[RWBY] RWBY Shorts

[Sliverhero]

Here is part 2 of my ff7 inspired idea

SDC Research Facility — Atlas Sublevel 17

The air smelled of metal, frost, and sterilized fear. Rows of glass pods lined the chamber, each pulsing faintly with the same blue-white radiance that had been drawn from the northern tundra. Inside them, silhouettes twitched, breathed, and dreamed in liquid light.

Dr. Merlot stood before one of the pods, clipboard in hand, his smile razor-thin. "Subject A-07. Male. Faunus. Notable Aura compatibility. Psychological profile: violent tendencies, anti-human sentiment. Perfect instability for adaptation."

He tapped the glass. The body within floated still — a young man with crimson hair drifting like a flame through water. The bull's horns had been shaved down, half-hidden by bandages. Tubes traced veins of silver across his skin, feeding into the glowing veins that pulsed beneath.

"Adam Taurus," Merlot said softly. "Let's see if the light can tame the beast." A hum filled the room as the containment seals opened. The luminous liquid drained, leaving Adam gasping on the platform, his eyes snapping open — no longer red, but shimmering with fractured blue.

Technicians backed away as he collapsed, coughing. His voice came hoarse, hollow. "What… what did you do to me?" Merlot leaned down, expression almost paternal. "We improved you. You were lost, angry, broken. The light cleanses such impurities. How do you feel?"

Adam blinked. His heartbeat echoed — not in his chest, but everywhere. In the walls. In the hum of the machinery. In the light itself. "Calm," he said finally. Confused, but true. "I feel… calm."

"Excellent," Merlot murmured. "You'll serve the Company well. You'll protect, not destroy. You'll find meaning in your strength — purpose in your obedience."

Weeks passed. Adam healed, trained, obeyed. The hatred that once burned in him now flickered low, replaced by a strange serenity. He fought for the SDC's security forces — fast, efficient, unstoppable. They called him Project Dawn and Jacques? He was pleased.

The Company lavished their loyal subjects with luxury: personal quarters, new weapons, even artifical families crafted for morale stability. To the world, they were elite soldiers. To the SDC, they were living prototypes.

But sometimes, in his dreams, Adam heard the whispers again , the same voice that had called to Merlot in the cavern.
It repeats faintly "…create… serve… ascend…"

He would wake drenched in sweat, eyes flickering between blue and red. For a moment, the hatred returned, faint, fragile, human. Then it would fade, swallowed again by the light.

 

[Sliverhero]

Here is part 3 of my ff7 inspired idea.
Could go down two routes for this either down the path of sephorith or vincent
Now let's begin.

Atlas Research Transport — En Route to Facility S17

The hum of the engines drowned the boy's trembling breaths. Snow clung to his matted blond hair, melting into the collar of his torn coat. His wrists were bound, the cuffs biting into his skin. Across from him, Atlas soldiers sat in rigid silence — every chestplate marked with the Schnee crest, the symbol of power and purity.

Dr. Merlot sat opposite, tapping a stylus against his datapad with a patient rhythm. "You're fortunate, you know," he said conversationally, tone almost kind. "Most Faunus test subjects never make it to the lab. But you're an Arc. That name still carries weight."

This poor boy, Jaune on the verge of greatest if he doesnt know yet, met his gaze with defiant blue eyes that couldn't quite hide the fear beneath. Merlot smiled thinly. "Ansel, correct? That little hunting town? Your family's bred Huntsmen for generations, great reservoirs of Aura, even unawakened. A legacy made flesh."

Jaune's voice trembled. "Where are you taking me?" Merlot's eyes gleamed. "To your future, of course. Atlas rewards those who serve."
He leaned forward, voice lowering to a whisper. "But if you'd prefer, we could always bring in one of your sisters instead. The younger ones, perhaps? We have use for volunteers of your bloodline."

Jaune's heart lurched. "No! Leave them alone!"
Merlot smiled, a thin curve of triumph. "Then cooperate, and ensure they remain… untouched by progress."

The boy looked down, silent. His fists clenched until his knuckles bled. Merlot leaned back, satisfied. "Good lad. You've just saved them — for now." The transport rumbled on through the blizzard, toward a future written in steel and sorrow.


Atlas Research Facility S17 — Containment Wing

The facility breathed like a sleeping beast.
Pipes along the walls pulsed with cold blue light, feeding power to the sealed chambers below. As they dragged Jaune through the corridor, he glimpsed shadows through glass — bodies suspended in tanks, faces slack and eyes glowing faintly, like broken stars.

At the end of the hall waited Jacques Schnee, flanked by guards. His immaculate coat caught the sterile light as he regarded Jaune with disinterest, the way one might appraise livestock. "Small," Jacques observed. "You're certain this is the right specimen?"

Merlot's tone bordered on reverence. "Unawakened Aura, yes — but readings surpass all expectations. His potential is impressive. If the Light binds properly, we may see the first true fusion."

Jacques adjusted his tie, already turning away. "Then proceed. The Arc family should be proud their blood serves progress." "I just want to go home," Jaune whispered. Jacques didn't even glance back. "Progress doesn't need permission."

Testing Chamber — Project DAWN: Phase II

They strapped him down beneath a web of glass conduits filled with liquid light. The air buzzed with static, energy building until every surface thrummed. Assistants whispered as Merlot monitored the readings, a manic glint in his eyes. "Begin the infusion."

The first drop of light touched Jaune's skin — and he screamed. Golden Aura burst from him, raw and unrefined, colliding with the azure energy surging through the system. Sparks danced. Monitors exploded. The chamber filled with searing brilliance as gold and blue devoured one another.

