[RWBY] RWBY Shorts

[Bommel]

Concept: I was thinking about ideas to create new Semblances for OCs, and a source occurred to me that would make excellent expies as well as just power concepts. X-Men. Imagine Rogue's power as a Semblance. Cyclops. Quicksilver. Heck, Pyrrha's already discount Magneto.

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For fun genderswap Rogue. Turn them into a dude with abbs who rips their shirt open and his sleeves off the moment combat starts because that's literally the practical thing to do.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

The hallway outside Team RWBY's dorm was supposed to be secure: familiar faces, locked doors, the usual Beacon bustle. And Mia Arc was supposed to obey the rules of staying where it was safe. But Mia, ever the explorer, had slipped away during a game of hide-and-seek with Ruby's cloak as camouflage. One moment she was giggling behind a potted plant; the next, her tiny feet had carried her two doors down to a room she'd never seen open before.

The door to Team CMEN's dorm was cracked just enough for a curious four-year-old to squeeze through.

Inside, Cinder Fall stood in front of a full-length mirror, adjusting the fall of her elaborate red dress, the golden accents catching the lamplight like dying coals. Emerald Sustrai lounged on a bed, scrolling idly through her scroll, while Mercury Black leaned against the wall, boots kicked up on a chair, practicing lazy spins of one of his taloned feet.

The soft patter of small shoes made all three freeze.

Mia stood in the doorway, ears perked high, eyes wide with wonder. She took in the room like it was a treasure cave—then zeroed in on Cinder.

"Your dress is so pretty!" she announced, voice bright and fearless. "It's like a villain princess! But the good kind!"

Cinder's visible eye narrowed a fraction, but her cover as the poised, mysterious transfer student held. She turned slowly, forcing her lips into something that might pass for a smile among people who didn't know better.

"Thank you," she said, voice smooth as silk over steel. "That's… very kind."

Mia toddled closer, undaunted, clutching her stuffed bunny by one ear. "And your hair is all fancy! Can I have hair like that? Pleeease?"

Emerald sat up, exchanging a quick, panicked glance with Mercury. Mercury just raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by the sudden hostage situation of the cuteness variety.

Cinder hesitated—only a heartbeat—then gestured to the vanity chair. "Why don't you sit? I'll show you."

Mia scrambled up without waiting for a second invitation, kicking her legs happily. Cinder picked up a brush from the vanity—ebony handle, surprisingly gentle bristles—and began working it through Mia's soft blonde curls. She sectioned the hair with practiced precision, twisting it into an elegant half-up style that echoed her own severe, sweeping waves.

Mia watched in the mirror, utterly enchanted. "It's like magic! You're really good at this!"

Cinder's movements stayed careful, almost mechanical. "Practice," she murmured.

Emerald leaned forward, forcing enthusiasm into her voice. "Hey, kid, you like my hair too?"

Mia twisted to look, nearly toppling off the chair until Cinder steadied her with one hand. "It's super cool! All green and bouncy! Like a forest fairy!"

Emerald's cheeks colored slightly-she wasn't used to compliments. "Uh… thanks?"

"And you!" Mia pointed at Mercury with the authority only a four-year-old could muster. "You're super neat! Your legs are like robot boots! Do they go zoom?"

Mercury barked a short laugh, dropping his feet to the floor. "Kid, you have no idea."

The door suddenly burst open.

Jaune stood there, breathless, relief crashing over his face like a wave. "Mia!"

"Papa!" She hopped down and ran to him. He scooped her up instantly, holding her tight against his chest.

"I'm so sorry," he said to the room at large, though his eyes lingered on Cinder with extra caution. "She wandered off during hide-and-seek. Thank you for… keeping an eye on her."

Cinder set the brush down with deliberate calm. "It was nothing," she said, voice perfectly pleasant. "She's a charming child."

Mia waved enthusiastically over Jaune's shoulder. "Bye, pretty lady! Bye, forest fairy! Bye, robot boots!"

Emerald managed a weak wave. Mercury smirked and saluted with two fingers.

Jaune backed out, murmuring another apology, and pulled the door shut behind him.

Silence settled over the room like dust.

Cinder stood motionless in front of the mirror, staring at her own reflection-or perhaps through it.

Emerald broke first. "…You okay?"

Cinder's lips curved, but the smile didn't reach her eye. "Of course. I was simply maintaining our cover."

Mercury's smirk widened, but he said nothing-just leaned back again, boots thudding onto the chair.

Cinder turned away from the mirror, the ghost of small fingers still warm in her hair where Mia had patted it in delight.

She didn't speak again for a long while.

- - -

And just the tiniest bit for the ArcFall fans.

 

[Psychic_Duck]

Didn't Cinder fall for the Arc charm in a canon comic/manga? like she was having fantasies about him or something.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Didn't Cinder fall for the Arc charm in a canon comic/manga? like she was having fantasies about him or something.

