʰᵃˡᶠ ⁱᵐᵖᵃⁱʳᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˡᵉˢˢ ᵍʳᵃᶜᵉ ᵂʰⁱᶜʰ ʷᵃᵛᵉˢ ⁱⁿ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ʳᵃᵛᵉⁿ ᵗʳᵉˢˢ, ᴼʳ ˢᵒᶠᵗˡʸ ˡⁱᵍʰᵗᵉⁿˢ ᵒ'ᵉʳ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ; ᵂʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗˢ ˢᵉʳᵉⁿᵉˡʸ ˢʷᵉᵉᵗ ᵉˣᵖʳᵉˢˢ, ᴴᵒʷ ᵖᵘʳᵉ, ʰᵒʷ ᵈᵉᵃʳ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵈʷᵉˡˡⁱⁿᵍ⁻ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ. ᴬⁿᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜʰᵉᵉᵏ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒ'ᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵇʳᵒʷ, ˢᵒ ˢᵒᶠᵗ, ˢᵒ ᶜᵃˡᵐ, ʸᵉᵗ ᵉˡᵒqᵘᵉⁿᵗ, ᵀʰᵉ ˢᵐⁱˡᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷⁱⁿ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱⁿᵗˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵍˡᵒʷ, ᴮᵘᵗ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵃʸˢ ⁱⁿ ᵍᵒᵒᵈⁿᵉˢˢ ˢᵖᵉⁿᵗ, ᴬ ᵐⁱⁿᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵖᵉᵃᶜᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃˡˡ ᵇᵉˡᵒʷ, ᴬ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ʷʰᵒˢᵉ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ⁱˢ ⁱⁿⁿᵒᶜᵉⁿᵗ!