"His Aura's rejecting it!" a technician cried.
"Let it!" Merlot shouted, leaning in. "The Light doesn't seek obedience — it seeks will!"
For a fleeting instant, the storm of energy took shape — wings of radiant gold unfurling behind the boy, a phantom echo of something greater. Then came the detonation, then the Light and finally the silence.



Observation Room — Time Unknown

When Jaune woke, everything was quiet.
Cracked glass glimmered above him like a shattered sky. His restraints were gone, but his body felt foreign, heavy, hollow, and bright. His veins pulsed faintly gold beneath the surface.
Behind the glass, Dr. Merlot watched, trembling in awe. "He survived. The Light didn't consume him, it chose him.This is it"

Jaune turned toward the window, eyes unfocused. "Who… am I?" Merlot smiled gently to him, the way a liar smiles at a child. "You are Jean," he said softly. "Subject DAWN-1. The first of a new kind of being, the bridge between humanity and the Light. My magnum opus"

The boy blinked, confusion clouding his gaze. His voice was barely a whisper. "Jean…"
Merlot nodded, the name already rewriting history. "Remember it well, my boy. The Arc line no longer exists. You belong to Atlas now."

Behind the reinforced glass, the heart of the facility pulsed once, deep and alive. The Light had found its vessel.


But Beneath the Silence…

Far beneath the layers of code and chemical sleep, something small stirred.
A distant memory, a laugh, a field, a promise whispered beneath a summer sky.
A face.
A name.
A sister's voice, calling him home.

Jaune.

It flickered once, faint as dying embers, but it did not go out.

 

[LordofBones]

So, we've discussed Orochimaru Jaune, but how about another Akatsuki member being reincarnated, and instead of everyone's favorite snake it's Hoshigaki Kisame?

Jaune finds himself having flashbacks or memories of a different life, and Nick catches his son doing katas with his own fuck-off huge sword like he was born with it in his hand. Isabel nearly has a heart attack when a young Jaune vanishes near a river and finds that he's not only swimming in the deep end like he was born in it, but he's somehow turned an entire pack of crocodiles into his minions, almost like he was a larger predator and they were terrified of him.

Pyrrha: "Um, Jaune? Is that a crocodile?"
Jaune: "Yup. His name's Itachi!"
Ren: "You named a crocodile 'Weasel'?"
Jaune: "He reminds me of an old friend, I guess."

Blake: *stares in horror and jealousy as a giant crocodile gorges itself on Beacon's premium tuna*
Itachi: *growls**

*Foolish little feline, if you wish to surpass me then hate me, loathe me, live in a wretched manner.

 

[Sliverhero]

Here is part 4 of my ff7 inspired idea

Atlas Command Spire — High Council Briefing

The council chamber was all glass and frost. Below, the city of Atlas gleamed like a jewel buried in ice, a fortress of progress suspended above the world.

General Aldren Vale stood stiffly before the central dais, the sigil of Atlas embossed on his chestplate. He was not a man easily impressed, but even he could not deny the spectacle playing out on the holographic display before him. Footage from Facility S17, a boy, surrounded by light, tearing through steel restraints as though they were smoke.

Jacques Schnee's reflection shimmered beside the projection, his tone calm and rehearsed. "Project DAWN represents a leap forward in Aura synthesis. Imagine, General, soldiers empowered not by Semblance, but by science. Atlas could be untouchable."

Vale's eyes narrowed. "You're asking for unrestricted access to our recruitment pools and you want SDC oversight on research directives?" Dr. Merlot stepped into view, smile sharp as a scalpel. "Think of it as collaboration, General. The Schnee Dust Company provides the materials, you provide the soldiers. Together, we perfect the weapon."

Jacques' gaze slid toward Vale, voice lowering. "Of course, such vision requires funding, and discretion. Certain channels can be arranged… privately."

The gleam of credit chits flickered across the holo-table. Vale hesitated, pride warring with greed and lost. He pressed his hand to the table, sealing the authorization. "You'll have what you need. Atlas will see this through."Jacques smiled. "Atlas always does."

Weeks Later — The Fall of General Vale

It was supposed to be a routine Grimm-clearing operation.A convoy of armored transports moved through Mantle's lower districts, Vale riding at the head, confident, oblivious.

From the shadows above, Merlot watched through a surveillance drone, voice cold over the comm. "Release the pheromone dispersal. Let them come." The first Beowolf struck before the soldiers could react. Then a dozen more. Then the sky darkened with wings.

Vale's panicked calls for air support went unanswered.In the chaos, SDC security forces arrived — pristine white armor glinting under the flames. Leading them was a figure in experimental combat gear, a faint golden glow pulsing from beneath his collar.
Subject DAWN-1, Jean.He moved like light itself, cutting through Grimm in arcs of pure brilliance.Beside him, another soldier in red and black, Adam Taurus, his mask glinting, blade flashing with crimson Dust.

The two cut a path through the chaos while Atlas' own command was wiped out. Jacques watched the broadcast later, feigning sorrow before the cameras. "A tragedy. General Vale died a hero. But thanks to the Schnee Dust Company's intervention, Mantle still stands."

Applause filled the airwaves. Behind the scenes, Merlot's voice purred over the comms. "He served his purpose. Now Atlas is ours to shape." Jacques adjusted his cufflinks, smiling faintly. "Not Atlas, Doctor. The world."

Deep Within Facility S17 — Observation Chamber

Jean stood before the mirror, eyes distant. His reflection flickered between blue and gold.
In the glass, he saw not a soldier — but a ghost.
A whisper rose in the silence.
"Jaune."

