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[RWBY] RWBY Shorts

The Arc Clan: Yang and Ruby's Aunt Xianpu (Final) New
Yang lounged in her infirmary bed, a patchwork of bruises and bandages doing little to dim her smirk as she eyed Jaune next door. For once, he was the one laid up—and grinning like he'd just won the lottery. The sterile scent of antiseptic hung in the air, undercut by the faint tick of a wall clock, counting down to whatever fresh hell was about to descend. Their spar had been a disaster for her: a ring-out after Jaune's cheeky distraction about her hair catching fire. But damn if it wasn't hilarious in hindsight.

"Geez… a ring-out, huh, Stud?" Yang teased, her lilac eyes sparkling despite the throb in her ribs.

Jaune rubbed his cheek nervously, sheepish but proud. "It was the only thing I could think of to beat you… I-I know it doesn't work in real life, and I still need to work on offense. Honestly, it should've been a draw—my Aura was this low—"

Yang reached over and bonked him on the head. "OW!"

"Enough of that," she said, smirking. "You won. Take the W."

Jaune smiled, soft and genuine. "...Thanks, Yang…"

"Seriously," Yang added, propping herself up. "I'm #2 in our grade. You're, what, bottom 2? Yet you still got the win. Just be happy, and someday you'll make it consistent."

Jaune's grin widened. "Thanks, Yang…"

"Seriously though," she said, narrowing her eyes playfully, "distracting me by saying my hair caught fire was a crap move. I'll punch you for that later."

Jaune gulped. "Yeah…"

"I'd be doing a lot worse if you'd actually hit me with that Aura Slash," Yang said, eyebrow arched as though she could read his mind. "Where'd you learn that?"

"Aunt Mordred and Nana Arturia," Jaune replied. "They'll teach you too if you ask."

Yang snorted. "Yeah, me with the sword I always carry around, going to be doing soooo many slashes."

"You can also send out Aura pulses," Jaune said with a grin, "Like you can punch from across the room."

Yang considered the possibilities and winked at him.

"Well, as my fiancée, I suppose I should learn the family techniques."

Jaune gave her a wry look.

Yang continued, batting her lashes. "Oh, of course, dear hubby. Once we're out of here, maybe you can let me have a swing with your family sword—we can go a round or two. Maybe you could even slay the mighty dragon of Beacon."

Jaune blushed beet red. "S-Seriously! Bad enough Blake pulled that! You have to keep it up?! All my relatives think I'm a playboy!" he groaned.

Yang's grin sharpened. "I'm sorry, what did Blake do…?" She narrowed her eyes. "Jaune, what did she do?"

Jaune sighed, rubbing his face. "Her aunt showed up and she claimed I was her fiancé… and that I'd gotten her pregnant. Ahem…"

"Wait, what?! Lilac wasn't teasing?!" Yang demanded.

Jaune shook his head. Yang's eyes glowed red.

"Is she?" Yang asked, voice dangerously low.

"Is she wha-Pregnant?!" Jaune yelped. "What?! NO! She's crazy, you all know that!"

"Good," Yang said, cracking her knuckles. "So I won't feel bad for punching a pregnant woman."

Jaune leaned back and shrugged, less tense. He smiled at her.

"Well… if it helps," Jaune said, "my fake engagement with you means way more to me than my fake one with her."

Yang blushed, cooing despite herself. "Aww, that's so sweet… We are definitely going to find a way to break that engagement."

Jaune sighed again. "Bad enough Pyrrha…"

Jaune gulped as Yang turned her glare back on him.

"What?"

"Um, well, her aunt kind of… sort of… demanded I take her on a date? Or she'd stab me?"

"Her too?!" Yang groaned.

The door burst open, and Ruby bounded in with a big, happy smile. "Hey, guys!"

"Hey!" Jaune said.

"Yo," Yang added.

"So… Pyrrha is uh…" Ruby started, just as a few battered upperclassmen shuffled in, guided by a smiling Pyrrha.

