[RWBY] RWBY Shorts

Handspan · Tuesday at 3:45 AM

Going to be honest I think having Whiteley meet yang is going to be chaos. Let's be honest she's going to be apprehensive about whitely dating her baby sister. However the moment she realizes how bad his home life is and how poorly Wiess has treated him she's going to suplex his older sisters.

Quacking duck · Tuesday at 3:54 AM

Do you think Yang is just hanging out in a bush with binoculars and Ember Celica, stalking them on their date?

AndrewJTalon · Tuesday at 4:34 AM

Quacking duck said:
Do you think Yang is just hanging out in a bush with binoculars and Ember Celica, stalking them on their date?

She also dragged Jaune along to spy on them. Because he does see Ruby as a little sister.

Gur40 · Tuesday at 9:19 AM

Ruby sending Meme's

Ruby would demand to know which you pick and why

kinda want more Knowall just to learn what happen to bad timeline RWBY, Yang died in on her wedding day to Jaune, Whitley had Weiss sword and nothing on Blake if i remember

RWBY suppose to be subversions of the stories is evil hot stepmom to good ugly stepdad suppose to be Klien?

so that's why they had to make Willow be just a drunk that did nothing, May Zedong is the best reverse they could come up with huh?
Cinder just lived Cinderella life and just went killer, Emerald a genderbent Aladdin pre plot and Roman short story was a good plot rest a just dull

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Ren went from Aura Arts Master to equal of Dee and Dudley? So He's Basic Huntsmen level
Wait, Qrow mentioned that Amber was inexperienced with her powers... Which makes no sense given how Winter and Penny mastered their powers seconds after obtaining them and were already doing crazier stuff than Amber. Sounds more like a poor excuse by the writing team. For example, Winter had her Aura broken by Ironwood and was still able to go toe-to-toe against Cinder afterwards when she obtained the powers whereas Amber was completely exhausted and weak after having her Aura broken.

The real reason Amber lost imo is that she was like those two huntsman from the Argus train Dee and Dudley in terms of fighting prowess: Bottom of the barrel. Heck, her weapon is a Staff that shoots fireballs. Even Jaune's current weapon is more versatile than that.

Jaune reaction to all of WTCH backstories and motives

i just want Tyrain to have a tragic backstory and completely subvert it like Joey vs Valon YGO abridged
JOEY: But hang on. Surely, you can't blame all of humanity for what a small group of criminals did to that church.

VALON: Oh, I don't.

JOEY: But you're with the Orichalcos. Surely you want to wipe everyone off the face of the earth too.

VALON: Sure I do. But it ain't because I think humanity's evil or something. That's ridiculous.

JOEY: Then why?

VALON: Simple mate. I just f*cking hate people. Now watch as I activate The Seal of Orichalcos! (Valon activates The Seal of Orichalcos, surrounding both Duelists in it)

JOEY: I am mad at you for both activating The Seal of Orichalcos and for having the most reasonable motive for being evil so far.

Hazel- Sister died failed to avenger now help ruin others lives
Watts- ego didn't get worshipped so plans to kill everyone he see's as lesser
Cinder - instead of just using the knife to cut her collar and run, she instead got it found out then murdered the mistress in justifiable reasons and murdered the lawful stupid guy that trained her so trauma... then let Salem put a parasite inside her body

AndrewJTalon · Wednesday at 2:37 AM

The Beacon training arena had been cleared for "sparring practice," but everyone knew what this really was.

Yang Xiao Long cracked her knuckles, hair already flickering with ember sparks, eyes locked on Jaune like he was a particularly stubborn heavy bag. Jaune stood opposite her, Crocea Mors drawn, shield up, calm and focused—the picture of disciplined readiness.

Blake leaned against the wall with a stack of philosophy texts, ready to feed Yang lines. Pyrrha watched from the sidelines with that too-bright smile. Weiss sat with perfect posture, pretending to read but sneaking glances. Nora was cross-legged on the floor with Ruby, eating cookies and watching eagerly. Ren sipped tea, serene as ever.

Yang grinned, bouncing on her toes. "Alright, VB. You wanted a debate fight? Let's go. Rousheau says man is born free, but everywhere he is in chains! Society corrupts us—true strength is breaking those chains!"

She launched forward, a fiery right hook aimed at his shield.

