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[RWBY] RWBY Shorts

Innocence (Revised and Completed) New
A good friend of mine has commented I often write a lot of "sketches" that would work well as stories in their own right, but don't develop them. So I'm gonna work more on doing that and taking things a step at a time. Here is a one shot sketch I put together and had a few more snippets for, but now I've put it all together into a very still one shot. Here is the revised and finished version of "Innocence":

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Pyrrha and Jaune had returned to the dormroom after enough training session on the roof. Jaune groaned a bit as Pyrrha helped support him through the door into the dorm.

"Thanks Pyrrha," Jaune managed, "Ugh... I feel like I got hit by a truck."

Pyrrha blushed then smiled.

"Um, sorry..."

"No! No, that's good," Jaune said with a nod, "No pain... Ugh... No gain, r-right?"

"Well, I wouldn't say that's entirely untrue," Pyrrha said gently, "Though you have been getting a lot better."

"Yay," Jaune sighed. Pyrrha smiled encouragingly at him.

"No, really! You have improved a LOT!" She said happily. "You shouldn't be so hard on yourself."

"Trying, but it's how I've been since I can remember," Jaune sighed. They stopped in front of Jaune's bed. Pyrrha frowned deeply, studying the bed carefully. Jaune looked at her, and then back at the bed.

"Uh... You okay Pyr?" He asked. Pyrrha flushed and nodded quickly.

"O-Oh! Yes! J-Just fine! Um... Hmm..."

Jaune cast about in his mind for things that might bother Pyrrha.

His bed was spic and span, he made it properly every morning... That couldn't be it... So...

He decided to take a shot in the dark.

"Is it about the Dance?" Jaune asked. Pyrrha turned bright red.

"Um, er, uh... S-Sort of?" She managed. Jaune blinked.

Damn. She looked cute when she was nervous. It was nice to see, to be honest. Sure, she was gorgeous, but this felt more... Real, somehow.

"Well, don't worry about it," Jaune said with a grin, "You'll gonna have to beat the boys off with Milo! So many of them are going to want to ask you out!"

Pyrrha fidgeted and looked aside.

"Oh... Um... Y-Yeah, you bet," she murmured quietly.

Jaune frowned.

"What, you think otherwise?"

"It's just... Um... Well, the big reason is that uh... I-I mean... I think I intimidate a lot of people," she admitted.

Jaune stared.

"Really? I..." He thought about it. "Oh... Um, I guess that makes sense. You being a celebrity and all."

"Y-yeah," Pyrrha said quietly, "You... You're one of the few people I've met who can actually... Y-You know... Talk to me like I'm a person."

Jaune smiled widely.

"Well, you are. To me. A great person!"

Pyrrha's cheeks burned an even brighter red. She seemed a bit unsteady. Concerned, Jaune forgot about his fatigue and reached out to her.

"Pyr? You okay-?"

"EEP!"

Pyrrha tried to move her foot forward, while Jaune moved his back. She grabbed hold of his hand and he was pulled forward as he remembered how tired he was. The end result of this lack of coordination was predictable if you've ever watched romcom anime.

"ACK!"

"EEEP!"

Jaune landed on his bed, on his back. The pain of his aching muscles was again forgotten as Pyrrha laid on top of him. Her wide green eyes stared into his wide blue ones as she perched atop him.

Her face soon turned as red as her hair, and her lip wobbled. Jaune took a deep breath to calm himself.

After all, this was his friend Pyrrha. They'd just fallen together. Nevermind his rapidly beating heart or his red cheeks, he was not going to freak out. Not when Pyrrha looked close to tears.

"Pyrrha, are you okay?" He asked.

Pyrrha sobbed, and fell off the bed onto the floor. Bewildered and terrified, Jaune knelt down with her.

"Pyrrha? Pyrrha, what is it?! Are you all right?!"

"Oh noooo... I'm... I'm..." She sobbed. "I'M A SLUT!"

Jaune blinked. Of all the things he had ever expected Pyrrha Nikos to say, that was... That wasn't in the top one hundred things he'd anticipate. Hell, it wasn't in the top thousand. It may as well not even be on the list!

"H-Huh?" Jaune managed, his jaw dropped. Pyrrha sniffled, and wiped her eyes. She looked up at him pleadingly.

"This... This isn't how I wanted it to go... B-But... You're a good man, Jaune. I-I know you are! You... You'd forgive the mother of your child for being... Being loose, r-right?!"

"My what?!" Jaune exclaimed, falling back in his crouch and slamming back into the bunk. Pyrrha continued to weep.

"I swear Jaune, I'll be the best wife you ever could ask for! I-I'll do anything you want! The-The most lewd, depraved things imaginable! I'll-I'll have twenty of your children if you wanted! I'll financially support us-!"

"WOAH WOAH WOAH!" Jaune cried, gettiing his rapidly stampeding thoughts all together into something approaching calm, before he grabbed her hands between his. He looked her in the eyes.

"Pyrrha?! What are you talking about?!" He demanded.

Pyrrha sniffled.

"I... I laid on a bed with a boy! That means... I'm pregnant now!"

Jaune blinked. He blinked again. He blinked a third time.

"I... Wha... You think... That's how it works?" He asked in utter disbelief.

Pyrrha sobbed again, and nodded.

"Isn't it?"

Jaune stared at her for a long time... Before he snickered.

"Hahaha! Oh, that's a great one, Pyr! I'm so glad you've loosened up enough to joke! Haaa... Wow, that is unconventional but... Y-yeah! You as a sheltered girl, not knowing... HAHAHAHA! Oh wow, you got me! That's hilarious!"

Pyrrha continued to sniffle, looking uncomprehendingly at Jaune. Jaune slowly stopped laughing.

"... You... You are joking... Right?"

Pyrrha huffed, and looked aside.

"I-I can't believe you're treating our child as a joking matter, Jaune!" Pyrrha sniffled again. "How could you?! What-What kind of a man are you? To-To just have a girl in your bed and then treat her like a joke!"

The door was opened. Ruby and Weiss entered, with Blake looking in curiously. Ruby looked concerned while Weiss frowned deeply.

"Is everything all right?" Ruby asked.

"What did you do, Arc?! You made Pyrrha cry!" Weiss growled.

Jaune opened his mouth but for once, Pyrrha interrupted him.

"I'm pregnant and he thinks it's a joke!"

"YOU'RE WHAT?!" Ruby and Weiss shrieked. Blake's jaw dropped as her hair bow perked right up.

"He got me pregnant," Pyrrha declared, "When we sat together on the bed! I only did it with him, I swear!"

Jaune relaxed a little. After all, surely, no one could believe that-

"You-You scoundrel!" Weiss snarled. "You had better take responsibility!"

Wait what?! Jaune thought in disbelief.

"Wow! Can I be an aunty?" Ruby grinned. "Congratulations!"

Jaune stared at them for any hints that this was a joke. A terrible, terrible joke being played at his expense.

Blake's eyes widened… And then narrowed as she smirked devilishly. The punchline was not forthcoming.

Jaune slapped a hand over his face and sighed.

It's gonna be a long night...

Blake spoke up with a hint of mischief, "That's not the only method to make babies."

Everyone's eyes snapped to the smirking black cat Faunus. She continued:

"Remember that time during Initiation when he caught you, Weiss?"

Weiss's response was a stutter of shock that grew into a screech.

"W-W-W-WHAT?!"

Blake's smugness was palpable.

"Congratulations."

Ruby, suddenly alarmed, went paler than usual.

"W-WAIT! WE'VE SAT ON THE SAME BED BEFORE PLAYING VIDEO GAMES?!" She covered her bright red cheeks. "OH NOOO...!"

"Oh yes. You've been very busy, haven't you Jaune?" Blake teased.

Jaune shook his head and held up his hands in a vain effort to restore order and sanity.

"No, wait, that's not what-!"

"YOU-YOU LITTLE HUSSY!" Pyrrha snarled, glaring death at Ruby.

