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.

(End flashback)

(Y/n): Then I pulled out this syringe and said, "Oh, that should clear up in a minute."

Still holding the syringe, (y/n) proudly stands tall as Ozpin gives him a dirty look.

Ozpin:... How exactly did you inject her with tha-

(Y/n): Now now, Ozpin. Let's not make a big deal over who gave Salem the better dick. Just be glad I know how to knock her out in the end.

Ozpin: "disgusted sigh"....... So, is she-?

(Y/n): Dead? Come on, Ozpin. I'm great, but I'm not amazing! This right here.

He holds up the syringe.

(Y/n): Is a highly concentrated cocktail of a whole asortment of neurotoxins, puffer fish glands, anesthesia, ruphies, and all sorts of night-night drugs. She may be immortal, but she won't be waking up anytime soon.

Taking a moment to look at the syringe, Ozpin gazes back at Salem. Once his lover and mother of... He soon looks back over to (y/n).

Ozpin: (y/n), you have no idea how grateful I am. You have accomplished something that I would never have imagined to even come close to achieving. Although Remnant may never know of what you have done for its people, you have my sincerest gratitude.

(Y/n): You're damn right. Once again, the day is saved! Thanks to, MY DICK!

Regretting in acknowledging (y/n)'s success, Ozpin rolls his eyes and suddenly spots something by the door. Focusing on it, he spots the bloody corpse of Tyrian.

Ozpin: What in the world happened to him?

(Y/n): Uuuuuuuhhhh.

(Flashback)

The doors to Salem's private chambers opens as the scorpion faunus shuffles in with his eyes covered.

Tyrian: My sincerest apologies, mistress. I heard screaming and feared for-

(Y/n) rushes at him and impales his chest with double holo blades.

(End flashback)

(Y/n): He startled me.

Ozpin:..... At any rate, I will contact Ironwood and have Salem retrieved. Afterwards, we'll have this wretched land completely razed in fire.

(Y/n): You do that. I'm heading back to Vale and see what I can do about this Cinder chick. I think I might know who she is...

(Y/n) soon takes his leave with his semblance as Ozpin pulls out his scroll. He looks at the unconscious form of Salem... Giving her one final goodbye, he makes his way out of the room as he tries to call Ironwood.

(Five years later)

In a farley small village in Vale, near the border of Vacuo, a man in a dark red hoodie makes his way through the somewhat hot summer day to what appears to be his home. Unlocking the front door, he steps inside and closes the door behind him. Making himself comfortable in his own home, he pulls down his hoodie and reveals a set of familiar feline ears.

Noir: Velvet, I'm home!........ Velvet?

Velvet: Just a sec!

Her voice echoes from a room in the back. Noir starts walking through the living room as he looks upon pictures covering the walls. A photo close by shows Velvet, her team, and many other students in the same class as her graduating from Beacon Academy two or three years after the festival. Next to that is a photo of Noir and all the first year students graduating a year later. It also shows (y/n) giving Noir a bear hug that only a father could give.

He hears footsteps and soon turns to see Velvet walking in....... looking very pregnant with his child.

Velvet: Welcome back, Noir! How are things?

Noir: Eeeeeeehhh. I'm starting to think dad was right about the whole "Ozpin doesn't trust us to work as Huntsmen" shtick.

Velvet: Well, it has been uneventful for the past five years.

Noir: Yeah, but still-

He goes silent all of a sudden as a familiar feeling washes over him. Being with him for so long and intimately, Velvet knows exactly what it is.

Noir/Velvet: Hi, dad.

*bamf*

Suddenly appearing next to them in the living room, (y/n) just stares at the two with his Mister Fantastic hair. Giving them a dirty look.

(Y/n): You do realize I know you're doing that thing, and it actually annoys me. Just ruins the surprise.

Before a counter argument can be made, a knock at the door can be heard. Noir walks over and opens the door to reveal Glynda Goodwitch. While also holding a small child that looks a lot like (y/n). Simultaneously giving the older (y/n) the stink eye.

Glynda: A little help with getting the bags out of the car would have been handy.

Noir: Let me help with that.

Glynda gives him a thanks as she sets her child down.

Glynda: I'll be right back. We've been driving for four hours, and I have the bladder of a squirrel. Can you watch (y/n) Jr for a second?

(Y/n): Sure thing.

As she leaves for the bathroom, (y/n) Jr waddles further into the living room and climbs on top of a couch, just passing out on the spot. (Y/n) senior walks over to Velvet.

(Y/n): So how are you doing!

Velvet: Oh, just fine. Ankles are a little swollen but-

(Y/n) completely ignores Velvet and squats down to her bulging stomach.

(Y/n): I am so gonna spoil the shit out of you when you pop out!

Velvet: Hey! No cursing around my unborn child.

He looks up to a disgruntled rabbit faunus as he just sports an unamused expression.

(Y/n): Oh hey, Velvet. When did you get here?

Velvet:........ Glynda! Your husband is being mean to me again!

(Y/n): Snitch.