Jaune blocked smoothly, voice steady even as the impact rang out. "Saint Augustin of Hippo would disagree. We are born in sin—original corruption. True freedom comes not from breaking chains, but from submitting to divine order and grace."

He countered with a precise shield bash that forced Yang back a step.

Yang growled, hair flaring brighter. "Blake—hit me!"

Blake called out, "Nietzsche! The will to power! God is dead, and we create our own meaning through strength!"

Yang roared, unleashing a flurry of explosive punches. "Exactly! We don't need some cosmic lion telling us what's right—we make our own rules! Übermensch, baby!"

Jaune parried and riposted, sword flashing. "Thomas Aquin would say natural law is written into creation itself. Reason leads us to the divine. Denying that is denying truth!"

Yang ducked under a slash, came up inside his guard, and drove a knee toward his gut. Jaune twisted, taking it on the thigh plate.

"You're so damn calm!" Yang snarled, face flushed—anger and something else mixing. "How do you just—argh!"

"Clive Staples of the Lion's Ward," Jaune continued, oblivious, pressing his attack with measured strikes, "argued that desire for joy points to something beyond this world. Aslanism isn't chains—it's fulfillment!"

Yang blocked a shield bash with her gauntlets, sparks flying everywhere. "That's just coping! We don't need fulfillment from some fairy tale—we take what we want! We burn bright and—damn it, Jaune, stop being so reasonable!"

She was breathing hard now, hair fully ignited, eyes wild.

Blake was frantically flipping pages, muttering "Um—will to power—overman—something—"

Pyrrha's grip on Milo tightened until the metal creaked.

Weiss's book was forgotten in her lap, cheeks pink.

Nora looked up from her cookies. "In Nora belief, the ultimate truth is smashing things really hard until they stop being problems!"

"Ooh, I like that!" Ruby grinned.

Ren sipped his tea. "The Middle Way suggests neither extreme assertion nor denial, but balance."

Yang wasn't listening anymore.

Jaune had just finished another perfectly calm counterpoint: "Grace perfects nature, it doesn't destroy it-!"

Which is when Yang snapped.

She lunged, not with a punch, but with both hands grabbing his breastplate, yanking him forward, and kissing him hard enough to rattle his teeth.

The arena went dead silent.

Jaune's eyes went wide. His sword and shield clattered to the ground.

Yang pulled back an inch, breathing fire—literal and figurative. "There. Shut up for five seconds."

Jaune stared, mouth open, brain completely offline.

Pyrrha's aura flared so violently the air shimmered. Her smile could have frozen hell.

Weiss made a strangled noise, book snapping shut. "I-that is completely-uncouth-seriously?!!"

Blake's ears were flat, face a confusing mix of frustration and something that looked suspiciously like jealousy. "I... provided excellent philosophical support..."

Nora slammed her book shut. "Smashing is still better!"

"Oh wow," Ruby mumbled, bright red but refusing to look away, her face a confusing cacophony of emotions.

Ren set his tea down gently. "Desire is the root of suffering."

Yang pulled back, hair settling back to gold, cheeks blazing brighter than her semblance.

"...So. Uh. Rematch tomorrow?"

Jaune, still stunned, managed a dazed nod.

The debate was over.

The war for Jaune Arc's attention?

Just heating up.

AndrewJTalon · Wednesday at 3:12 AM

Charity

The new Schnee Manor was alive with soft lighting, crystal chandeliers, and the quiet murmur of Atlas's elite. The event was a charity gala raising funds for those still displaced and struggling in the long shadow of the Salem War.

Ruby Schnee walked in. She had just returned from a quick Grimm hunt near the SDC mines with Weiss and Jaune. Her combat skirt was still slightly dusty, her cloak a little rumpled, but her silver eyes lit up the moment she spotted her husband across the room.

And then she saw her.

A tall, overly made-up woman in a slinky crimson dress was practically draped over Whitley's arm, laughing far too loudly at something he hadn't said. One of her manicured hands rested possessively on his chest as she leaned in close, clearly trying her luck with the richest, most eligible war hero on the planet.

Whitley's expression was the picture of strained politeness. He was scanning for an escape that wouldn't cause a scene, because of course he was.

He had been raised to always consider optics, especially at events like this.

Ruby, on the other hand, hadn't.