"I-I'M NOT A HUSSY!" Ruby defended herself. She looked to Jaune and fell to her knees, begging him.

"Oh, Jaune, please! We're besties, r-right? You'd never abandon me in my time of need?"

Jaune attempted to calm the situation, "Of course not but-!"

Weiss grabbed Ruby and pulled her away. She then stepped in between Pyrrha and Jaune and spread her arms wide.

"BACK OFF! CLEARLY I'M THE ONE HE'S GOING TO MARRY AND TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR! N-NOT YOU HARLOTS!"

Jaune, bewildered, could only manage, "Wait what?!"

"YOU DON'T EVEN LIKE HIM!" Pyrrha snarled.

"WELL HE'S GONNA TAKE RESPONSIBILITY AND I'M NOT SHARING!" Weiss retorted. Ruby pouted angrily as she shook her fists.

"THAT'S NOT FAIR, WEISS! HE'S MY BEST FRIEND!"

"Well he liked me first!"

Pyrrha, now bright red, confessed, "W-WELL I'VE BEEN IN LOVE WITH HIM SINCE THE DAY WE MET! I-I'VE HAD TO HOLD MYSELF BACK BECAUSE I WAS SAVING MYSELF FOR MARRIAGE!"

Weiss scoffed.

"HA! You're the one who unlocked his Aura! You're clearly just a slut!"

"ME?! Y-You-You-You treat men like dirt and then treat them nice!" Pyrrha trembled and clenched her fists. "You-You- TWO-FACED WHORE!"

"BITCH!" Weiss snapped back.

"WEISS YOU TRAITOR!" Ruby shouted, back on her feet and glaring at Weiss, "WE'RE PARTNERS!"

"NOT WHEN IT COMES TO THIS!" Weiss cried.

Jaune, trying to regain control, pleaded desperately:

"Nonono hold on! HOLD ON! Let's all calm down..." He sat on the bed with a sigh and noticed someone was holding his hand. He looked to his side, "... Blake?"

"BLAKE?!" Weiss, Pyrrha, and Ruby all exclaimed in unison.

Blake, feigning embarrassment with her hands over her cheeks, said, "Oh noooo. I'm pregnant toooo! You really are quite the playboy aren't you Jaune?"

"YOU-YOU HORNY NO GOOD ALLEY CAT!" Weiss seethed.

"HOW COULD YOU JAUNE?! ANOTHER?!" Pyrrha sobbed, "Ohh I had to fall for the most amazing man ever didn't I?! No one woman is enough for him!"

"HE'S INSATIABLE!" Ruby added as she too sobbed.

"BLAKE!" Jaune bellowed in anger and confusion.

Blake, barely holding back her laughter, teased:

"Please be gentle~?"

Jaune, having had enough, stood up and pointed angrily at the smug catgirl.

"DAMNIT BLAKE THAT'S NOT FUNNY!"

"NOTHING ABOUT THIS IS FUNNY," Weiss shouted, near tears, "YOU TWO-TIMING BASTARD!"

"What's not funny?"

Everyone looked over at the door to the dorm. Yang was standing there, drawn by the commotion. She looked concerned. Jaune opened his mouth and held up a hand to try and get some semblance of control back.

"No wait-!"

"YAAANG! I GOT PREGNANT THANKS TO JAUNE!" Ruby wailed.

"HE GOT ME TOO!" Weiss cried.

"HE GOT ME FIRST!" Pyrrha claimed, a tad smugly.

Weiss scoffed.

"HA! Please... He lusted after me and wanted me more than you two! I-I'm clearly the one he wants the most! You were just side pieces!"

"THAT'S NOT FAIR, WEISS! WE'RE BESTIES!" Ruby sobbed, but Weiss was unrepentant.

"EXCUSE YOU?!" Pyrrha snarled. "You're going to challenge ME?!"

"Yes I am!" Weiss declared, "And Blake is-is just a wanton slut!"

"What? I'm perfectly happily marrying Jaune!" Blake added, in between her snickers.

Yang's hair blazed gold and her eyes burned red.

"... I'm sorry, Jaune, but I'm gonna have to kill you now."

Jaune sighed and held his hands up.

"I DIDN'T-!" He took a deep breath, then continued, "I didn't... Okay. Let me explain before you kill me, please?"

Yang punched her fists together ominously.

"You have ten seconds."

"They think sitting on a boy's bed with them makes babies. That's all I have done, nothing else, I swear," Jaune explained, well within the time limit.

Yang blinked. She blinked again.

"Hwhah?"

Pyrrha, Ruby, and Weiss were still arguing in the background.

"BUT I WAS IN LOVE WITH JAUNE FROM THE MOMENT I MET HIM!" Pyrrha declared. "I-I'll do any depraved, debauched thing he could EVER want a woman to do!"

"I-I would do more!" Ruby shouted, "Plus I'm younger than you two hags!"

"EXCUSE YOU?!" Weiss snarled.

"Besides, I SAW HIM FIRST!" Ruby finished.

"But I happen to be a princess so Jaune would be my King," Blake interjected, smirking like the smug troll she was, "That means I'm a better choice of wife than all of you."

"WHAT?!" Weiss, Pyrrha, and Ruby exclaimed in unison, glaring at the cat Faunus. Blake smirked over at the distressed Jaune.

"Don't worry Jaune, I'll let you keep them as part of our Royal Harem... Though only I get to sleep in your bed full time. That way we'll make even more babies!"

"I WANT TO MAKE MORE BABIES WITH HIM!" Pyrrha and Ruby shouted.

Yang, who had been watching all of this while dumbstruck, finally snickered.

"... okay, that's frickin' hilarious."

"NOT TO ME!" Jaune shouted. Ruby nodded quickly.

"THERE'S NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT THIS, YANG! YOU'RE GONNA BE AN AUNT! AND NO KILLING JAUNE! HE'S GONNA BE MY HUSBAND!" She hugged him.

"Not if I break every bone in your body you won't," Pyrrha threatened.

"I'll bury you all in an icy hell for eternity and CASTRATE Jaune before I give him up to you SLUTS!" Weiss seethed.

"Oh my, that's a lot of aggression!" Blake snickered. "I had no idea you could inspire such feelings in women, Jaune! I just might fall for you!"

"BLAAAKE!" Jaune wailed.

"YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM!" Weiss shouted. She turned to the laughing blonde brawler. "YANG! I'LL PAY YOU A MILLION LIEN TO PUT THESE-THESE HARLOTS IN THEIR PLACE!"

"Money wasted," Pyrrha hissed, wearing a psychotic smile,."I'll just have to beat you all to death-"

Yang interjected, finally getting control of her laughter.

"O-Okay, okay! Everyone let's calm down before this stops being funny!" She sighed and then admitted, "Okay, Jaune? I... May have dropped the ball and not told Ruby about babies."

"YA THINK?!"

"Oh gee, sorry for not being the best underaged surrogate mother!" Yang retorted sarcastically. Jaune groaned and rubbed his face. He looked at the other women in the room.

"I just... How do you NOT know how babies are made?!"

"OF COURSE I KNOW HOW THEY'RE MADE!" Weiss shouted angrily. "You lay together in a bed or-or a man holds a woman in his arms and nine months later you get the baby from the stork! It's all very simple!"

"Oh? There's a bird involved?" Pyrrha asked. "I suppose that would make sense."

Ruby frowned.

"Dad told me I was a blue light special from the store! The mommy and daddy start the baby with a hug in bed, and then they need to get the rest to assemble it properly! And Yang said that whatever Dad said was true and to not bother her!"

Jaune shot a furious glare at Yang. Yang coughed.

"... Okay, at least when it comes to Ruby? This may be my bad."

Blake started laughing her ass off, holding in her giggles with both hands over her mouth.

Yang, pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed.

"... I'm probably going to regret this, but Ruby, Weiss, Pyrrha? You three come with me. Time for you to learn where babies really come from."

Blake somehow laughed even harder.

"I don't know why you're laughing, Blake. You're helping," she growled.

Jaune sighed in relief.