He turned sharply. No one there. Only the hum of machines — and the faint, familiar ache of something human, buried beneath the Light.

 

[Sliverhero]

Here is part 5 of my ff7 inspired idea.
No one is safe

Mantle Outskirts — Operation Dawnlight

Two Months Before the Fall of General Vale

The call came at midnight. Atlas Command was stretched thin; a Grimm pack had breached Mantle's outer district. No Huntsmen were available for immediate deployment. Taiyang Xiao Long didn't think twice.

He'd been teaching at Signal, restless, missing the field. A last-minute mission from Atlas, a chance to make a difference. He said yes. The convoy arrived at dawn: two armored transports, four Atlas soldiers. Too small a team for a Grimm surge, but they said the rest were waiting at the site.

When they reached the refinery ruins north of Mantle, the snow was untouched. No Grimm tracks. No movement. "Something's off," Tai murmured, hand on his weapon.

Then the comms cut.
From the ridgeline above, white-armored figures descended, rifles crackling with stun charges. No insignia. No unit codes. Atlas soldiers didn't move like that.

Tai fought hard, aura flaring gold through the storm. He dropped three before they brought him down. A dart hissed against his neck.
The world tilted — light folding in on itself.
The last thing he heard before blacking out was a voice, smooth and clinical: "He'll do nicely."

Facility S17 — Sublevel Theta

White light burned his eyes.
Tai woke in restraints, cold metal biting into his skin. Machinery hummed around him; the air smelled of ozone and antiseptic. Dr. Merlot stood beyond reinforced glass, flanked by lab techs in sterile coats.

"Welcome back, Mr. Xiao Long," Merlot said pleasantly. "You've proven… stronger than most." Tai struggled against the restraints. "What did you do to me?"

Merlot smiled faintly. "You volunteered for service. We simply gave you purpose." He gestured toward a console pulsing with pale golden energy. "Atlas recovered traces of the Pool of Light — the raw essence of creation itself, beneath the northern mantle. We've learned to refine it, to bottle the divine."

He stepped closer to the glass, voice lowering. "Most subjects couldn't withstand direct injection. Their Auras fractured. Their bodies tried to contain the power… and failed." He tapped a button. A side wall shimmered to life — a holographic projection of containment pods.

Inside them moved things — shapes once human, now distorted. Pale flesh threaded with veins of radiant white, eyes glowing like lanterns. Their movements twitched, unnatural, almost insect-like.

Merlot's tone was calm, clinical. "They were weak. They let the Light consume them — became beasts made of brilliance and pain. Marvelous, in their own way." He turned his gaze back to Tai. "But you… your Aura resists it. Adapts. You're not burning — you're becoming."

Tai's breathing quickened, gold light flickering from his veins. "You turned them into monsters."
Merlot smiled. "No, Mr. Xiao Long. They turned themselves into proof."

He pressed another command. Needles lowered from above, glinting like glass. "Now… let's see how much further your soul can stretch before it breaks." Tai's scream echoed through the chamber — a raw, golden howl swallowed by the machines.

Observation Log 41-B — Project REVENANT

Subject 07 (Xiao Long, T.) exhibits stable Aura retention under direct Pool-synthesis exposure. No critical degradation observed.
Previous test subjects displayed Light-induced monstrosity — uncontrolled aura crystallization and neural collapse. Terminated for containment safety. Subject's emotional triggers remain anchored to family identifiers. "Summer" elicits rapid energy fluctuation.



Merlot's private annotation: He is more than a vessel. The Light recognizes him, bends for him. The others begged for death. He fights. It's… inspiring.

Patch — One Month Later

Snow drifted quietly through the trees.
Summer Rose sat on the porch of the Xiao Long home, cloak wrapped tight around her shoulders. Yang ran in circles chasing Ruby's giggles through the snow, while the forge light flickered behind them. Qrow Branwen leaned against the railing, flask in hand. "So Atlas finally sent their story?"

Summer nodded. "They said it was a Grimm ambush. No body recovered." Qrow frowned. "That's it? Just… gone?" Summer's gaze stayed on the horizon. "It's Atlas. That's all they ever say."

Qrow shifted uncomfortably. "You don't buy it, do you?" Her voice was soft but steady. "I don't have the luxury not to. I've got two girls to raise. I can't keep hoping every time the door opens."

Atlas — Facility S17

Deep beneath the city, the Pool's synthesized light shimmered through the glass floor of the containment lab. Tai hung suspended, golden veins glowing faintly beneath his skin. Monitors flickered with erratic patterns. His heartbeat was steady, too steady.

Merlot stood before the tank, a faint smile ghosting across his face.
"You've surpassed the others," he said quietly. "Even the monsters envy you now." He placed his hand on the glass. "You will change the world, Mr. Xiao Long, whether you wish it or not."

The glass pulsed beneath his touch. Tai's eyes opened for an instant — bright gold, filled with fury, the monitors screamed. Merlot only smiled wider. "Ah. There it is. The Light remembers who it belonged to."

Patch — That Night

The fire was low, the wind sharp.
Summer tucked Ruby into bed, smoothing the blanket across her small chest. Yang's laughter had faded into steady breathing in the next room. The candle flickered — then went out.

A crimson shimmer split the air, scattering feathers across the floor. Raven Branwen stepped through, her cloak trailing frost. Her eyes darted around the room before fixing on Summer. "Where is he?"



Summer blinked, startled. "Raven? What are you..." "Tai," Raven said, her voice edged with panic. "Atlas says he's dead, but something's off. I've heard whispers, disappearances, sealed convoys, missions no one comes back from. What did they tell you? Even some of the tribe have gone missing?"