"Sorry," Pyrrha said sweetly. "They insinuated that Yang went down to Jaune for… uncouth reasons. And then they fell down some stairs." The upperclassmen nodded hurriedly.

Nora hefted her hammer. "Yeah! STAIRS!"

Ren coughed politely.

"Aww, that's so sweet," Yang said. "Thanks for not letting your aunt stab my fiancé, by the way. Means a lot."

Pyrrha flushed, scowling at Yang.

Jaune scowled, disapproving. "Guys…"

Nora blinked. "Ummm… I mean, they implied you were also doing 'uncouth' things with the other girls. And said your sister was super hot!"

Jaune stilled, his face like stone. "...Did they?"

One of the upperclassmen coughed and spoke quickly.

"Y-yeah! She was really hot, bro! The hottest!"

Jaune's glare became so intense the upperclassmen shrank back. Yang joined him, her smile savage.

"…What stairs did you say they fell down again?" She asked.

The upperclassmen shrank back. Jaune then took a deep breath.

"No, no," Jaune said, voice steel. "One set of stairs is enough. But if they talk like that again… we'll have to find the stairs again. Make sure they can go down them safely."

The upperclassmen nodded frantically and retreated. Weiss and Blake entered, Weiss sighing dramatically.

"It was not for your sake, Arc," Weiss said. "I believe ruffians deserve to be taught manners."

"Ah… hello, Jaune. My beloved. How are you doing?" Blake purred, sitting on his lap.

"Ack! Blake!" Jaune cried.

"Stuff it, cat," Yang snapped. "We all know it's fake."

Blake coughed.

"Well... I could change that-"

"No!" Jaune said quickly. Blake looked a bit hurt and slid off his lap. "I mean... It's just for your parents, right?"

"R-Right... Still... We could practice," Blake suggested, her voice again soft and sultry.

Ruby growled, her cheeks red.

"Blake! Stop being all weird and horny!"

Yang's Semblance flickered, her hair igniting slightly. Pyrrha's eyes narrowed.

"I wonder… do cats always land on their feet?" Yang mused. "Weiss, you know where the stairs are, right?"

Nora grinned and waved her hand eagerly.

"Ooh! Ooh! Can I play fake fiancée to Jaune next?! Looks like fun!"

Ren twitched. Jaune held up his hands immediately.

"NORA! I would never!"

Ren immediately relaxed. Nora giggled and playfully punched Jaune's shoulder, which made him wince.

"I was just kidding, ya silly! Hee! Now… maybe if you and Ren fused…"

Yang grinned.

"I mean, I guess sharing with Nora isn't the worst then…"

Weiss sighed, glaring at Jaune. "You're an agent of absolute chaos."

"Me?!"

"Guys, we appreciate the visit," Yang said pointedly at Blake and Pyrrha, "but my fiancé and I need rest. So could you give us some space?"

CRASH! A wall exploded inward, dust and debris flying as a beautiful, stacked woman with light purple hair in a flowing Mistralian dress burst through dramatically.

"NEE HAO!" She declared, striking a pose.

Weiss, Blake, Pyrrha and Ren all reached for their weapons, while Nora grinned. Ruby and Jaune gasped as Yang groaned.

"AUNTIE SHAMPOO?!" Ruby cried.

Shampoo beamed. "RUBY!" She swept Ruby into a bone-crushing hug.

"Oh no… Auntie Shampoo," Yang groaned, slumping back.

Weiss rolled her eyes.

"So it's not just Arc with the weird family members."

Blake nodded.

"Yeah… with the Schnees, it's you."

Weiss flushed.

"SHUT UP!"

Shampoo released Ruby from her hug, her violet eyes narrowing with concern as she turned to Yang. "Oh! Sorry! How you get injured?" She rummaged in her satchel and thrust a glowing vial at her. "Here! Potion! Alleviate pain!"Yang took it offhandedly, popping the cork and downing a swig. She instantly felt better and she smiled at her aunt.