Yang wheeled on him and glared.

"And you are, too!"

"Me?!" Jaune squeaked.

"You're in this damn mess and team leader so yes, you're gonna help me! Besides, you're a farm boy! You know how this works!"

Jaune grumbled, but slowly nodded.

"Fine..."

"W-With... Demonstrations? Snrk!" Blake teased.

"I SWEAR TO GOD BLAKE!" Jaune shouted.

"Don't yell at me, I'm in a delicate condition~!"

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Two very awkward hours later…

"... And that's that!"

Yang smiled at her audience, a plethora of health books, posters, and holographic projections behind her telling the the story of human reproduction. Plus a few of Blake's hentai doujins, but they were in there under protest from Jaune.

Pyrrha, Weiss, and Ruby were sitting on a bed. Jaune was wisely standing apart from the women. Blake was in a chair, and still snickering while writing things down in a notebook.

"And... And that's... How it works...?" Weiss asked, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Yang nodded with a smile.

"Yup!"

"Really?" Pyrrha asked, also red faced. Jaune nodded.

"Absolutely."

"... I need to have a chat with my mother," Pyrrha growled softly.

"And my father, with my boot," Weiss growled.

The Schnee heiress then looked at Jaune, her face bright red.

"So um... That... That's what you wanted to do with me, Jaune?" She asked very quietly.

Jaune, avoiding eye contact by looking at the ceiling, coughed.

"Um, I-I mean... Yes? Only if you wanted to."

"R-Really? You... You don't want my money or-or status? Just... Me?" Weiss asked softly. Jaune nodded.

"I-I mean, more than just physically! But... Uh... Yeah? If-If we really fell in love and... Junk?" He offered, a bit lamely.

Ruby chimed in, looking hopefully.

"What about me?!"

At Yang's glare, Jaune chose his words very carefully.

"Ummmm... Only if you wanted to... And you were legal? But yes?"

Ruby's cheeks flushed.

"R-Really?!"

Pyrrha cleared her throat.

"You-You want to do that with me too, r-right Jaune?! Right?! Since... Since I do love you!"

Jaune blushed and nodded quickly.

"Yes! If we went out on dates or-or something and we grew close enough and romance and-You get what I mean!"

Blake smirked.

"What about me, Jaune?" She asked in a playful tone.

Jaune snapped.

"LIKE HELL YOU TROLL!"

Blake pouted.

"Honestly, so cruel! But I like how harsh you can be, Jaune. It's exciting~!"

"Why are you like this?" Jaune groaned.

"Come now, this is the most fun I've had in ages," Blake chuckled. "But seriously? How do you feel about me?"

Jaune groaned.

"YES YOU'RE ALL VERY ATTRACTIVE! Including Yang!"

Yang blinked and her entire face went red.

"Wait wha-"

"Not just physically! All of you are beautiful on the inside and out!" Jaune went on, oblivious to Yang's growing blush, "You're all brave, kind, smart, determined, and-and wonderful! Even with your flaws! Some more than others!" He glared at Blake, then looked back at the room in general.

"You'd all be great wives and mothers! But there's a-a lot of stuff between just-just dating and-and that!"

Silence fell. Yang in particular was blushing hard and having trouble looking directly at Jaune all of a sudden. Even Blake's cheeks were red, as Weiss and Pyrrha's faces burned like torches.

Ruby, ever the quickest, seized the opportunity to leap up and grab onto Jaune's arm. She smiled up at him sweetly.

"Buuut, being best friends means I'm closer to it than Weiss, Blake, Yang or Pyrrha, right?"

"I uh-" Jaune tried.

"WHAT?! Like hell you are!" Weiss growled. Pyrrha scoffed.

"You didn't even like him, Weiss! Besides, I'M HIS PARTNER!"

"Yeah but now that I know he's not after me just for money but... You know…" She trailed off as she blushed deeply, "A family and love-"

"FAMILY AND LOVE ARE THINGS I'VE WANTED MY ENTIRE LIFE!" Pyrrha declared, "I WANT TO HAVE THAT WITH JAUNE RIGHT NOW!"

Jaune, in an attempt to calm things down, held up his hands and smiled nervously.

"Only after dating for a really long time and if we were both fine with it-!"

"And that means I'm still doing better than you all!" Ruby declared, maturely sticking her tongue out, "HA!"

Yang, clenching her fist, growled, "Jaaauuunne...!"

In sheer desperation, Jaune got up and took Yang's fists in his hands, stating, "I'd want to do that with you too, Yang! After dating and if we fell in love!"

Yang, again bright red, was caught off guard for a second time.

"WH-WH-WHAT?!"

"WHAT?!" Weiss, Pyrrha, and Ruby all exclaimed, fire in their eyes.

Blake was laughing so hard she was rolling on the floor, tears streaming from her eyes without any attempt to hold back.

Jaune looked around at the furious females around him, gulped, and came up with the only plan he could to try and escape his predicament.

"So now that that's all out there, I think my mom's calling me. This was great, let's never do it again LATER!" He turned and leaped out the nearest exit.

"SHIT IT WAS A WINDOOOOOW-!"

There was a loud crash, and silence. All five girls stared at the window in shock.

After a moment, Jaune called out, "... I'M OKAY!"

All five young ladies looked at one another.

"... I'm taking him for myself and I'm kicking all your asses to do it," Yang declared.

"LIKE HELL YOU ARE!" Pyrrha snarled.

The five young ladies were left to bicker or, in Blake's case, to continue laughing herself sick.

Jaune returned to his dorm, sighing. Nora and Ren were waiting, sitting together on Ren's bed.

Nora beamed at her leader.

"Jaune! Great news!"

Jaune sighed, hoping that Nora's usual madness would improve his spirits after the very long day he'd had.

"Yes?"

"Ren finally got me preggers!" She beamed as she held Ren's hand. "Right on our bed!"

Jaune stared. He then shook his head.

"... Not falling for it, Nora."

Nora pouted.

"SHOOT! I always mess up the punchline!"

"I thought it was funny," Ren deadpanned.

"Were you just watching that whole catastrophe?!" Jaune demanded in exasperation. Nora beamed and nodded cheerfully.

"Eeyup!"

"And you didn't think to intervene once?!"

Ren shrugged.

"It was like a ten car pile up involving clowns and jets. Of course we weren't going to intervene, Jaune."

"Yuh huh!" Nora chirped brightly.

Jaune sighed and collapsed face first into his bed.

"I hate you both," he moaned.

"We love you too, Jaune-Jaune~!" Nora cheerfully responded, eating from her popcorn bucket.

"Next time we'll share our popcorn." Ren added.

Jaune, bewildered, sat up and stared at them.

"Wait, you had popcorn on hand to watch the whole thing with?! How-Why...?"

He stopped and shook his head.

As Nora opened her mouth to explain, Jaune cut her off.

"Forget it! I don't want to know."

"A wise policy," Ren concluded.

- - -

It is as I intended: Extremely silly. But I hope you enjoyed it.
 
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Ozpin: did you find out what the commotion was?

Goodwitch: yes. Apparently aside from ms.Valkyrie and ms. Xiao long the girls of team rwby and jnpr did not know where infants came from, hilariry ensued.

Ozpin: hypothetically speaking where do infants come from?

Goodwitch: sir you are multiple centuries old how do you not know this?

Ozpin: Salem would tell me to close my eyes things would happen and somehow we had a child a few months later. She never Explained
 
To learn Yang's weak points, Cinder instructs Mercury to attach himself to her side. For Mercury it's a game, but he finds himself enjoying Yang's impulsive side and keeps encouraging her destructive impulses. When the Vytal tournament rolls around, it's bad enough that Yang seriously injures Neon during Doubles, while everyone else is like 'dude wtf Yang?' Mercury ends up reassuring her and digs his claws in deeper.
 
One Punch Woman New
Yang Xaoi-long is a simple woman

She is not however a stupid one.

Indeed she's actually quite intelligent. But her first default to solving a issue is usually to punch it, and when that doesn't work? She finds a new way to punch it.