Summer swallowed hard. "They said it was Grimm. He died protecting a transport." Raven's expression hardened. "Atlas lies. Always has. And when they lie this big… something's wrong."

Summer's voice cracked. "If you know something." Raven shook her head. "I don't. Not yet." She looked toward the distant glow of Atlas, a storm flashing behind her eyes. "But I can smell blood on the snow , and Atlas is knee-deep in it."

The air shimmered again as she opened a portal."If he's alive," she whispered, "I'll find him." Then she was gone — leaving Summer alone in the dark, clutching her cloak as the wind howled through the trees.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Repost from Spacebattles by K9thefirst1:

Gentlemen... We cracked it. We figured out how Yang and Ironwood dropped off the cliff.

Spoiler: Observe

Now, notice the patch on Ironwood's right temple? Apparently that's an implant meant to help his brain manage his cybernetics.

So in RWBY limb replacement prosthetics of the kind we see in the show require neural links.

Meaning potentially direct links into the Brain! Especially since the Frontal Lobe is where the inhibition centers are.

So.

Yang puts her arm on the Mantle WiFi, giving Watts almost direct access to her brain.

Watts seemed a little too happy about being captured. It wasn't about Salem approaching, it was being able to more easily access James and his Previous gen implant!

He scrambled their brains! That's why Ironwood went evil! It's why Yang suddenly got the hots for Blake despite her abandonment issues and Blake hitting all of them!

MindBlown.gif

 

[Sliverhero]

So I watched the chainsawman movie, it was epic.
So it gave me an idea for a crossover where a isekai devil at the end of the movie on the beach scene, decides to interfere and send the the three to rwby where denji and reze ends up becoming jaune parents.

If anyone wants to continue it or make there own version they are free do so.

So here is the prologue.

The waves rolled in soft and red beneath the fading sun. Denji stood knee-deep in the surf, chest heaving, blood dripping from the dull tips of his chainsaws. The roar of battle was gone now — only the hiss of the tide and the quiet wheeze of his breath remained. Reze lay a few feet away, face half-buried in the sand. The wind tugged at her wet hair.

"Hey," Denji muttered, stumbling toward her. His voice cracked. "You're still breathing, right?"
Her eyelids fluttered. For a moment, he saw that same look — half a smile, half an apology — before she exhaled and tried to sit up.

He dropped beside her with a tired grin. "Told ya I'd save you." "Idiot," she murmured, though there was no venom in her voice. Just exhaustion. And something that almost sounded like relief.
For a fleeting second, Denji thought maybe this was it , maybe the two of them could actually walk away from all of it,from Makima, from Devils. From hell itself. Then the air split open.

A sound like glass shattering and thunder crashing at once tore through the beach. The horizon folded inward, black and gold and endless. Out of it stepped something wrong — a figure that seemed to change shape every time Denji blinked. Its face was made of hundreds of other faces, whispering all at once.

Beam burst from the waves, tail thrashing. "Lord Chainsaw Man! That's no ordinary devil! That's..." The creature tilted its head. "...the Isekai Devil," it finished for him, voice echoing in a thousand tones. "Born from the fear of being taken somewhere you don't belong."

Denji raised his chainsaws again, but his hands trembled. "You talk too much, freak." The Isekai Devil's smile spread across every face on its body. "And you were supposed to die under her thumb. How disappointing for Makima."

Reze's eyes widened. "Makima…?" "She had plans for you all," the Devil murmured. "But I like rewriting plans." Before anyone could move, its hand opened — and the world bent. Wind howled as a vortex of color and void erupted, dragging everything toward it. Sand, water, even the sunset spiraled inward.

"Denji!" Reze screamed, reaching for him.
He grabbed her arm, chains whirring as he tried to anchor them into the ground. Beam lunged forward, fangs out. "LONG LIVE..." The rest was torn away.

They hit the ground hard. Denji groaned, rolling over on cool grass that shouldn't have existed. The air smelled clean. Wrongly clean. No smog, no city rot, just wind and dirt and something sweet.

Reze stirred beside him, blinking at the shattered sky above. "Denji… where are we?"
"No clue," he muttered. "But… that moon looks busted." Beam landed headfirst in a nearby stream, tail fin twitching. "My lord… I believe we have been relocated!"

Denji squinted up at the moon again — cracked like glass, half a planet missing. "Yeah, no kidding." QA growl broke the silence. They turned.

A creature stood at the edge of the woods, something black and hulking, eyes glowing red, bones like armor. It stepped forward on clawed feet, the ground cracking beneath it.
Denji sighed. "Tch. Another devil?"The thing snarled, then froze. Its gaze met Denji's. Something primal flashed in its eyes, and it backed away. Whining. Terrified. Reze frowned. "It's… scared?" "Yeah," Denji said, flexing his fingers. "Guess even monsters got good instincts."

They walked until their legs gave out, until the trees parted and a small farmhouse appeared ahead, lantern light spilling through the windows. An older man stepped outside, grey-haired and gentle-eyed, with a woman right behind him holding a blanket.

"Good gods," the man breathed. "You three look like you've been through hell." Denji laughed weakly. "Something like that."

"Come in, come in!" the woman said, ushering them toward the door. "We'll get you cleaned up." Denji hesitated, glancing back at Reze. She gave a tiny nod. They followed.

Inside, warmth replaced the cold. The man smiled kindly. "Name's Giles Arc," he said. "You're safe here." For the first time in a long time, Denji believed it.

Meanwhile… Tokyo.