She crossed the ballroom with purposeful strides, Weiss and Jaune trailing behind her with matching amused expressions.

Without a word, Ruby slid between Whitley and the woman, wrapped her arms around her husband's neck, and kissed him soundly: Deep, warm, and unmistakably possessive.

Whitley made a surprised sound before melting into it, one hand settling on her waist (where it belonged).

When Ruby finally pulled back, she kept one arm looped around his neck and turned toward the woman with a sweet, menacing smile that could have frozen Vacuo in summer.

"Husband?" she asked, voice dripping with faux politeness. "Who is this girl?"

The woman in red froze, her hand still hovering awkwardly in the air where Whitley's arm had been.

Whitley, cheeks slightly flushed but visibly relieved, wrapped his arm more securely around Ruby's waist.

"Ruby, this is Miss Liora Veyne. She was just… expressing interest in the charity." He looked down at his wife with open affection. "Miss Veyne, this is my wife, Ruby Schnee."

Ruby's smile sharpened, silver eyes glinting like polished blades.

"Oh? How lovely. Thank you so much for supporting the cause. We really appreciate people who are generous... And know how to keep their hands to themselves when it comes to other women's husbands."

The woman stammered something about refreshments and quickly retreated into the crowd, tail between her legs. The conversation became a bit louder, as though everyone was trying to move on from the incident.

Whitley let out a quiet breath and looked down at Ruby with a mix of pride and amusement.

"You handled that remarkably well," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. "No murder. No property damage. A proper Schnee indeed."

Ruby grinned up at him, still holding onto him tightly. "I'm learning. But if she touches you again, I will Crescent Rose her into next week."

Whitley chuckled softly. "I have no doubt."

Weiss, who had been watching from a few feet away with Jaune, rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her smirk.

"Congratulations, brother. You've successfully trained the most dangerous woman on Remnant to be passive-aggressive instead of homicidal."

Ruby stuck her tongue out at her sister-in-law.

Jaune just laughed. "I think Ruby domesticated him, actually."

Whitley looked down at his wife, still in her slightly dusty combat gear, silver eyes sparkling with mischief and love, and felt a warmth in his chest that no amount of wealth or status could ever replicate.

He kissed her again, slower this time, right there in the middle of the charity gala, uncaring of who was watching.

"Let them stare," he whispered against her lips. "I'd rather have you than their approval any day."

Ruby's smile was bright enough to light up the entire room.

And for the rest of the evening, no one dared approach Whitley Schnee without first acknowledging the terrifyingly happy woman on his arm.

ExFelineServer3 · Wednesday at 7:19 PM

So, I don't think I've read anything like this here so far but the threads are somewhat extensive…What if Jaune and crew encounter either a mirror room (a psychomanteum, just without scrying or paranormal provocation), or a large crystal/geode with various shards or flats that when viewed into show reflections of alternate selves or past lives.
A bit of homage to Puss N' Boots The Last Wish, but not.
Jaune could see Fatherhood Jaune with little Mia, Philosophy Jaune, Different Weapon Jaune, Jedi Jaune and many more.
The others could see things to inspire to or at least avoid, hopefully.

Sliverhero · Wednesday at 9:35 PM

ExFelineServer3 said:
So, I don't think I've read anything like this here so far but the threads are somewhat extensive…What if Jaune and crew encounter either a mirror room (a psychomanteum, just without scrying or paranormal provocation), or a large crystal/geode with various shards or flats that when viewed into show reflections of alternate selves or past lives.
A bit of homage to Puss N' Boots The Last Wish, but not.
Jaune could see Fatherhood Jaune with little Mia, Philosophy Jaune, Different Weapon Jaune, Jedi Jaune and many more.
The others could see things to inspire to or at least avoid, hopefully.

Or if you want to do the multiverse you could have it that a group smiler to the marvel exiles.

AndrewJTalon · 2026-05-29T01:01:19+0100

Cowboys of Remnant - Chapter 42 - AndrewJTalon - RWBY [Archive of Our Own]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Jaune meets an old rival: And Pyrrha might pay the price.

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The frontier town smelled of dust and cattle. JNPR had been tracking bandit activity for days when the stranger stepped out from behind a water tower, hands in his coat pockets, pink scarf fluttering like a taunt.