Her entire long life and many achievements has all been working towards one goal.

From gaining the magic of a maiden and developing it past simply throwing elements around like a child throwing a tantrum.

To learning advanced engineering and mechanical forging.

Even chaining down Ozma, Cinder, and Penny to study their unique souls all came for one great purpose. A purpose that she was 450 years 8 months 2 weeks and a handful of hours into completing.

Before her laid her great creation. A crimson metallic arm, slightly bulk and cylindrical but a gleaming work of art.

And in front of that laid a much less beautiful creation. A chaotic mess of wires and crystals roughly shaped like a circle standing upright in front of her. Dangerously shaking and sparking. It's highly unstable and yangs pretty sure it's going to explode in about 30 minutes.

Good thing she only needs 5.

Any scientist who saw the gate would be simultaneously awed and horrified by it. The use of hardlight dust to create components that were currently impossible to forge was brilliant.

Stabbing enough gravity dust into the thing to cause gravity to double while inactive is insane. Especially once you add in the multiple energy dust reactors included in the design.

The damn thing is liable to rip a hole in the fabric of space and time.

Which is exactly what Yang wants.

She puts on the glove and links her soul to it, and with a smile on her face that hasn't been seen since Ruby died Yang finally does what she's been asking to for almost 500 years.

Yang throws a punch.

And the world goes white.


Ruby Rose is ten years old and she wants to be a hero. She wants to save people and punch bad guys. She....wants anything exciting to happen on a boring Sunday.

Which is right about when the sky rips open and shoots something red at her general direction and makes everything explode.

Be careful what you wish for.

Once the dust clears and the world stops spinning and ringing Ruby drags herself over to the crater to see what it is.

It's a fist. A big red fist. It's shiny and cool and Ruby definitely has to try it on!

So she slides her arm inside.

And with a yellow glow (the same shade as yangs aura) the armored fist shrinks until it fits like a glove except nicer. It feels like a hug. Like it was made just for her.

And then it spoke to her.

{Hey there!}

"Ah! Scary glove ghost!"

{Wait wait wait, no ghost here I'm....a hero tool?}

"That sounds like a question."

{Well I'm your tool now, you do want to be a hero right?}

"Heck yeah I do!"

{Great! Then you'll be the best dang hero this world's ever seen.}

"Cooooool! Oh, wait right. My name's Ruby. Do you have a name?"

{...you can call me.... Burning Heart.}



Ruby never caught on to that little distinction and Yang never cleared that up. She just let Ruby think she was a friend.

But she was always there helping Ruby in the only way she knew how.

Punching.

Cinder stole someone's magic? Punch it out of her.

Silver eyes people stuck inside goopy Grimm monsters? Punch them out of the goop. (Hi mom!)

Immortal grimm witch causing problems? Introduce entropy directly into her soul. Through the medium of punches.

Truly every problem could be solved by punching.

Well almost every problem.

{You got a date?!}
 
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you know, I've been thinking. Jaune's been the one to give all his friends massages to ease their muscles and get all the knots out. But with Jaune so rapidly developing muscles that's bound to cause some issues right? So when Jaune ends up with a really bad muscles cramp who massages him? Glynda? Tsune? Pyrrha? Yang? Ruby? Weiss? Nora? Ren?
 
you know, I've been thinking. Jaune's been the one to give all his friends massages to ease their muscles and get all the knots out. But with Jaune so rapidly developing muscles that's bound to cause some issues right? So when Jaune ends up with a really bad muscles cramp who massages him? Glynda? Tsune? Pyrrha? Yang? Ruby? Weiss? Nora? Ren?
I bet Penny has a built in heated vibrating power massager.

I mean her dad's old he's gonna want a back rub for those old joints and muscles. So he's definitely include that in her design.
 
... i'm sorry, what?!
in which episode did that happened?
i know it's been a long time snice i saw the old transformers cartoons, but i think i would have at least remember that!!

Those were in the Comics so its not surprising than you not saw it. I hoever forgot where exactly i saw that moment so i cant point you out.
 
you know, I've been thinking. Jaune's been the one to give all his friends massages to ease their muscles and get all the knots out. But with Jaune so rapidly developing muscles that's bound to cause some issues right? So when Jaune ends up with a really bad muscles cramp who massages him? Glynda? Tsune? Pyrrha? Yang? Ruby? Weiss? Nora? Ren?
I think Ren would be the funniest one. And the one Jaune would trust the most too as to not make things a bit... Awkward.
 
Ruby never caught on to that little distinction and Yang never cleared that up. She just let Ruby think she was a friend.

But she was always there helping Ruby in the only way she knew how.

Punching.

Cinder stole someone's magic? Punch it out of her.

Silver eyes people stuck inside goopy Grimm monsters? Punch them out of the goop. (Hi mom!)

Immortal grimm witch causing problems? Introduce entropy directly into her soul. Through the medium of punches.

Truly every problem could be solved by punching.

Well almost every problem.

{You got a date?!}

So, Ruby essentially ends up becoming a female version of a shonen protagonist?
 
you know, I've been thinking. Jaune's been the one to give all his friends massages to ease their muscles and get all the knots out. But with Jaune so rapidly developing muscles that's bound to cause some issues right? So when Jaune ends up with a really bad muscles cramp who massages him? Glynda? Tsune? Pyrrha? Yang? Ruby? Weiss? Nora? Ren?

Could make it a multi-part thing. One day it's Pyrrha. Another day it's Yang. So-on and so forth. Jaune keeps giving them, and whoever is the fortunate woman that's near him when he gets a cramp or is seriously sore repays the favor.

Rather interesting idea.
 
It was in a Marvel comic and it's canonicity is... Eh. Make your own choices, I suppose.
Those were in the Comics so its not surprising than you not saw it. I hoever forgot where exactly i saw that moment so i cant point you out.
marvel made Transformes comics?
why do i have a bad feeling about this.
give me a moment to brace myself.

View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W8LuYQUHzgQ

ok, so how did they ruin my childhood/teenhood this time?

This is just to lead into possible love interest Rindo who constantly gets jaune to eat disturbing things....

Blake: you're an actual ninja!

Naruto: yep! And I *white fang appear* hold on a second

~Many Gratuitous Explosions Later~

Blake: what part of any of that was stealthy?

Naruto: Well theres no one left to say I was here, is there?

View: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/beE_-eL9INM
 
There are several female Shonen protagonists.

Honest question, no sarcasm, can you name some? I've been planning to watch some new anime this year and this sounds just what I'd like to watch.

Because the only female anime character with shonen protagonist personality I know is Musubi from Sekirei, and I'm not 100% sure it counts.
 
The two series that inspired this little idea were S-cry-ed and The Eon Kid.

What can I say. Big fist go smash release dopamine.

Plus the idea of switching Ruby into a melee fighter was too tempting.

Melee Ruby would be horrifying. If she can flex even greater control of her Semblance it'd be like getting haymakered every time she flies past you. That, or you'd receive a thousand punches in several seconds, so that even if she doesn't hit hard, she'd still hit you enough times that at the very least you'd be discombobulated or concussed.

She'd be like a small, cheery and female Ip man.


View: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=RgSdI8N1VS8&pp=ygUUaXAgbWFuIHB1bmNoaW5nIGZhc3Q%3D
 
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Ozpin: Salem would tell me to close my eyes things would happen and somehow we had a child a few months later. She never Explained

A few months? Like, 2 or 3? Did she cuck him and his kids weren't even his?

Ozpin: Oddly enough every reincarnations wife told them the same thing.

...huh. I never thought I'd seriously wonder if Ozpin actually never had any descendants at all, as opposed to anywhere from far too many to far too few. But zero? Woof.
 
So, having only four Academies for Huntsmen across an entire world is a bit ridiculous. It's a world.

I mean, there are five major military academies in the United States alone.