The Control Devil stood in silence, the city lights painting her in gold and shadow. Makima's eyes were closed. She could feel it, faint, distant, flickering like a dying signal. A trace of Beam's madness. And somewhere beyond that, him.
"You made a mistake," she whispered to the void. "You took what's mine."

A ripple of pressure swept through the room as the air grew thin. Her smile was soft. Beautiful. Terrifying. "If the Isekai Devil thinks it can steal from me… "Her eyes opened. Rings of amber glowed. "…then I'll simply have to follow."

Outside, somewhere unseen, the rift between worlds pulsed again — and from its cracks, other devils began to crawl. Drawn by something new. Something hungry.

In this new world, where Grimm roamed and Hunters fought with light, a new kind of nightmare had just arrived.

 

[SharkCultist]

Humans often wonder about life, death, and the divine. Few wonder about death in relation to the divine, outside of gods of death.

It would be surprising for many humans to learn that death for a god is very similar to human. Die, see what afterlife has a claim to your soul, either go to the afterlife or get most of yourself scrubbed clean and reincarnated.

Gods just get by with a much less thorough clean. So Neptune remembered his former self.

The god of tides. Which is also why he is terrified of them.

Cold cold, there's no air, why is there no air?

It's almost funny. A water god dying to drowning.

It didn't feel funny.

And if he's completely honest with himself it was deserved.

It had been the usual game, find a human, bless human, send them out to be a hero.

The human he picked was excellent. So excellent in fact that all the other elemental gods (outside of those weirdo brothers) also blessed her. And she rose to their every challenge, she killed every monster, toppled every tyrant, ended every war.

It was amazing! Inspiring! A tale for the ages.

It was boring.

So the gods decided to take their gifts back.

But they refused. And isn't that shocking?

A human loved by the sea more than the god who commands it, embraced by the skies, cradled by the earth, and kissed by the flame. She was beloved by the planet.

And she was unhappy to learn of the gods games. She didn't hunt them, but she refused to listen to them any longer.

Their nature as gods meant they couldn't abide a human, a mortal, running around with power like that who didn't heed them.

So they came for her. And she cut them down. Pyrakanos turned to ash in a hold that almost looked like a lovers embrace.

She got it the easiest. Terraros the earth god had his body melted and purified again and again until there was nothing left but a hunk of iron. She made a statue of a tree out of it.

He isn't quite sure what happened to thundarossa the sky queen she didn't go out with a bang but with a whisper on the winds.

And then it was his turn. He should have given up, let her be, but he was arrogant and enraged. He could beat her at a beach and avenge the other fallen gods.

She drowned him. A god of the sea, she tore his control away from him and let the sea do what it naturally does.

It was not a quick death.

"Yo nep you good?"

He'd spaced out, lost in memories. It happens from time to time.

"Yeah I'm fine man, so where's this friend you want me to meet?"

"He just got here, you're gonna love him dude, jaunes a ton of fun."

Neptune turns to look at the new arrival and once again his breath is stolen away.

hair like straw spun from gold and wide blue innocent eyes.

His chest tightens and the world fades away. It's just the two of them.

He screams.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Jaune Arc sprawled on the floor, his blond hair a mess as he laughed, roughhousing with Zwei, the corgi's stubby legs flailing as Jaune scratched behind his ears. "Who's a good boy? You're a good boy!" Jaune chuckled, Zwei yipping happily, his tongue lolling out.

A shadow fell over them, and Jaune glanced up, his blue eyes meeting Yang Xiao Long's blazing lilac glare. Her arms were crossed, her hair practically sparking with fury. Jaune's grin faltered.

"Oh! Uh, hey, Yang! What's up?"

"Listen, Jaune," Yang growled, her voice low and sharp, cutting through Zwei's yips. "You don't get to treat people like they're disposable!"

Jaune blinked, his hand freezing mid-scratch.

"I—Huh?!"

"You heard me!" Yang snapped, stepping closer, her glare searing. "You can't just take away their happiness without thinking of what you're doing to them! You can't just—just take away the things that matter! Or pretend you're not doing what you're doing!"

Jaune's brow furrowed, Zwei tilting his head as if equally confused.

"…What?"

Yang's scowl deepened, her voice rising as she jabbed a finger at Zwei, then Jaune.

"You—you heard me! And you!" She glared at the corgi, who yawned cutely. "You can't just abandon us after all we've been through! Hearts are fragile things!"

Jaune's mind raced, his thoughts a jumble of What the hell is she talking about?! Yang's words echoed—fragile heart—and Ruby's recent moping flashed in his memory. Yang's anger, Ruby's sadness, it all clicked like a lightning bolt.

Of course! I… I never thought it was possible, but…!

"You're right, Yang," Jaune said, his voice steady, his eyes wide with realization as he stood, Zwei scampering to his feet.

"You're damned right I am!" Yang huffed, her fists clenching.

"I've been…" Jaune ran a hand through his hair, his voice heavy with guilt. "I didn't realize! I was so thoughtless! I was so self-obsessed… Oh geez, I'm so sorry, Yang! I'm a total jerk! And an oblivious one!"

Yang's glare softened, confusion flickering. "You absolutely are! Seriously, I thought you were a nice guy!"

"No… no, I've been the worst kind of nice guy," Jaune said, his shoulders slumping. "Just chasing and chasing without appreciating what's in front of me."

"Yeah, that's…" Yang blinked, her voice faltering. "Wait, what?"

Jaune set Zwei down, stepping closer, his eyes locking onto hers with an earnest intensity that made her breath hitch.

"Truth is… you're like, everything I could ever want in a girl. You're my ideal. But I… I never thought I had a chance with you! You're just so amazing! Weiss, well… I thought we had something, but turns out she was just being sarcastic. That, and, well, I guess I thought I needed to prove myself. But if I tried anything with you? It… it would hurt worse if you said no, because you're just so incredible. I had no idea you felt the same way."