Standing back up, he walks over to his youngest son and sits next to him. Meanwhile, Noir comes in with a few bags from the car.

Noir: "grunt" I know you guys are visiting for a week, but what is all this stuff?

(Y/n): What can I say? Turd monster junior here requires high maintenance to keep alive. Why can't kids just jump to the age of self awareness and save parents the hassle?

Noir and Velvet give him a questioning look. He notices the silence and sees them staring at him.

(Y/n):....... Alright, fine. I love taking care of kids. But my point still stands!

Noir: Anyway, what's wrong with your house that you have crash at our place?

(Y/n): Eh, something about the house being right on top of plate tectonics and being shook to high hell. The missus and junior were out, but I was stuck in the kitchen while cooking eggs.

Velvet: Oh my god!

(Y/n): I know! Completely ruined the omelet I was making. I swear, even this planet is out to get me.

Noir: Dad, you just got caught in an earthquake! You seriously need to think about taking better care of yourself. Especially when you're getting older.

(Y/n): PFFFFT! Naw dawg! Imma live forever!

(Twenty-five years later)

In a cemetery within the heart of Vacuo, friends and family members of (y/n) (l/n) gather for his eulogy. Dressed in black, they grieve over the death of the well known former Huntsman. More specifically, his son, Noir. Who, completely silent, tries to hold back tears as he stares at the open casket that holds his father.

It wasn't long ago when Glynda had woken up one day and realized he had died in his sleep. Doctors saying his heart simply gave out in the middle of the night.

The (l/n) family, Glynda, (y/n) Jr, Noir, Velvet, and Donn, their son, have given their speeches on the man and how he will be greatly missed. As they finally have their say, a man in a suit soon arrives wheeling in a TV.

Lawyer: Greetings everyone. I am Mr. (L/n)'s lawyer. Now, as per-instruction by Mr. (L/n) before his death, this tape was to be screened during this time.

He presses a button and steps away as the television comes to life. Within a minute, the screen reveals what appears to be a study with a chair in screen. A moment later, a younger (y/n) soon walks into frame and places a foot on an arm chair as he stares at the camera.

(Y/n): So, I finally kicked the bucket and you're all whining about it.

Members of the family let out a collective groan as they hear the snarky voice of (y/n) making fun of them even in death.

(Y/n): Well, it shouldn't be a surprise. Given all the shit I've pulled all across Remnant, I'm surprised I even made to the ripe young age of [65].

A mechanical voice speaks out his age with the number flashing on the screen. The video continues on.

(Y/n): Hell, I didn't think I'd even die with anyone to cry for me.... Ignore this pit if there's literally no one at the funeral right now. Anyway! Ummm. I leave all my worldly possessions to my son, Noir, and whatever other kid I somehow got in the process. That's about it. Sorry to whoever else there are. I kinda made this a little earlier than I should. Again, thought I would die a little sooner. Anyway, on to the feels before I go! Noir.

The forty-seven-year-old cat faunus' ears perk up to his father saying his name.

(Y/n): If by some miracle I haven't accidentally killed you in one of my crazy adventures, I just want to say..... I love you, kiddo. And whether I'm buried six feet or sitting over a fire place, I will always watch over slash under you and everyone with ya. I'm proud of you.

Noir just stares at the screen with a small smile. A few fresh tears running down his face.

(Y/n): Now, if you'll excuse me. I gotta drop Noir off to the airships for Beacon! Goodbye.

The TV goes black as the tape finally ends. Half an hour later, everyone is led outside as the casket is taken to the grave. As (y/n) is being lowered down to the earth, Noir takes his eyes away form the casket and onto the stone plaque at the head of the grave.

Here lies (y/n) (l/n) senior
Loving father
Caring husband
Bona fide badass
45-110 A.G.W.

As the casket finally comes to a rest, the family takes turns tossing a handful of dirt as they say their last goodbyes to (y/n) "motherfucking" (l/n)....

(Forty years later)

On the borders of Vale and Vacuo, within a farley large village, a small boy makes his way to a house. A few family members just outside say hello as he opens the door and walks inside. Within the building resides more family members of the boy as he makes his way to the back of the house. Where an old cat faunus simply rests in a chair.

Boy: Hello?

Not being fully asleep, the grey haired faunus opens his eyes as he sees the child.

Noir: Hm? Oh. Hello there, (y/n)! How're you doing?

The boy, (y/n) IV, gives him a smile in return.

(Y/n): I'm good, Grunkle Noir. I just wanted to ask you something.

Noir: Shoot.

(Y/n): Well, my school has us doing a project on "the most interesting family member". Mom and dad are an ok choice, but do you know anyone else that's interesting?

Noir just stares at the boy for a second, his features making him look like a much younger version of someone he knew. After a second, he gives him a big smile.

Noir: I sure as heck do, kiddo. Take a seat, first. This might take a while.

The child does as he's told and soon sits in a chair close by.

Noir: Now, let me ask you this. Have you ever heard about your great great grandpa, (y/n) (l/n) the first?

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A/n: And..... we are actually done. Stick around for a bonus chapter where I talk about stuff.