So a good fix for this is that Beacon, Haven, Atlas, and Shade are just the big four: The most prestigious with the best staff and best training available. They're the Oxford, Johns Hopkins, West Point, ETH Zurich, etc of the Huntsman world. Which means there are plenty of smaller Huntsman academies and schools around.
Senran Kagura fusion, each Shinobi school is a minor Huntress academy instead.
 
Senran Kagura fusion, each Shinobi school is a minor Huntress academy instead.
what about Shuriken School instead? it's a French-Spanish animated show from the 2006's, I admit I don't remember much about it other than it was about a ninja school that had a rivalry with another ninja school, it's principal was a cheapskate and that it lasted for only one season.
actually that give's me an idea, there are four types of huntress schooling:
1) big named one; Beacon, Haven, Atlas, and Shade, they are the most prestigious one, with the best staff and best training available. focus on quality
2) private schools; lets take Senran Kagura as an example, which is run by former huntsmen and huntress, focus on a mix of quantity and quality. <need to think up more details for this one>
3) public/state school; run by the governments and the cheapest of the three, focus more on quantity than quality.
4) mentor-apprentice; one huntsman takes on a student to teach them their tricks. do i really need to explain this?
we really should give these older and obscure western show some love as well.

speaking of which has anyone here watch vikingskool? is it any good? and, more importantly, can it be used here?
 
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Cowboys of Remnant: "One Shot, One..." 2 New
Vale, Dockyards



- - -



Cinnamon Berahard was nearly seven years old, and she was super bored. Her mama and papa had told her that a trip up to Vale would be fun and exciting! But most of the trip had been about Papa buying and selling and talking to boring old people. Mama had at least bought her a dolly. It was a beautiful china doll, and she'd named her Priscilla.



She held onto Priscilla tightly as she sat in the back of the car, bored. Their front left tire had gone flat and Papa was fixing it. She watched Papa and Mama work on it together while they argued. The world outside was dark except for street lights and big, grim looking warehouses. They were creepy, so she focused her attention on her parents.



"I told you we were lost," Mama sighed, "Why didn't you just buy a proper Scroll?"



"Feh!" Papa snorted. "My old Scroll works just fine! We just took a bit of a detour, that's all."



"A detour, he says," Mama groaned, "who knows what kinds of thieves and cutthroats could be around here!"



"Please," Papa chuckled, "This is a civilized city! There ain't no bandits or thieves or-"



There was a loud explosion nearby. Everyone jumped, especially Cinnamon. She saw a gout of flame rise up behind the buildings. She gasped in amazement.



Maybe it was like her CCTV programs back home! Hunters and Huntresses on the street, fighting against bad guys!



"... Let's call the police," Mama suggested. Papa nodded.



"I think you're right." He pulled out his Scroll, and made the call. "Hello, Vale Police? Yes, I'd like to report a-"



A ragged looking young Faunus with cat ears, black clothing, and a white mask jumped through a window in the building across the street. He landed hard on the pavement and sprang towards them faster than a horse! He slapped Papa and Mama, sending them both sprawling to the pavement.



"MAMA! PAPA!" Cinnamon shrieked. The Faunus man opened the door and checked the keys. He groaned.



"Great, I gotta fix the tire..." He glared at Cinnamon, and she shrunk back. "You're really fucking slow, you humans!"



"I-I-!"



"STOP RIGHT THERE!"



Cinnamon and the Faunus looked back. Four young women in yellow, black, white and red leaped down, landing on the street. In an instant, the Faunus seized Cinnamon and yanked her in front of him. She screamed in fear and began to cry as he held a gun against her head.



"One more step, and goodbye little human!" He snarled. The girl in red, with black hair with red tips and a huge red scythe, froze. She shook her head.



"Y-You're bluffing!" She cried. "You're not gonna kill her!"



The Faunus grinned and jabbed the gun against Cinnamon's head. She whimpered. She wet her pants. She shook and trembled violently.



"You think I care?" The Faunus scoffed. "You'd better back up, nice and easy. Even you aren't fast enough to get to me before I pull the trigger!"



"Let her go!" The girl in black offered, "The White Fang is better than this!"



"FEH! Where have you been, Princess?" The Faunus scoffed. "Now, back off! Weapons down!"



"You're a scum sucking scoundrel!" The girl in white cursed, while the girl in yellow with blonde hair snarled angrily. The Faunus laughed.



"It keeps me breathing, darling. Now, you-HEY!"



Cinnamon stared through her tears. A man had appeared, jumping down from the same window. His poncho waved dramatically as he held onto his cowboy hat. He stared intently at Cinnamon and the Faunus as he stood up. The Faunus growled.



"YOU! Same thing, cowboy! You try anything and-!"



BANG!



The Faunus' body went limp even as Cinnamon's ears hurt. The Faunus dropped like a puppet with its strings cut. In an instant, the girl in red appeared and caught Cinnamon as she felt. She buried her face in her chest, sobbing loudly even as the girl in red rubbed her back.



She glanced up: The man was holding a revolver and pointing it at the Faunus. The Faunus had crumpled to the ground. He wasn't moving.



Cinnamon shivered and buried her face back in the girl's chest.



"Mama... Papa...?" She managed.



"They're okay," the girl said softly, "They're just... Just asleep."



"... The bad guy?" She asked.



The girl in red was silent as police sirens filled the air.



- - -



Yang was the first to recover from the abrupt end of the pursuit. Jaune barking orders into his Scroll helped take her eyes away from the dead Faunus.



"Pyrrha, Nora, make sure nobody else gets away, we caught one straggler," he stated, "Ren, sweep the area one last time. All of you, come to my signal location ASAP."



"Roger," Pyrrha spoke.



"Okey dokey Jaune-Jaune!" Nora replied.



"Understood," Ren said.



Jaune closed the Scroll as the cops arrived. He holstered his weapon, his face grim and stony.



"You... You killed him," Weiss said, soft and disbelieving.



Jaune very slowly nodded.



"Yes miss," he said, his voice devoid of its customary warmth. He glanced at the corpse briefly. "Let's check on the adults, make sure they're all right. Weiss, you got Healing Dust, right?"



Weiss kept staring.



"Weiss?" He pressed.



"Y-Yes, I'm on it," Weiss said, turning and heading over to the two groaning humans. Blake continued to stare at him intensely. She walked up close, her yellow eyes narrowed.



"Was that necessary?" Blake asked, quiet but angry. Jaune let out a soft sigh.



"... I hope so," he muttered.



Yang walked up and rested a hand on his shoulder. She gave Blake a very stern look.



"Threatening to murder a child is rarely something a good person does, Blake," Yang stated in a flat, angry tone.



"He was desperate, he was scared-" Blake tried. Yang glared.



"He had a choice. He made the wrong one," Yang practically spat.



Blake stared intensely at Jaune, who was still as blank faced as a cube of marble. A few moments later, Pyrrha, Ren and Nora jumped in. The cops were securing the area. One, a sergeant by her stripes, walked over to look down at the body. She then turned to look over the assorted Hunters-in-Training.



"Which one of you shot him?" She demanded, brushing a few stray black hairs behind her ears as she scowled.



Ruby opened her mouth-To what end, Yang didn't know. Jaune shook his head and stepped foward.



"That would be me, ma'am," Jaune replied calmly. Pyrrha's eyes widened. Ren and Nora stared intensely. Ruby shook her head and dashed forward, still holding the weeping girl.



"He was holding a girl hostage, he was going to shoot her-!"



The sergeant held up her hand and Ruby fell silent. The Red Reaper glanced at Jaune, looking distraught but over what, Yang couldn't tell. She could guess a few things, though.



"You can all give your full statements at the station," she stated, "What's your name, son?"



"Jaune Arc."



"Sergeant Matty Dillon," she introduced herself, "Under city policy when it comes to Hunters-in-Training, I'm going to have to take you into custody pending assessment of the incident and interviews with the witnesses." She held out her hand. "I'll need you to surrender your weapons and come with me."



"Hey! Hang on a second!" Yang argued, "That bastard was going to kill a little girl! You can't just arrest Jaune for that-!"



