[RWBY] RWBY Shorts

[JerkRyanShadowWanker]

Who Hazel Really is

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Don't insult Jigsaw like that, Jigsaw's motivation was coherent even if he wasn't sane. Hazel just stupid.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

A few prompts:

-Childhood Friends of Jaune Ideas: Velvet, Coco, Sun, Mercury, Roman and Neo.

-Jaune Arc, Single Father ideas:

>Jaune dyes his hair due to losing a bet and Mia hates it.

>The girls decide they will compete for Jaune's attention at the dance.

>Pyrrha asks Arslan, her old rival, for help in being more assertive with Jaune. Alas, now Arslan is interested in him.

>Mia learns Faunus history from Arslan and Velvet and now she's mad with Blake.

>Blake asks her mother for advice on getting Jaune's attention.

>Raven pops in to watch Yang and Ruby... And Mia stumbles upon her.

-Based on Final Fantasy 16, Jaune has the Alexander (Holy Element) Summon sealed inside of him as a child... But it doesn't come out until Initiation. This is why Isabel wanted him to have a peaceful life.

Ruby though is very happy! She also has a Summon sealed inside her. Which one would fit her?

 

[AndrewJTalon]

The Star Maiden Garden was quiet and overgrown, full of crumbling stone ruins and wildflowers. It was technically off-limits for unaccompanied children, but Mia had wandered just far enough during recess to end up there, staying within bounds.



She wasn't going to wander out to get eaten by a Grimm... But those pretty purple flowers were so neat!



She was crouched beside a patch of the pretty purple flowers when a soft rustle made her look up.



A tall woman with long black hair and striking red eyes stepped out from behind a ruined pillar. Raven Branwen froze the moment she saw the small blonde Faunus girl staring at her with wide, curious eyes.



Mia tilted her head. "You look like Auntie Yang. Are you her mom?"



Raven was silent for a long moment. Then she gave one stiff nod.



Mia's ears perked up. "Why aren't you around? Auntie Yang misses you."



Raven crossed her arms. "I have important work to do."



"What kind of work?"



"I'm not telling you."



"Why?"



"It's a secret."



Mia crossed her arms right back, frowning. "That's dumb."



Raven's eyes narrowed. "You're lucky I don't feed you to the Grimm, brat."



Mia's lower lip wobbled instantly. Tears welled up, and she started crying in earnest.



Raven's tough exterior cracked almost immediately.



"Hey— wait, I didn't mean it. Stop crying."



Mia sniffled, looking up at her with big, watery eyes. "Do you mean it?"



Raven sighed, rubbing her temple. "…No. Just stop crying."



Mia wiped her eyes and smiled again. "Your sword is really cool."



Raven glanced down at her blade. "It was my father's."



"My papa has a cool sword too! I want one when I get older!"



Raven snorted. "Good for you."



Mia tilted her head. "Why don't you get Auntie Yang a sword? So she knows you care."



Raven paused. "I show I care in other ways."



"Like what?"



Raven sighed, looking almost tired. "By protecting her. And Ruby."



Mia frowned. "Why not hug them? Or be with them?"



Raven smirked faintly. "You're a wordy little brat, aren't you?"



Mia stuck her tongue out. "I wanna know! I really love Auntie Yang and want her to be my mom!"



Raven's expression flickered. She opened her mouth to respond when Yang's voice rang out from the path.



"Mia!"



Yang, Ruby, Weiss, and Blake came storming up, looking equal parts worried and annoyed.



"Mia, you can't keep wandering off like this!" Yang scolded, scooping her up.



Ruby nodded. "We were so worried!"



Weiss crossed her arms. "This is the second time this week!"



Blake sighed. "You promised you'd stay with the group."



Mia pointed over her shoulder. "Sorry! I was talking to Auntie Yang's mom! She can tell you all about it! I was super safe with her!"



They all turned.



A large black raven sat on a ruined wall, tilting its head before letting out a loud caw and flying off into the trees.



Yang sighed, hugging Mia tighter. "That's just a regular raven, kiddo."



Mia frowned. "No, it was her! I promise! She must have turned into the bird!"



Ruby smiled gently. "Come on, let's get you back to the others."



As they walked away, Mia scowled at the spot where the bird had been.



The raven circled once overhead before disappearing into the forest.



"Meanie bird Mom," Mia muttered.



She would get even with her!

 

[ThunderBasilisk]

She would get even with her!

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Que her show convincing her to seduce her papa for whatever reason.

 

[ExFelineServer3]

…I'm afraid of what could possibly transpire next.

 

[Bommel]

-Jaune Arc, Single Father ideas:

>Jaune dyes his hair due to losing a bet and Mia hates it.