"Spar with my fiancé…" Her eyes widened. Oh crap!

Shampoo's head snapped up. "FIANCE?!"

Ruby winced and laughed awkwardly.

"Ummmm…"

Weiss smirked, relishing the chaos. "Oh yes… I suppose she didn't tell you."

Yang stammered, her face heating up. "I-uh…"

Pyrrha and Blake both twitched. Their glares could've melted steel. Ren hid a smirk.

Nora, oblivious and beaming, pointed dramatically at Jaune. "YEAH! That's her fiancé right there! My team leader, Jaune!"

Jaune waved weakly.

"U-Uh… hello, ma'am?"

"Didn't Granny Xiao-Long tell you?" Weiss added mercilessly.

"Weiss!" Ruby hissed.

Shampoo scowled, stalking over to Jaune's bed like a predator sizing up prey. She poked him hard in the ribs.

"Ow!" Jaune yelped, flinching.

"AUNTIE! Leave him alone!" Yang barked, sitting up despite her bruises.

"Yeah!" Ruby chimed in, puffing out her chest. "He's my best friend! And maybe my fian-"

"AND NOTHING MORE!" Yang added hastily, her cheeks flaming.

"He could be!" Ruby growled.

Shampoo gave Jaune a very skeptical look, her eyes sharp as knives.

"Hmmmm… He any good?"

Yang shrugged, playing it cool(ish).

"Well, he beat me, soooo…"

"And he's a very good team leader!" Pyrrha added, gaining a smile from Jaune. She blushed happily, disregarding the irritated looks she got from Yang, Blake and Ruby.

Weiss nodded.

"He's in the bottom quarter of the class and a near complete loser… but he did manage to defeat Yang."

Jaune winced. Yang scowled.

"Ok, Weiss Cream," Yang drawled, her lilac eyes glinting, "that first part was unnecessary."

Blake scowled harder, her ears twitching under her bow like they were about to launch. Pyrrha's smile was a bit tense.

Weiss huffed, chin high.

"It's very necessary!"

Yang smirked, leaning in. "Weiss, you almost lose to him every time, and you've had years of training. He just tanks everything you throw at him."

Shampoo considered this, while Weiss sputtered. "I don't ALMOST lose! Especially not to the Deadlast!"

"You really do," Pyrrha observed.

Weiss scowled.

Shampoo tilted her head curiously. "What? He dead last and work his way up?"

Jaune straightened, cheeks flushing but voice steady. "Y-Yes, ma'am! I… I wasn't very good to start, but I've put a lot of effort into getting better and my friends help me a lot!"

Shampoo tilted her head.

"Why?"

Jaune met her gaze, earnest as ever.

"Because I… I want to be a great Huntsman. Like my parents. And to protect people."

Shampoo hummed. "Hmmm…"

She circled Jaune again, then nodded approvingly.

"Good person."

Yang beamed, waving her off. "See? Good person. Stop poking him now, Auntie."

Shampoo poked his cheek one last time. She raised an eyebrow.

"He goof."

"Wow, she's good!" Nora gasped. Jaune coughed, but shrugged.

"…Yes…"

Shampoo hummed and smiled fondly.

"Like my brother," she added.

Jaune blinked. "I uh…"

Ruby tilted her head, silver eyes sparkling. "Huh! He is a little like Dad…"

Oh Breaker, Yang thought, freezing. If they say I have a complex

Blake smirked, catching Yang's panic… And blushing a bit, since she was into that sort of thing.

Jaune, oblivious, sputtered: "I-I wouldn't know… But I hope it's a good thing?"

Shampoo nodded sagely.

"Good! Marry boy like good dad, have good marriage. Marry boy like bad dad, have bad marriage." She sighed dramatically.

"Marry idiot jerk, have idiotic jerk marriage," she added, bitter and unhappy.

Yang blinked, then snorted. "I… guess that checks out?"

Shampoo nodded and beamed.