"It's all right, Yang," Jaune said quietly. He undid his gun and swordbelt, and handed it over to Sergeant Dillon-His revolvers and Crocea Mors hung from it. He pulled out a knife from his boot, and pulled his shotgun off his shoulders and handed it over too. Dillon raised an eyebrow.



"Anything else?"



"No ma'am," Jaune said politely. He held out his wrists. "Do you need to cuff me?"



"Yes," Dillon said, slapping them on, "It's just procedure."



"But he didn't do-!" Ruby tried, but Jaune shot her a look.



"It's all right, Ruby. I've..." A look of shame came over his face, before his determined expression returned.



"I've been through this before," he said carefully.



Ruby's jaw dropped. Yang gaped. Blake gasped. Weiss, still tending to the wounded, still shot a shocked look back. Pyrrha's eyes widened. Ren closed his eyes while Nora shook her head.



"You can all come along in another car," Dillon stated, "We'll try to get this sorted out as quickly as possible. I'll read you your rights on the way."



"Yes ma'am," Jaune said. He looked around at his friends.



"It's gonna be all right, I promise," he said, as Dillon escorted him towards one of the police cruisers. Ruby stared in shock, even as the little girl stared after him.



"Is... Is he gonna go to jail?" She asked.



"Not if we can help it," Yang growled.



"Cinnamon!"



The little girl looked over. She beamed as she saw her parents standing up, smiling.



"MAMA! PAPA!"



She dropped from Ruby's arms and ran over to them. They embraced the little girl happily.



"Well," Yang muttered, "I can think of a few people thankful Jaune took his shot."



Blake just scowled deeply.



Weiss approached, looking anxious.



"We-We should go with him," she said, "After all... He'll need our testimony... R-Right?"



"Let's go," Pyrrha said grimly, as they headed towards a second police cruiser.



- - -



I'm working on the other Cowboys of Remnant bit, but I wanted to try something a bit darker. Any thoughts so far?



Things were, from a certain point of view, very straightforward from then on. They were all taken to the police station, which was a stately old building in downtown Vale leftover from the Post-Great War Construction Boom, with high vaulted ceilings and gothic exteriors.



They got to stay in a waiting room, while, one by one, they were each taken to an interview room to be interrogated separately. They didn't say "interrogation", but Blake knew more than enough by now what this was.



They didn't talk much. She told them it would look bad if they seemed to be coming up with a collective story. Yang and Weiss glared, but they acquiesced. They each kept quiet, Yang hugging Ruby to keep her calm.



Each of them went in, talked for a while with Sergeant Dillon, then came out. The sergeant was nonplussed by all of them-Even Nora.



Then came Blake's turn. She silently walked into the interview room and sat down on the far side of the desk. The walls were covered in white wallpaper, and a camera watched silently from above. The sergeant sat down across from her, eyes narrowed.



"Miss Belladonna," she said.



"Sergeant," Blake greeted in a neutral tone.



Dillon checked her Scroll, then looked up at Blake. The clock ticked away in the background-An intentional touch, Blake knew, to make suspects nervous.



"I believe you've been told not to go on vigilante excursions in the past?" The sergeant asked dryly. Blake slowly nodded.



"In this case, I was trying to speak with some... Some friends of mine," she decided on, "Who were going to a White Fang rally. I was hoping to talk them out of it... Then things escalated."



"Not as badly as last time," Dillon stated dryly. Blake shook her head.



"If the police aren't stopping them from bringing in military grade equipment, then it is up to the common citizen to do what they can," she said quietly, her tone neutral but her eyes narrowed. Dillon sucked in an angry breath, then let it out as a frustrated sigh.



"... Your heart is in the right place," Dillon agreed, "Even if the rest of you isn't. But let's look at the incident tonight, shall we? You broke up the rally-"



"They opened fire first," Blake said, "We tried to keep it from escalating-!"



"But the White Fang always escalates, Miss Belladonna," Dillon stated flatly, "Has since Sienna Khan took over."



Blake winced. She kept her ears from flattening out of sheer willpower.



"They-They didn't mean to-"



Dillon scoffed.



"They've threatened any Faunus who became a cop with harassment and worse. All so it looks like humans beating up Faunus. My partner was a Faunus, best I ever had." Dillon glared angrily at Blake.



"Until they burnt his house down. His family was safe... But he got the message. Loud and clear." She shook her head, and took a deep breath.



"That was unprofessional," the sergeant said quietly, "Forgive me."



Blake didn't know if she was being manipulated or not. Dillon's body language seemed too genuine to be a lie. The anger in her voice...



No. She had to stay focused.



"I... Y-Yes," Blake managed.



"So," Dillon said, looking over her notes, "You engaged the organizers of the rally. One set off a Dust Bomb-That's when we got the 911 call from the Berahards. The perpetrator ran out onto 12th street. Correct?"



"Yes."



"He struck Mister and Mrs. Berahard."



"I didn't see it for myself but they were lying on the ground when we arrived, yes," Blake said carefully. Dillon stared at her and nodded.



"All right. He took the girl hostage though, correct?"



"... Yes," Blake said quietly.



"Held a gun to her head?" Dillon pressed.



"Yes."



"What did you do?" She asked.



"We tried to talk him down," Blake said quietly.



"Do you know how high his Aura was?" Dillon asked. "If he had a Semblance?"



"We believe he was Aura unlocked given his speed, agility and strength," Blake said quietly, "We're not sure how strong it was. If he was taking a hostage, I... I suppose it may have been low?"



Dillon nodded.



"Then what happened?"



"Jaune caught up," Blake said softly, "The... The perpetrator threatened him... Then..."



She took a breath.



"Then Jaune shot him," she finished.



"Where?" Dillon asked.



"Between the eyes," Blake said softly, tensing up slightly.



Dillon stared at her.



"Do you think he acted wrongly?" She asked.



Blake was silent. She sucked in a breath.



"I believe that, given how the situation looked-"



"Yes or no, Miss Belladonna," Dillon stated. She leaned forward and lowered her voice.



"It's all right to disagree with his actions," she said, "To be uncomfortable with killing. I prefer Hunters who can be honest about it."



Blake let out a hiss.



"... If we'd had more time, we... We may have been able to talk him down," Blake said quietly. "I-I want to believe we could have done it."



Dillon made a note.



"I see..."



She asked a few more questions, taking down a few more notes, before she nodded.



"Thank you. You're free to go," she said, "We'll have a decision shortly."



"Of course," Blake said with a slow nod. She slowly stood up and exited the room. She walked back to the waiting area, where the rest of RWBY and NPR were waiting around. Yang and Weiss shot her suspicious looks as she sat down.



"I didn't tell them anything they didn't already know," Blake said quietly.



"Did they ask for your opinion on things?" Yang asked. Blake winced.



"They did..."



"And?" Weiss demanded.



"I gave them my opinion," Blake said.



"Which was?"



"Guys, please," Ruby said, shaking her head, "Don't. It-It won't help."



Blake scowled, a feeling of self righteousness swelling in her chest.



"We could have talked him down," Blake hissed, "If we'd had more time-"



"He had his gun to a child's head, Blake!" Yang growled. "You really think he could have been talked out of it?!"



"He was scared, he was desperate-" Blake tried, but Weiss shook her head.



"Criminals often are," Weiss growled.



"You don't get to say anything-!"



"White Fang terrorists murdered members of my family," Weiss shot back, "Did they deserve to be killed? Should I be killed because of my family's crimes?"



"No!" Blake whisper-shouted, "Of-Of course not! But your history with Faunus-"



"And your history with White Fang makes you no better," Weiss growled. "If he was a human holding a gun to a Faunus child's head, he still should have been taken down!"



Blake looked over at Ruby for support.



"Ruby? You were trying to talk him down, right?"



Ruby nodded shakily.



"If we could have... Yeah... But..." She sighed. "L-Look... I... I don't like that we had to shoot him. I don't..."



Her eyes opened with a steely determination.