Yang's eyes widened, her face flushing a brilliant red as she sputtered, "I—No, that's not what I… Wait—You think I'm better than Weiss?"

Jaune's grin was bright, unguarded. "Well, yeah! Your smile, your laugh, your eyes—they're amazing!" His voice softened, sincere. "You're amazing."

Yang's blush deepened, her voice stumbling. "I—You—Look, that's great, but I'm not—!"

"Let me make it up to you, okay?" Jaune cut in, his enthusiasm unstoppable. "I'm trying not to rush into anything, but I'll take you out on a date! I'll pay for everything! It's the least I can do!"

Yang froze, her mouth opening and closing, her brain catching up to the whirlwind.

"…Well… um… okay?"

"Great!" Jaune beamed, scratching Zwei's ears one last time before straightening. "Uh… I-I'd better… do those things!"

"Uh, sure! Sure!" Yang said, her voice dazed, her cheeks still glowing.

Jaune jogged out, his hoodie bouncing, leaving Yang alone with Zwei, who yawned cutely, his beady eyes glinting with a knowing spark. Yang scowled, pointing at the corgi. "What the hell—What just happened?!"

Zwei knew, of course. The Arc family farm had corgis—hot, female corgis. The key to that harem of canine cuties? Hooking up this goober with Yang. A little nudge, a little chaos, and Zwei's plan was in motion, his tail wagging smugly as Yang's flustered muttering filled the room.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

The dusty interior of Vale's Used Weapon Emporium was a treasure trove of battered blades, dented firearms, and the faint tang of oil and steel. Shelves groaned under the weight of relics from forgotten battles, their stories etched in nicks and scratches. Team RWBY and Team JNPR wove through the narrow aisles, but Ruby Rose and Jaune Arc weren't browsing—they were on a mission. Ruby's silver eyes gleamed as she scanned the racks, while Jaune trailed her, his expression a mix of determination and nervous energy.

"If I'm gonna master my Semblance," Jaune said, adjusting Crocea Mors on his hip, "I do need to keep training with it."

Pyrrha Nikos, ever supportive, flashed him a warm smile, her crimson hair catching the dim light. "Jaune, I absolutely understand. And you are getting better at controlling your other selves!"

Jaune's grin was sheepish, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. "Thanks. I was afraid of losing myself after a while."

Weiss Schnee, clutching a clipboard as if it were Myrtenaster, scoffed, her cheeks faintly pink. "I-I find that ridiculous! After all, it-it's merely an expression of your true self and influence from another! Someone who… who may see things in you that she didn't before!"

Yang Xiao Long smirked, leaning against a rack of axes. "Your denial is hilarious, Weisscream."

Weiss's glare could've frozen a Grimm. "Says the girl who keeps trying to make him use gauntlets and gloves!"

Yang's cheeks flushed, her lilac eyes darting away. "W-Well, I also train him properly when he's not using his Semblance now."

Pyrrha's smile turned sharp, her emerald eyes glinting with a scary edge. "I train him. Me."

Yang's grin was all teeth, undaunted. "You're not the only one now, Cereal Girl~."

Blake Belladonna, lurking near a display of katanas, spoke up, her voice cool but intense. "Clearly my connection is best. It allows Jaune to become a ninja… a powerful one!"

Ruby spun around, clutching a scythe that wasn't Crescent Rose, her voice brimming with pride. "He's become very strong when he uses my Crescent Rose, ya know!"

Yang snorted, crossing her arms. "He becomes a total nerd."

"WHICH IS AMAZING!" Ruby declared, her eyes sparkling.

Nora Valkyrie, slouched against a barrel of spears, sighed dramatically, her pout rivaling a thunderstorm. "This is boring! I wanna see Jaune-Jaune do more funny things! Hmmmm…"

Her eyes lit up with a dangerous spark. "AHA!"

Before anyone could react, Nora seized a weathered cutlass from a nearby rack and hurled it at Jaune. "JAUNE! CATCH!"

Jaune's eyes widened, his hands flailing. "Wait, I—"

He caught the blade mid-air, his fingers closing around the hilt. Ren, standing calmly nearby, sighed. "Saw that coming."

Weiss whirled on him, her voice shrill. "But you did nothing to stop it?!"

"Nope," Ren said, his stoic mask unshaken.

Jaune's lips curled into a broad, reckless grin as his Semblance flared, a shimmer of aura rippling around him.

---

Thirty minutes later, aboard General Ironwood's flagship…

The command deck hummed with the low thrum of Atlasian technology, officers bustling at their stations. A sensor operator spun in his chair, his voice urgent. "Sir! One of our ships is evacuating due to a reactor malfunction!"

Ironwood's steely gaze snapped to the viewport, his voice clipped. "Get everyone off the ship! Stand by to receive casualties! Move the fleet away from the vessel and deploy hardlight shields to protect Beacon and Vale from the blast!"

The fleet scrambled, ships parting like a school of fish as hardlight barriers flickered into existence, a glowing bulwark against the looming disaster. But instead of a Remnant-shattering kaboom, the rogue ship surged forward, engines roaring as it rocketed away at impossible speed.

Ironwood's brow furrowed, his voice low. "What in the…?"

A black flag unfurled from the ship's mast, emblazoned with a grinning skull and crossed scythes—a Jolly Roger, bold and defiant.

The communications specialist's console lit up. "Sir! We're receiving a transmission!"

"Put it through!" Ironwood barked.