The man tipped his black hat. "Well, well. That any way to greet an old friend, Jaune?"

Jaune's hand was on Crocea Mors before the sentence finished. "State your business, Floyd."

Floyd's smile was all teeth. "Right to the point as always." He tipped his hat to the others. "Ladies. Sir. Pleasure."

Nora bounced forward. "Who's this guy, Fearless Leader?"

Floyd grinned. "Old cattle-drive buddies. Until Jaune decided to play hero."

Jaune's voice was flat iron. "Until you sold us out for an armored gold transport."

"It was written off! Lost! Ours for the taking. I would've split it fair—"

"That why you shot Bob and Nash in the back while their guns were still holstered?"

Floyd's smile twitched. "They wanted more than their share. Drew first."

Jaune's eyes narrowed. "Funny. Their pieces were still snapped in when we found the bodies."

Floyd shrugged. "I would've shared with you, Jaune. Even Old Man Rooster. But you had to be high and mighty."

"If you want revenge, take it on me," Jaune said. "Leave my team out of it."

Pyrrha stepped forward. "Jaune, no—"

Floyd's eyes gleamed. "Oh, I intend to. But first… some fun."

A tiny pink fairy no bigger than a firefly shot from his pupil, zipped across twenty yards, and dove straight into Pyrrha's ear.

Pyrrha's body locked rigid. Milo snapped into rifle mode and pressed under her own chin.

"PYRRHA!" Jaune roared.

She fought it, veins bulging. "I—I can't stop—!"

Three weapons trained on Floyd in an instant.

Floyd cackled. "Finally perfected my Semblance. Little thing called Lover's Fairies. Range is miles. Gets in the brain. I can make her pull the trigger… or just scramble the eggs and leave her smiling and drooling."

He made Pyrrha cock the rifle.

Jaune's voice cracked. "What do you want?!"

"I want you to suffer, Jaune Arc. And this?" He gestured at Pyrrha. "This is leverage."

He forced Pyrrha to grab Jaune by the collar and kiss him hard. Both went wide-eyed. Floyd howled with laughter.

"Figured you two do that all the time anyway. She looks like a slut."

Ren physically hauled Nora back before Magnhild could turn Floyd into modern art.

Floyd wiped a tear. "Here's how this works, Jaune. You do whatever I say, whenever I say it. Or the Invincible Girl paints the street with her brains. Deal?"

Jaune's voice dropped to a whisper. "Ren. Nora. Find a way to fix this. I'll buy time."

Ren's eyes were steel. "We will."

Pyrrha's voice shook. "I'll hold on."

Nora growled, but nodded.

Jaune faced Floyd. "Fine. You've got your hostage. Let's get this over with."

Floyd's grin was pure poison. "Excellent."

What followed was three hours of living hell.

Floyd made Jaune lie face-down in the street while he used Jaune's back as a footrest, sipping whiskey and telling the gathering crowd exactly how Jaune had "betrayed" him.

Next, Floyd whistled up three drunk ranch hands who still nursed a grudge from the old cattle-drive days. "Five hundred lien and you can beat him all you like! He'll keep his Aura down just for you!"

They took turns. Fists, elbows, a knee to the ribs that cracked something. Jaune coughed blood into the dust and didn't make a sound. Pyrrha's knuckles went white on Milo, tears of pure rage in her eyes, but the rifle never left her skin.

He forced Jaune to walk into the general store, stuff his pockets with candy and liquor, and walk out without paying while the shopkeeper watched in horror.

Then came the public apology. Floyd dragged Jaune to the center of town, forced him to his knees, and made him recite:

"I, Jaune Arc, am a thief, a liar, and a coward. I betrayed my friends and deserve everything I get."

Every word tasted like rust, but Jaune said them loud and clear while Floyd's fairy kept Pyrrha's rifle pressed to her own temple.

Floyd even made him dance—actually dance—a clumsy, stumbling jig in the middle of the street while the bandit clapped and laughed until he wheezed.

Through all of it, Jaune's eyes never left Pyrrha's. A silent promise in every bruise, every drop of blood: We'll get through this.

Ren and Nora worked in the shadows the whole time. Ren's Aura senses were very keen. He studied every bit of the Aura link of the Semblance, every time Floyd made Pyrrha do something. Nora was grim, chomping at the bit, but she let Ren work on it. She stayed silent.