"I also got the same horror stories and attempts to discourage me from becoming a Hunter that Yang did," Ruby insisted, "How-How we fight people sometimes. Bad people. And some people can't be talked down. I..." She shook her head. "I don't like it. I wish we could have-have done something else..."



Tears came to her eyes.



"It's my fault," she whispered, "I'm team leader. If-If I'd thought of something else-If I'd come up with a plan, he wouldn't be dead and Jaune wouldn't... Wouldn't...!"



She began to sob. Yang hugged her tightly. Weiss shot a glare at Blake. Blake bowed her head, feeling low.



"Ruby," Nora said softly. The ginger walked over and sat down on the coffee table between the cheap couches. She reached out to hold Ruby's hands.



"Ruby, look at me," Nora said quietly. Ruby sniffled and looked into her eyes.



"Sometimes there is no good choice, just the least worst," Nora said softly. She nodded over at Ren, who was sitting quietly in a cheap armchair. The stoic ninja nodded.



"Yes," he said, "We've experienced that many times in our lives."



Pyrrha sucked in a breath. She nodded stoically.



"I know this too," she said quietly. She shrugged. "If we'd been there sooner... If you'd had more time... We can't change what happened. All we can do is deal with it."



Ruby sniffled again. Blake looked away for something, anything else to focus on.



"Jaune?" She blurted out. The cowboy emerged from the backrooms, his face like stone. Sergeant Dillon accompanied him, carrying his weapons. She handed them over.



"Everything you handed in," Dillon stated. Jaune put his gunbelt back on without a word. The sergeant looked back.



"You'll probably be getting hell from your professors," she said, and everyone winced, "But you're clear. No charges will be pressed. Just try to avoid anything else like this in the future, huh?"



With that, the Sergeant turned and headed off. Jaune looked at his friends. He saw Ruby still crying. She got up and hugged him. He returned it.



He sighed and patted Ruby's back comfortingly.



"Let's go home, huh?"

- - -



Even back at Beacon, and even after suffering through Professor Goodwitch's wrath (two weeks detention), Blake couldn't sleep. She felt too restless, too nervous. The tension in the dormroom was almost suffocating.



She climbed out the window and up to the rooftop. She heard the faint sounds of a guitar being played over the wind. She sniffed the wind, and followed a familiar scent. She jumped off the roof, landing easily. She dashed after the scent in the direction of the music.



She made it to the stables. A campfire was going just outside the paddock. Jaune was there, playing his guitar, staring into the flames. Orleans was asleep, and softly snoring in her stable. Blake stopped short of the fire, and listened to the tune for a while.



He began to sing softly.



"Hard time here and everywhere you go

Times is harder than ever been before..."



She hesitated, then cleared her throat. Jaune looked up, his fingers still plucking at the strings.



"Miss Blake," he returned quietly.



Blake worried her lower lip.



"May... Can we talk?" She asked softly.



Jaune nodded. He kept playing and stared back into the fire. Blake sat down on the log next to him, fidgeting a bit.



Jaune kept playing, a gentle acoustic. He would sing softly under his breath every now and then.



"And the people are driftin' from door to door

Can't find no heaven, I don't care where they go..."



Blake finally took a deep breath.



"I... I'm sorry."



Jaune kept plucking away quietly. He looked over at her in curiosity.



"What for?"



"I..." She winced. "I told the police that... That I didn't think you... You should have killed him."



Jaune was silent save for his guitar strings. He snorted softly then looked back into the flames.



"That's fair," he said.



Blake started.



"You... You aren't mad?"



Jaune shrugged.



"If Pyrrha or Ren had gotten there sooner, we could have brought him down. If I'd given you more time, maybe..." he sighed, "But I had a choice: Kill him, save the little girl... Or kill him after he'd shot her. I didn't want to bet her life."



Blake sighed and shut her eyes.



"... I've been where he was," she confessed.



Jaune stared at her. Blake shook her head.



"I-I never... I never took a child hostage. But I've used underhanded means, bluffs, violence... All to get what I wanted. I thought... I thought I was justified, as part of the White Fang. I thought I was righteous. I thought... I thought that almost anything was justified for freedom."



She stared down at her hands.



"... And I was wrong," she whispered, "I realized I was just making people fear and hate Faunus more than they already did. That-That I was making things worse. I realized that. I made the right decision."



She bowed her head.



"... And I can't stop asking myself: Could he have made the right decision?" She whispered. "Would he have realized what he was doing was wrong, and... And made a better choice? If... If..."



"If I didn't kill him," Jaune murmured. Blake looked into his eyes. He was grim, his eyes as hard as flint. He then closed them and sighed, looking very tired. Very old.



"I asked myself that too," he admitted. At Blake's look, he shook his head. "I... I've had to kill before, Blake. To defend my friends. To defend others. I... I looked into the eyes of those men, just before they..."



He steeled himself.



"Before I killed them. And I wondered the same thing. Could they have changed? Become better men if I'd let 'em live?"



Blake stared at him, her eyes reflecting the firelight.



"What happened?" She asked softly.



Jaune shifted a bit, setting his guitar to the side. He sighed and looked up at the stars.



"My pa and Mister Duke told me that our choices determine where we end up in life. Their choices led them to attack innocent people. My choices led me to stand between those men and people who needed protectin'. We all suffer the consequences of our choices. Theirs were to die... And mine is to live with the fact I killed them."



He looked intently into her eyes.



"You chose to get out. To run. To try and do better, to make up for what you did," Jaune said quietly, "And I... I'm choosing to believe I ain't a bad person. That the evil I do won't outweigh the good. That's what... What I'm choosing."



He looked back into the flames.



"No matter how hard it is to do that," he whispered.



Blake stared back. She slowly took his hand.



"We both will," she murmured.



He squeezed her hand back.



They watched the flames in silence underneath the star filled sky.



- - -
 
I can totally see Jaune's dad regaling his tales of how he won over his mother and Jaune copying the things he did to try and win over Weiss 🤣
Sadly for Jaune it means he doesn't realize how much of a try hard he comes off as or how cringe he looks to someone not from Radian. Specially noveau riche people like Weiss. To her, he acts like That Guy, a creep who can't take 'no' for an answer, which only turns her off more.
 
Assumptions New
Had a kind of funny idea of team RWBY running into a guy who looks like a edgy bitch/square enox character and assuming he's gonna be bad or fight them. But it just turns out it's all for practical reasons


Weiss: "Your outfit is seventy percent belts. Why? What possible reason could you need that many belts for? You can't have a good reason."

Hunter:"Semblance effects my size. Belts and oversized clothes was cheaper than constantly replacing stuff and having to pay back for indecent exposure."

Weiss:"Ok that might be a good reason."

Yang:"Why's he dressed in more black than a my chemical romance concert?"

Hunter:"I'm a faunus."

Yang: "I'm not making the connection here. Blake am I being racist?"

Blake: "Probably."

Hunter: "My faunus trait is being cold blooded. The dark clothes help trap heat."

Ruby: ok, maybe we were a little judgy about those things. But explain the bloody bag and knife!

Hunter: "I work at a butcher shop and I'm tossing out the scraps at a farther away dumpster so it doesn't stink near the shop or attract wild animals."

*Hunter leaves team Ruby alone so he can finish his shift and then get back to his true passion.

Being a nemesis to team CRDL*
 
Team RWBY's Quest for Minimum Wage! New
A fun premise for a crack fic that was posted on the SB thread was team RWBY, being disaster prone and rather self destructive, are in bad financial shape after defeating Salem. Especially if there are no more Grimm. Jaune though is doing well for himself and so...

- - -

Jaune Arc checked the address. He looked at the apartment building that had definitely seen better days. He checked the address again. He shook his head.



He walked up to the door, and knocked on it. He waited.



The door opened a crack.



"H-Hey, so, um, the rent's gonna be a little late and I know you're angry but-"



"Ruby?" Jaune asked. The door fully opened. The girl's silver eyes widened. She was in nothing but her panties and what looked like her old uniform shirt from Beacon-Which had been patched several times.