"Strong aura! Good heart! Beat strongest warrior? Very good!" She grinned, slapping Jaune on the back hard enough to rattle his IV stand. "You marry Yang! Then Ruby too!"

Jaune gaped. "Ghk—! W-what?!"

"YAY!" Ruby cheered.

"Over my dead body, Auntie!" Yang snarled. Ruby scowled.

"Yaaang!"

Pyrrha's hand twitched toward Milo. "I… second that."

Blake's ears flattened. "Third."

Nora grinned.

"Fourth! Wait, can I be fifth? Group hug marriage sounds amazing! But only if Renny is involved!"

Ren just sighed.

"Nora…"

The door—the actual door—burst open with a bang, and Glynda Goodwitch stormed in, riding crop in hand, her glasses flashing with fury.

"What the—MRS. SAOTOME! What are you doing?! Are you aware we have DOORS?!"

Shampoo spun, grinning like a cat with cream. "Hello, Unmarried Professor."

Glynda twitched angrily. Shampoo's grin grew just a bit.

"You fix everything, don't you?" Shampoo teased, hands on hips. "Hmph!"

Glynda's eye twitched harder, her voice a whip-crack.

"…I believe you'll be leaving with your family members before I make MORE holes I'll have to fix."

Shampoo started forward, muscles flexing—then sighed, slumping playfully.

"…Fine. We go." She scooped Ruby into a hug, spinning her once. She then hugged Yang again. "Little Red Reaper! Little Dragon! Visit soon! Bring husband-candidate!"

She winked at Jaune, who turned beet red.

Ruby squealed.

"Yay! Bye, Auntie Shampoo!"

"S-Sure!" Yang managed.

Shampoo blew kisses to everyone—lingering extra long on Jaune—then vaulted out the window anyway, because doors were for amateurs. Glass shattered faintly outside, followed by a cheerful "NEE HAO!" echoing across campus.

Glynda pinched her nose, aura flaring to seal the wall again. She glared at Jauen and Yang.

"Arc… Xiao Long… Rest. Or I'll make you."

"Yes ma'am," the students chorused. Glynda turned and stalked out angrily. Nora pouted.

"Aww, group hug over already? Next time, I crash through the wall!"

Ren just sighed.
 
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Future Whitley and Ruby New
The training hall at Beacon was quiet after curfew, moonlight spilling through the high windows like spilled milk. Most of the dummies were already in pieces; the only thing still standing was the man who had done it.

Whitley Schnee (older, harder, white coat scorched black at the hem) stood with Myrtenaster sheathed at his hip and a black glyph spinning slowly at his feet. In its center hovered a translucent figure in red: cloak tattered, scythe resting across her shoulders, silver eyes dim but unmistakable.

Ruby Rose. Not quite the girl who was currently sneaking cookies from the cafeteria. This one was older, tired, smiling the way people do when they've already said goodbye.

Young Ruby stood in the doorway, half-hidden behind the frame, clutching a plate of chocolate chip like a shield. She had followed the sound of weapons fire. She hadn't expected this.

The summon noticed her first. Ghost-Ruby's head tilted, expression softening in a way that made present-Ruby's heart stutter.

Whitley didn't turn around.

"She's beautiful when she fights," he said to the empty air. His voice was hoarse, like he hadn't used it for anything but screaming in years. "Even like this. Especially like this."

The glyph pulsed. The summon knelt, scythe dissolving into cherry blossoms that drifted upward and vanished.

Young Ruby took one careful step inside. "So… um… you and the… the future me fight really, really well together."

Whitley's shoulders rose and fell. "Yes."

"You two have a lot of practice, huh?"

A humourless sound, almost a laugh. "Yes."

Ruby bit her lip hard enough to leave crescents. "You look…" She searched for a gentle word and couldn't find one. "You look like my dad does when he talks about my mom."

Whitley finally faced her. The scar across his left cheek, white hair hacked short with a knife, eyes the same icy blue they'd always been but cracked all the way through.

"Right," he said.

Ruby's voice dropped to a whisper. "I… You must not want to be around me, huh?"