Every time Jaune hesitated, Floyd twitched a finger and Pyrrha's rifle barrel dug deeper into her own chin.

But Ren and Nora kept working. They waited… Waited for just the right moment. Jaune spotted them as they hid behind a small wagon near Pyrrha.

"Hey, Jauney-Boy!" Floyd giggled. He tossed a Dust Grenade up and down in his hand. "You got a choice: You take the grenade blast… Or your slut does. What'll it be?"

Jaune grit his teeth as Pyrrha's eyes widened in horror.

"Jaune, no-!"

"Don't make a sound, Pyrrha," he stated angrily. "Not a damn word!"

She glanced at him, followed his eyes… And slowly nodded.

He took a deep breath and glared at Floyd.

"Fine," Jaune grunted. He walked away from it, keeping Floyd's eyes on him. He held his arms out. "Go right ahead."

Floyd grinned, tugging the pin and tossing the grenade at Jaune. A large explosion went off, blowing Jaune off his feet and slamming him into the dirt. The force of the blast knocked the wagon over, as Floyd cackled.

Pyrrha grit her teeth, tried not to cry out as she threw herself behind the overturned wagon. She looked up into Ren's eyes.

The green glad ninja pressed both palms to Pyrrha's temples, his Semblance pouring calm like ice water over her emotions, dulling her Aura just enough to interfere with Floyd's connection to his Semblance.

Nora's grenade produced a single, low-yield lightning round. She jammed the barrel against Pyrrha's ear and whispered, "Sorry, bestie."

CRACK!

A bolt of pink lightning shot out of Pyrrha's ear as the fairy inside flash-fried.

Pyrrha dropped to one knee, gasping, free.

Floyd's eyes widened as he felt his fairy die. He spun around, glaring at the overturned wagon. "You little-!"

He tried to spawn another fairy.

Jaune, bloody, bruised, and furious, got up, drew his sidearm and shot the new fairy out of the air before it could clear three feet.

Floyd went for his revolver.

A bronze blur later, Akoúo̱ slammed into his wrist and sent the gun spinning into the dirt.

Pyrrha Nikos, eyes burning, stepped forward.

"My turn."

The beatdown was biblical.

Nora brought the hammer down (literally). Ren delivered precise, surgical strikes that would ensure Floyd felt every one for weeks. Pyrrha beat the shit out of him, breaking his limbs and jaw, before she finished it with a single, contemptuous backhand that sent Floyd face-first into a water trough. His face broke it in half, and left him a soaked, broken mess.

Jaune staggered over to the nearest porch, and sat down. He was bruised, bleeding, and grinning like an idiot.

Pyrrha knelt beside him, gently touching his split lip.

"You okay?"

He laughed, hoarse but genuine. "Never better."

Nora whooped, pumping Magnhild in the air. "That's what you get for messing with our fearless leader!"

Ren allowed himself the tiniest smile. "And our Pyrrha."

Floyd groaned from the trough, half-drowned.

Pyrrha, hands trembling, cupped Jaune's bruised face.

"Jaune… thank you. You went through hell for me."

He looked at her, eyes soft despite everything.

"Pyrrha." His voice was hoarse, but steady as bedrock. "I was never going to stop. Not until you were safe. Not ever."

She stared at him, tears finally spilling over.

Then she kissed him—gentle, desperate, tasting of dust and relief and everything they hadn't said yet.

Balorak146 · 2026-05-29T03:22:06+0100

Your first mistake was letting him live the first time. You proceeded to compound on that mistake by letting him today.

Fool you once, shame on them. Fool you twice...

Phillip_II_of_Macedon · 2026-05-29T04:04:00+0100

Balorak146 said:
Your first mistake was letting him live the first time. You proceeded to compound on that mistake by letting him today.

Fool you once, shame on them. Fool you twice...

I'm reasonably confident that Nora will double back around and kill this guy once Jaune and Pyrrha have their moment. She's enough of an Arkos shipper that she just doesn't want to interrupt their big moment with a public execution via invoking the chunky sala rule on Floyd's head with a single swing of her mighty hammer.
Or perhaps JNPR will haul him off to jail now that he has been rendered unconscious with more broken than intact bones. Jaune is more of a John Wayne cowboy than a Clint Eastwood cowboy.