"Jaune?!" Ruby gasped. Her face brightened, and she hugged him. "JAUNE!"



He hugged her back tightly, laughing. He swung her around. He then set her back down. Ruby pouted up at him.



"You keep getting taller! It's not fair!"



"Sorry, it's how it works," Jaune said with a shrug. Ruby beamed.



"What brought you here?"



"Oh, well, uh, my sister Lilac is finally getting married and I wanted to invite you all," he said, "I couldn't seem to find your Scroll number anymore, so I tracked you down."



"Ruby? Who is it?" Yang's voice echoed from inside. "If it's the landlady, I'll handle it! What's one more concussion to her-?"



She came around the corner and gaped. She too was in very little.



"J-Jaune!" Yang gasped happily. Jaune waved, keeping his eyes on her forehead.



"Hey Yang!"



"Jaune?!" Weiss gasped. She poked her head around the corner. Her eyes widened. She then sped up to him, dressed in a house dress that had seen far better days. "Please! Come in! Don't mind the mess! Or our state of dress! Have some tea!"



"Hey Weiss! I uh, sure, no problem...?" Jaune managed. He took in the state of their dwelling with a growing sense of disbelief every step he took. Spartan was a good word for it. Cluttered as well: Pieces of weapons, mending or drying clothes, and endless job applications. It was amazing how it seemed so barebones and so messy at the same time.



Blake was outside on the cluttered balcony, sunning herself in her bra and panties. Weiss scowled at her.



"Blake! We have a visitor!"



Blake rolled over and paid Jaune with an intense stare.



"Jaune?" She gasped.



"Ah, hey," Jaune said with a smile as Weiss set him down at their ragged table. Blake got up and pulled on her yukata-Which had also seen better days.



"What are you doing here? N-Not that it's not nice to see you, and all," Blake managed.



"It's amazing you know his name," Yang snarked, "Given how little you talked to him since we met."



"It's amazing you treat him nicely, given how you barely acknowledged his existence, too," Blake growled back. The two began to bicker as Weiss brought over some tea and Ruby sat with Jaune.



"They broke up, it was messy," Ruby confided in him. Jaune slowly nodded, and took tea from Weiss with a strained, polite smile.



"Ah. Thank you, Weiss."



"Anything for you, Jaune," Weiss said with a smile.



Jaune sipped the tea and hid his grimace-He'd had to endure his sister's experiments in tea for a long time, after all. An ironing board fell out of the wall, which Ruby caught just in time before it brained him.



"Ah, sorry!" Ruby said, shoving it back into place, "You okay?"



"Yeah, just fine," Jaune said with a smile. "I uh... So..." He looked around, "This... Doesn't seem like where I expected you all to be."



Blake and Yang paused in their fighting. Ruby's smile became very brittle. Blake coughed.



"Ah, well... I mean, with the Grimm vanishing and all... And my parents being voted out of office for gross incompetence..." Blake shrugged.



"What a shocker that was," Weiss snarked. Blake glared death at the Schnee heiress.



"Like you can talk! Your father's entire empire collapsed overnight and left you nothing!"



"Well-I-You-!" Weiss sputtered before she huffed.



"At the very least, we're not Yang and Ruby!"



"HEY!" Yang and Ruby growled.



"So what if he's a deadbeat?!" Yang demanded. "He wasn't pure evil OR a politician!"



"And I'm sure he's totally happy with that rich heiress who won't get bored of him when she gets out of her DILF fetish!" Weiss sneered.



"Why you-!"



Ruby cleared her throat. Very loudly. Yang and Weiss stopped but kept glaring at each other. Blake was also angry but kept silent.



"So... How are things with you?" Ruby managed with forced cheer.



Jaune sipped his tea and debated internally about how to break this... And decided to be tactful.



"I'm good. I'm almost finished with medical school, and my mom's got a residency lined up for me at our hospital," he said.



Four pairs of eyes all looked intently at him.



"You-You're a doctor?" Weiss sputtered.



"Well um, I got into medical school before I ran off to Beacon," Jaune said, "Pretty sure I mentioned it a few times?"



Blank stares. Even on Ruby. Jaune sighed.



Well, it's not like I remember everything they told me about their lives, right?



"But I wanted to be a Huntsman so bad... But uh, yeah. My Semblance makes it pretty easy, too. I've been staying at the family farm while I studied and I've also been working at the brewery."



"You... Your family owns a brewery?" Yang asked. Jaune nodded.



"Yeah. A big one. We expanded it along with the farm last year..."



"Oh... That... That's great, Jaune," Ruby said with a smile, "That's super great! Good for you!"



"Very," Blake muttered, staring at Jaune with a strange expression. Yang blinked rapidly, then looked to the side.



"So uh..."



"Um..."



"Er..."



Jaune looked at all the girls. He really did care for them, honest! Even after everything. How could you not be fond of the people you saved the world with?



"Right, well," Jaune coughed, "Like I said, I'm inviting you all to my sister's wedding." He held out the invitations. Each girl took one.



"Oh, wonderful," Weiss sighed, "I got to work a wedding once! I got to take home some of the cake leftovers... Er... Um..." Her eyes dipped.



"Least you got to keep your leftovers," Yang grumbled. "I came out of a cake at a bachelor party. Couldn't keep anything..."



Silence fell. The ironing board fell onto his head. Naturally, his Aura protected him. But as the ironing board had none, it snapped in two and fell to the floor.



"Oh no!" Ruby cried, falling to her knees. "I'm so sorry Jaune-Oh no! How do I fix this?!"



"We could steal the neighbor's ironing board," Blake suggested.



"They added more pitbulls," Weiss whined.



"And those bites hurt," Yang groaned.



Jaune finally came to a decision.



"You know what? There's a cottage on our land," he said, "That you all can stay in, since we've got so many guests in the house. It's small, but it has four bedrooms. You all can stay."



Four pairs of eyes again stared at him. Jaune smiled.



"I mean, you girls really could use a vacation, with how hard you've been working," he said, "And uh, you'll have to clean it and maintain it. And maybe do some chores around the farm. But other than that? You'd be fine to stay while you... You figure things out."



"We-We wouldn't want to impose," Weiss said, her manners coming into play, "Or be a-a burden-"



"Do you have hot water?" Yang asked, direct as always. Jaune nodded. Yang cheered. "YES! We're in! Um, for the wedding! N-Not that-I mean, work will just have to get along without us!"



"Weddings are more importan than our careers after all!" Blake nodded furiously. "We-We can help with that too!"



"Only if you want," Jaune said with a smile, "You're my guests, after all."



"Absolutely!" Weiss gushed. "I love weddings! Do you think I can keep leftovers?"



"All you like," Jaune said with a nod.



Ruby hugged Jaune tightly. She sniffled.



"Thank you," she whispered into his ear, "Thank you...!"



Jaune patted her on the back with a smile.



"Hey... We world-saving heroes have to stick together, right?"



After all, they were his friends. They'd been there for him in his darkest hours.



... Well okay, Nora and Ren had been there for him in his darkest hours. And sometimes Ruby and Yang. Once Weiss... Never Blake... But the point was, they were his friends, and he was definitely not going to let them stay in a ratty apartment if he could help it. Heck, being here with them like this? It felt like old times.



If he had to massage the truth a little to let them keep their pride? He would do it. It was worth it.



There was a very insistent knock at the door. All four girls of RWBY's eyes widened.



"Crap, it's the landlady!" Yang hissed.



"Out the back window!" Blake wailed. "Take everything you can carry!"



"Don't forget the coupons!" Ruby cried. "Or my tools!"



Yup. Definitely just like old times.



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You know the girls would probably have better luck if they stuck to their strengths.

Like being a demolition crew. If you're naturally destructive then lean Into it.


Also have this horrible idea!


Blake after leaving the white fang decided she needed to make a new group. One that would get things done without being as evil as the white fang.

She accidentally made something worse.

Peoples equality togetherness agency

P.E.T.A
 

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