The main screen flared to life, revealing Jaune Arc, his grin as wide as the horizon, decked out in a three-cornered hat and pirate garb, a cutlass gleaming at his hip. Behind him, Team RWBY and JNPR stood in equally outlandish attire—Ruby with a bandana and eyepatch, Yang brandishing a flintlock, Weiss clutching a spyglass with a scowl, Blake slinking in a sleek corsair's coat, Pyrrha poised with a saber, and Ren looking resigned in a striped waistcoat. Nora, sporting two eyepatches and a sloth perched on her shoulder, cackled maniacally.
Ruby waved her hands frantically.

"It's his Semblance, he didn't mean to pirate your ship-!"

"Gentlemen!" Jaune declared, his voice ringing with theatrical flair. "You shall always remember this as the day you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrowhawk!"

The transmission cut off, leaving the bridge in stunned silence. An officer, staring at the screen, muttered, "…That's gotta be the best pirate I've ever seen."

Ironwood's scowl deepened, but a glint of reluctant amusement flickered in his eyes.

"So it would seem."

 

[Sliverhero]

Second part of my chainsawman crossover and here is a young taiyang freshly out of beacon on his first solo mission.

A Young Taiyang moved swiftly through the dense forest, his weapon at the ready. His spear ready to crush grimm.He quickly comes upon this shocking scene. The air was thick with the stench of death, dead Grimm littered the ground, torn apart and smoldering. But something was off. An unnatural darkness shimmered in the shadows, and the chill crawling down his spine warned him to stay alert.

Suddenly, a guttural, guttural roar tore through the silence. The trees seemed to shudder as a shadowy figure erupted from the darkness—a beast unlike any Grimm Taiyang had seen. Its form was twisted and grotesque, limbs elongated and contorting in unnatural ways. Its eyes glowed with an unholy red light that seemed to burn with malevolence.

The creature's claws flashed as it tore through a Grimm with savage brutality, blood splattering across the forest floor. It turned its head, sensing Tai's presence. Its face was a mask of terror and rage, mouth full of jagged teeth, skin mottled and peeling, like a nightmare made flesh.

Tai's grip on his weapon tightened. "Stay back," he managed, voice trembling despite himself. The beast's gaze locked onto him, and it snarled, a sound that vibrated with pure fury and darkness. Without warning, the devil lunged forward. Its claws tore through the air, faster than Tai's eyes could follow. He barely dodged, stumbling backward as the creature's claws gouged deep into the earth beside him. His spear broken by his side.

The devil roared again, a sound so primal and deafening it made Tai's ears ring. Its body shimmered with a corrupt, black aura that seemed to pulse with a life of its own—an aura suffused with pure chaos and hatred.

Suddenly, a blur of red and silver shot into view. Chainsaws revved furiously as Denji in his Chainsaw Man form charged into the scene, reckless and ferocious. "Hey, kid!" Denji yelled over the chaos, blades spinning wildly. "Get back!"

Tai stared in shock, eyes wide as saucers, as chainsaws roared to life, then, suddenly, the beast's form was torn apart in a frenzy of metal and flesh. But what truly made Tai freeze was the sight of Denji's head, his face replaced by a massive, spinning chainsaw, teeth grinding and sparks flying.

His mouth was a whirring, deadly saw that looked like it could cut through anything—and the blood, sweat, and dirt smeared over his face only made him look even more terrifying.
Tai's breath hitched, his eyes trembling. "W-what… what is that?!" he stammered, eyes glued to the terrifying metal monstrosity that was Denji's head.

Denji grinned wildly, chainsaws revving even higher. Without a word, he charged into the beast with reckless abandon, blades tearing into flesh and bone. The creature shrieked, a nightmarish scream that echoed through the woods, as the chainsaws tore through flesh and bone.

The devil let out a deafening roar, an unearthly, primal sound that shook the trees, and lunged toward them again, claws extended. Tai stumbled back, clutching the remains of his weapon, in his hands and they are trembling. He watched in horror as the beast's body was ripped apart, but something was deeply strange. The blood and severed limbs and body parts didn't evaporate or dissolve into the air like they normally did after a Grimm was defeated. Instead, they remained, dark and glistening, refusing to fade away into nothingness. A cold dread crawled up his spine as he realized how unnatural and wrong it was.

His eyes widened further. "This… this isn't right," he muttered under his breath. "The blood… the body parts… they're not disappearing. Why aren't they evaporating?" Denji leapt forward, chainsaws spinning like hell incarnate. Blades sliced into the creature, sparks flying. The beast shrieked and thrashed wildly, but Denji's relentless fury overwhelmed it.

Finally, the shadowy figure dissolved into a dark cloud, the remnants of its form fading into the night. Tai stared, wide-eyed and trembling, still shaken by what he'd just seen. His body was drenched in sweat, and his mind struggled to grasp the terrifying reality.

Denji lowered his chainsaws, panting heavily. "You okay?" he asked gruffly. Tai's voice trembled as he nodded. "Y-yeah… what was that thing? And… what's with your head?"

Denji chuckled grimly, a wild look in his eyes. "That's just how I roll. No big deal." His grin stretched even wider, chainsaws revving softly. "You get used to it… or you don't survive." Tai's face paled further, still staring at the terrifying chainsaw head—half expecting it to start spinning again at any moment.

 

[Sliverhero]

Here is the next part for my rwby x chainsaw crossover.

Beacon Academy — Ozpin's Office

The soft hum of the elevator faded as Taiyang stepped into the dimly lit office. The air smelled faintly of coffee and old books, and the rhythmic ticking of the clock filled the silence between them. Ozpin sat behind his desk, fingers steepled, eyes calm but sharp — the kind of gaze that seemed to look through you, not at you.