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Or Mia dyes her own hair with hairchalk (the kind specifically meant for kids),
My 5 year old niece got some with her pocket money and all the other kids in her class were absolutely entranced.
She also ran around happily with her 4 to 6 pink-ish streaks in her hair, showing everyone how pretty it looked.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

"The King Still Breathes"

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The training mission had turned into hell.

The Nevermore's screech tore through the canopy like a blade as it flew down upon them. Jaune's team—his new team—was scattered across three different ledges after the cliffside collapsed. Ruby was pinned under a fallen tree with her scythe jammed. Weiss was trying to glyph herself free while a pack of Beowolves closed in. Blake had already used her last Dust round. Yang's gauntlets were sparking, one barrel cracked. Nora and Ren were fighting frantically against a veritable herd of Boarbatusk, while Pyrrha was fighting valiantly against several Ursa.

And Jaune? Jaune was on his knees in the mud, one hand clutching the old leather satchel he'd smuggled from the Arc farmhouse. Inside were a few smooth, fist-sized spheres of black crystal veined with glowing gold. Grandpa Shirou had called them "the old man's last mistakes." Grandma Arturia had only ever said, "They are not toys, Jaune. They are older than kingdoms."

He'd never been able to make them do anything. Yet he couldn't get rid of them.

A Beowolf lunged for Ruby.

Jaune's hand closed around one of the spheres without thinking.

"Please," he whispered, voice cracking. "I don't care if it kills me. Just—give me something. Anything. I can't— I can't lose them. I can't be useless again—"

The sphere flared.

Not with Aura. Not with Dust. Something older. The air itself seemed to burn. A single vertical slit of molten gold opened inside the crystal—an eye the in his mind seemed the size of a cathedral window—and looked straight through him.

It saw every insecure thought. Every time he'd lied on his transcripts. Every time he'd swung Crocea Mors and felt like a child playing with his father's sword. Every night he'd cried in the bathroom at Beacon because he was terrified he was the weak link that would get his team killed.

The eye considered.

Hm… You'll do.

The words weren't heard. They were felt—a voice like mountains cracking and oceans boiling, ancient and amused and terrible... Yet kind.

The sphere detonated into pure light.

A roar shook the entire forest. Trees exploded outward in a perfect circle. The Nevermore that had been diving for the kill banked hard, wings beating in sudden animal panic.

From the pillar of golden fire rose Bahamut.

Not a Grimm. Not an airship. A dragon the size of a small mountain, scales like living sapphire and gold, wings that blotted out the rising sun. His eyes were the same burning vertical slits that had judged Jaune's soul. When he opened his jaws, the air itself ignited.

The Beowolves didn't even have time to scream.

A single breath from the dragon turned the entire pack into glowing ash, along with the rest of the Grimm closing on them.

The Nevermore tried to flee. Bahamut's tail flicked once. The giant bird detonated mid-air in a rain of burning feathers.

Then the King of Dragons looked down at the tiny, muddy, shaking boy still clutching the cracked remains of the sphere.

The great head lowered until one burning eye was level with Jaune's face. For a moment the entire forest was silent except for the crackle of burning wood and the distant sound of Ruby whispering, "What the hell—"

Bahamut's voice rolled through Jaune's bones like thunder wrapped in velvet.

"You are no hero yet, little king. But you carry the blood and heart of kings. That is enough. For now."

The dragon's form dissolved into rivers of golden light that poured back into the sphere—now warm and pulsing in Jaune's hand like a second heartbeat. The other two spheres in the satchel answered, glowing in sympathy.

Then he was just Jaune again. Kneeling in the mud. Covered in ash. Surrounded by his teammates and friends, staring at him like he'd grown a second head.

Ruby's silver eyes were the size of dinner plates. "Jaune… did you just… summon a dragon?!"

Weiss looked like she was experiencing every emotion at once and had settled on "deeply offended that the universe had not informed her of this earlier."

Pyrrha stepped toward him slowly, Miló still in hand.

"Jaune… what was that? Are you hurt?"

Nora was practically vibrating, Magnhild slung over one shoulder, pink eyes sparkling with manic glee.

"JAUNE YOU SUMMONED A DRAGON! A REAL ONE! IT BREATHED FIRE AND HAD A VOICE AND IT CALLED YOU LITTLE KING AND THEN IT JUST POOFED BACK INTO THE ROCK AND— CAN WE DO IT AGAIN?! PLEASE SAY WE CAN DO IT AGAIN!!"

Ren stood a little apart, StormFlower lowered, his usual calm expression cracked by the faintest widening of his eyes. He studied the sphere in Jaune's hand with quiet intensity.

Blake's ears were flat against her head. Yang was grinning like it was her birthday and someone had delivered her a tank.

Jaune stared at the sphere in his hand. It was cool again. Silent. But he could still feel it—them—watching. Waiting.

He swallowed.

"I… think I just became the world's most overqualified battery."