[RWBY] RWBY Shorts

[ThunderBasilisk]

Yeah that's a monthly battleground I'd wish on no man. Be even worse with huntresses having access to aura.

 

[GrimmKenway8646]

That and common sense, but that's another story.

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Are you sure? Considering how stubborn those two are?

Still, happy that they are prepared for womanhood.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Jaune pushed open the door to the JNPR dorm with Mia riding high on his shoulders, her little hands tangled in his hair like she was steering a very blond airship.

"So, sweetie," he asked, grinning up at her, "what was the best part of daycare today?"

Mia leaned forward, ears perked, eyes shining. "That the Starlight Rangers are awesome heroes who beat up Grimm monsters with sparkly laser guns and friendship!"

Jaune laughed, the sound warm and easy. "Haha! They absolutely are. Best heroes ever."

She patted his head proudly. "I'm gonna be the Pink Ranger when I grow up!"

"You'll be the best Pink Ranger Remnant's ever seen," he promised, stepping into the common room.

And froze.

The place looked like a minor war zone. Smoke still curled lazily from the kitchenette, the fire alarm was giving one last pathetic beep, and three very professional firefighters were packing up their gear while Professor Goodwitch stood in the middle of it all, telekinetically rearranging scorched pots and pans back into some semblance of order.

Weiss and Pyrrha—both wearing slightly singed aprons—spun around at the sound of the door, faces lighting up like they'd been waiting all day.

"Jaune! You're back!" Weiss said, a little too brightly, brushing flour off her sleeve.

Pyrrha's smile was softer, relieved. "It's so great to see you."

Nora, perched on the couch, threw her hands up. "I tried to stop them, Jaune-Jaune! I swear!"

Ren, calmly sipping tea beside her, didn't even look up. "Unsuccessfully."

Nora scowled at him.

Jaune carefully lifted Mia down, setting her on the floor where she immediately toddled toward the least smoky corner to investigate. "What… happened?"

Pyrrha fidgeted with her apron strings. "Um… w-well, we… wanted to try making dinner for a change."

Weiss lifted her chin, defiant. "You always do most of the cooking! Well, you and Xiao-Long."

Jaune nodded, still dazed. "Oh yeah. Yang does a good job. Her spicy noodles are great! Mia loves them!"

Weiss and Pyrrha both bristled in perfect unison, a tiny storm cloud of competitive energy crackling between them.

Pyrrha cleared her throat. "So we thought we'd make you—I mean, all of us—a nice, simple dinner."

Weiss gestured grandly toward the kitchen. "Steak and potatoes with a side salad. Elegant, nutritious, perfectly balanced."

Pyrrha nodded enthusiastically. "Beef noodles with pork buns! Hearty, comforting, traditional!"

The room went very quiet.

Weiss turned slowly. "…Wait. That's what you were trying to make?!"

Pyrrha's cheeks went scarlet. "I-I thought I was following your lead!"

Jaune exhaled, long and slow, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's all right, both of you. Nobody's hurt, and—" He glanced over at the kitchenette, where Glynda was waving her riding crop like a conductor's baton, scorched cabinets slotting neatly back into place. "—look! Professor Goodwitch is fixing everything up."

The firefighters tipped their helmets respectfully and filed out, one of them muttering something about "student experiments" under his breath.

Glynda finished with a final flick of her wrist, the last wisp of smoke vanishing into nothing. She turned, expression as stern as ever, but her eyes softened the moment they landed on Mia, who had wandered over and was now staring up at her with unabashed awe.

"Miss Schnee. Miss Nikos." Glynda's voice could have frozen a Grimm. "No more cooking except under strict supervision."

Weiss and Pyrrha both snapped to attention. "Yes, ma'am."

Glynda's gaze shifted to Jaune. "Mister Arc. I will be joining you for dinner tonight."

Jaune straightened automatically. "Yes, ma'am."

She paused, then added, almost gently, "And I'm holding Mia in my lap."

Jaune's smile was instant and genuine. "Of course, ma'am. No problem at all."

Mia, who had been listening with great interest, tugged on Glynda's skirt. "Do you like Starlight Rangers too?"

Glynda's stern facade cracked—just a little—as she reached down and lifted the little girl into her arms. "I've been known to appreciate a well-coordinated team."

Mia beamed and promptly began explaining the entire season finale plot, complete with hand gestures. Glynda smiled softly and nodded along.

Jaune exhaled.

Well, it's a small price to pay to avoid expulsion...