Taiyang's hands were still trembling, though he tried to hide it. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," he muttered, voice low. Ozpin tilted his head slightly, the faintest hint of a knowing smile tugging at his lips. "You'd be surprised what I'm willing to believe, Mr. Xiao Long."

Tai exhaled shakily, pacing once before stopping in front of the desk. "I went out near the southern woods—Grimm activity had spiked. I thought it was just a nest. But… what I found out there—" He stopped, searching for the right words. "It wasn't a Grimm. It wasn't anything like I've ever seen." Ozpin didn't interrupt. He simply reached for his mug, taking a slow sip, watching Taiyang's every movement.

Tai's eyes darted to the floor, his brow furrowed. "It tore through Grimm like they were nothing. And the way it moved… it didn't make sense. It was like watching a nightmare crawl out of a storybook." He hesitated. "And then someone else showed up. Some thing." Ozpin's mug paused midway to his lips.

"He had blades," Tai continued. "Chainsaws—coming out of his arms, his head. Just… spinning, tearing through everything. I thought I was seeing things, but the sound—" His voice wavered slightly. "You could feel it in your chest. Like the forest itself was shaking." Ozpin slowly set the mug down. "Chainsaws, you said?"

Tai nodded, a haunted look in his eyes. "Yeah. Said his name was Denji. Looked human… mostly. But there's no aura. No Dust reaction, no semblance signature. Just blood, metal, and madness."

Silence stretched between them. Ozpin's expression had gone distant, thoughtful. He turned slightly toward the large window overlooking Beacon's courtyard. The morning sun filtered through the glass, casting soft golden light across the stone statue that stood at the academy's entrance.

Tai followed his gaze, a man carved from pale stone, holding two chainsaws, one in each hand.
"You've heard of him," Tai realized quietly.

Ozpin's eyes didn't leave the window. "There are stories," he said softly. "Old ones. From before the kingdoms were united. During the Great War, when monsters walked beside men, and devils bled like mortals."Tai frowned. "You mean those myths about the 'Chainsaw Devil'? I thought they were just propaganda from the old Vale archives."

Ozpin's voice dropped to a murmur. "Most myths begin as truths too terrible to be remembered." The clock ticked again. The sound felt almost deafening. Tai swallowed hard. "If that thing's back… what does it mean?"

Ozpin leaned back in his chair, his eyes distant, the kind of gaze that carried centuries of secrets. "It means," he said finally, "that history might not be done with us yet."

The camera would slowly pan down, to the base of the statue outside Beacon, where the engraved plaque, worn and nearly unreadable, bore three words:

"The Man Who Fought Hell."

The faint wind stirred the leaves in the courtyard. Ozpin stood still for a long moment, eyes reflecting the fading light, the look of a man who had just seen a ghost from a story he'd once buried.



Bonus Scene:
The Arc Homestead : Outskirts of Vale, Nightfall

The forest outside Vale was quiet, the sounds of nature replaced by the soft hum of crickets and the glow of fireflies drifting lazily in the dark. Nestled between two old trees sat a large wooden cabin, sturdy and well-kept, smoke curling gently from the chimney, windows glowing with golden light.

Inside, the home was warm and alive. The interior was spacious, expanded with hand-cut timber and patched walls that spoke of years of patient labor. Pictures, some hand-drawn, others simple sketches, lined the walls. Such as Beam grinning with a massive fish, Reze smiling in the garden, Denji holding up a crooked table he'd built himself.

And near the front window, resting on a small wooden table, sat a shrine. Two framed portraits , a kind-looking man and woman with gentle eyes, stood among candles and flowers. The inscription beneath read:

"In memory of Giles and Alina Arc , our first home in this world."

Fresh flowers rested at its base, carefully arranged by Reze earlier that morning. The soft candlelight flickered against the faces of the couple who had once taken them in, taught them to live quietly, to build, to belong.

Denji stood by the stove, stirring something in a pot. "Smells good, huh? Guess all that chopping wood paid off." Reze, seated at the table, smiled, one hand resting gently on her stomach, now visibly showing. "You've gotten better. Still can't believe you figured out how to cook without burning down the place."

Denji chuckled. "Hey, it only happened three times. Four, tops." From the far corner, Beam was sprawled out on the rug, tail wagging lazily. "Denji! Reze! Beam feels blessed! The house is warm, the food divine, and the mighty sun shines for us even in the dark!"

Reze laughed softly, brushing a lock of hair from her face. "You're ridiculous, Beam." Beam beamed wider. "Correct!" Dinner was simple, stew, bread, and freshly caught fish, but the laughter that filled the room made it richer than any feast. Denji served Reze first, sliding her bowl over carefully, before taking his seat beside her.

As they ate, the light from the shrine flickered in the background. Reze's eyes lingered on it for a moment, her smile turning wistful. "They'd be happy, you know. Seeing us here. Seeing… this."

Denji followed her gaze, his grin softening. "Yeah… they saved our asses. Guess we owe 'em more than we can ever pay back." Reze leaned her head gently against his shoulder. "Maybe just living a good life is enough."

Beam nodded solemnly — for once — before stuffing his face again. "A glorious feast in honor of the Arcs! Beam eats for them too!"
Denji snorted. "Yeah, sure you do, bud."

The camera lingered on the three of them, a strange little family from another world , laughing together under the warm light of a home built by their own hands, the shrine's candles flickering behind them like stars.

The wind outside sighed through the trees, and for a fleeting moment, it almost sounded like two gentle voices , proud, watching, and at peace.