He closed his eyes. For a moment he looked twenty years older than he was. "It's complicated."

"I'll bet."

She hesitated only a second longer, then crossed the floor in a rush and wrapped her arms around his waist like she could squeeze the grief out of him.

Whitley stiffened. "You don't have to—"

"Oh yes I do," Ruby said fiercely into his coat. "Shut up and let me hug you."

"You don't get to tell me what to—"

"Tough! I'm not letting go."

He tried one more time, weaker. "Stubborn brat."

"No you."

The fight leaked out of him all at once. His head bowed, forehead pressing to the top of her hair. One gloved hand came up, trembling, and settled on her back as though she were made of glass.

Behind them, the summon watched with that same small, sad smile. She lifted a hand in silent blessing, then faded into red light that soaked into Whitley's glyph and was gone.
Ruby felt warm tears that weren't hers soak into her hood.

"I killed her," Whitley whispered against her hair, so quietly she almost missed it. "She asked me to. Said it was the only way to save what was left. I… I put my sword through her heart and burned the body so Salem's dogs couldn't have it."

Ruby's arms tightened.

"I see her every time I close my eyes," he went on, voice splintering. "Every time I summon her she looks at me like she's proud. Like I did the right thing. I don't know how she still looks at me like that."

Ruby pulled back just far enough to meet his eyes. "Because she loved you, dummy. And love doesn't stop just because you're an idiot who did something horrible to save the world."

He laughed then, a cracked, wet sound, and pressed his face into her shoulder again so she wouldn't see him cry.

Ruby held on. Cookies forgotten on the floor, moonlight catching on silver eyes, one pair bright and alive, the other only memory.

Somewhere in the distance, Beacon's bell tower chimed two in the morning. Neither of them moved.
 
How we look at Jaune
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You have a Tank/Healer and don't abuse his powers?
Fake Gamers all of you!

Every Single Time Traveler looking at the Headmaster and Councils
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is Ozma basically the Shadow King of Remnant as Ozpin?

the 4 types of Dragon Girl
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Be it Yang or her kids in the Stepsibling war timeline or Ruby getting an amp from the Brothers which design for a dragon girl is the best?
 
The training hall at Beacon was quiet after curfew, moonlight spilling through the high windows like spilled milk. Most of the dummies were already in pieces; the only thing still standing was the man who had done it.

Whitley Schnee (older, harder, white coat scorched black at the hem) stood with Myrtenaster sheathed at his hip and a black glyph spinning slowly at his feet. In its center hovered a translucent figure in red: cloak tattered, scythe resting across her shoulders, silver eyes dim but unmistakable.

Ruby Rose. Not quite the girl who was currently sneaking cookies from the cafeteria. This one was older, tired, smiling the way people do when they've already said goodbye.

Young Ruby stood in the doorway, half-hidden behind the frame, clutching a plate of chocolate chip like a shield. She had followed the sound of weapons fire. She hadn't expected this.

The summon noticed her first. Ghost-Ruby's head tilted, expression softening in a way that made present-Ruby's heart stutter.

Whitley didn't turn around.

I'm kind of just musing on future Whitley wondering why all these huntsmen keep dying on his doorstep and giving him their semblances.

Weiss: "Please...Whitley...you're our...only hoooOOOOOPE NO WAIT NOT THE WINDOW-"
Whitley: "Gods, first it was that crazy martyr leader of theirs, now my insane estranged sister. No means no!"

<Later>

Whitley: "I suppose it was, well, the complete lack of any marketable skillset that did it in. Weiss never really got over Winter hooking up with her, ugh, Knight Daddy either."
Weiss: *pale*
Whitley: "And Xiao-Long needed therapy from day one. Who goes on a drunken rampage of destruction just because they had a break-up? She had to be sedated with an elephant gun."
Yang: *eyes wide*
Whitley: "It's not like Belladonna and that monkey - Sun something - were any better. Menagerie actually had a coup after two months."
 

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