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Yes, she did. Just one reason the RWBY manga is superior to the actual show, among many.

 

[SharkCultist]

Cinder goes a little off script.

Instead of Amber she's after Ruby.

She wants the silver eyes.

Not because of the silver light and anti-grimm magic. But because all silver eyes have magically perfect vision and she's secretly blind as a bat.

 

[Bofors40mm]

Cinder goes a little off script.

Instead of Amber she's after Ruby.

She wants the silver eyes.

Not because of the silver light and anti-grimm magic. But because all silver eyes have magically perfect vision and she's secretly blind as a bat.

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I guess never heard of eye surgery. Or donor organs

 

[Bommel]

While Mia being nice and adorable is fun and all, I also want to see some where she's a stubborn little shit who refuses to listen, bluntly tells everyone "NO!" when they tell her to do something, lie about already having eaten a candy, and are energetic gremlins.

I have two very young nieces and they're adorably cute, but they can be subern as hell gremlins, and I love them.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

While Mia being nice and adorable is fun and all, I also want to see some where she's a stubborn little shit who refuses to listen, bluntly tells everyone "NO!" when they tell her to do something, lie about already having eaten a candy, and are energetic gremlins.
I have two very young nieces and they're adorably cute, but they can be subern as hell.

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I did have one of her being punished but yeah, we need some brat shenanigans.

 

[Sliverhero]

I guess never heard of eye surgery. Or donor organs

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If you evil and you need new eyes might as well look for the best ones thwt also can glow in the dark so she doesnt need the lights on when she reads in bed at night

 

[SharkCultist]

I guess never heard of eye surgery. Or donor organs

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She's not quite as smart as OZ's faction believes.


View: https://youtu.be/2D-4zgezQE4?si=vAXuCsoLmiA85aKk

 

[AndrewJTalon]

All's well that ends well... Sort of.

- - -

In the cozy chaos of Team JNPR's dorm room, the air was light with the usual banter. Ren was brewing tea, Nora was sprawled across her bed tossing a stress ball at the ceiling, and Jaune was fiddling with his sword and its maintenance kit. Pyrrha sat cross-legged on her bed, her fingers nervously twisting a strand of her red hair. The conversation had drifted to Jaune's past, and Pyrrha saw her chance to probe—delicately, she hoped—about this Katy Sith, the cat Faunus ex who'd been haunting her thoughts since Ruby's date proposal.

"Um…" Pyrrha started, her voice soft but deliberate. "So… You had a girlfriend?"

Jaune glanced up from his sword, oblivious to the weight of her question. "Hm? Oh, yeah. Katy Sith! She was great!"

Pyrrha's smile was tight, her heart doing a nervous little flip. "Was she?"

"Yeah!" Jaune grinned, his eyes lighting up with nostalgia. "We were childhood friends! Heh! I actually thought I'd marry her."

Pyrrha's breath caught, her fingers freezing mid-twist. "Did you?"

"But we decided we weren't going to," Jaune said, shrugging as he polished his blade. "We wanted other things out of life, ya know?"

Relief washed over Pyrrha, her shoulders sagging as her smile softened. "Oh! Oh… Yeah…"

Nora, catching the exchange like a hawk, sat up, her stress ball forgotten. "So! How far did you two get?" she asked, her grin positively devilish.

Jaune's polishing slowed, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "…"

Pyrrha's eyes flicked to him, her curiosity now tinged with dread. "… Jaune?"

"I uh…" Jaune cleared his throat, his blush deepening. "I really shouldn't say."

Pyrrha's expression brightened, latching onto his reticence as a lifeline. "Oh, you're being so polite and gentlemanly!"

"Yup!" Jaune said, seizing the escape. "How I was raised!"

Nora snickered, Ren let out a soft chuckle, and even Pyrrha giggled, the tension breaking like a wave. But Pyrrha's curiosity, once sparked, refused to die. She leaned forward, her voice carefully casual.

"… So… Um… How far did you two go?"

Jaune's hands fumbled, nearly dropping his sword. "Um… Well uh… It's not important, right?"

"Of-Of course not!" Pyrrha said quickly, her cheeks flushing as she waved a hand, trying to play it off.

"Right, right…" Jaune muttered, focusing intently on a nonexistent smudge on his blade.

A beat of silence hung in the air.

Nora grinned.

"You totally fucked, didn't you?"

"NORA!" Jaune yelped, his face turning a shade of red that rivaled Pyrrha's hair. His sword clattered onto the floor as he flailed, mortified.

"Well, at least you'll handle Blake just fine," Ren observed.

- - -

Blake Belladonna stood at the Bullhead port in Vale, her heart fluttering with a mix of anticipation and nerves. She'd chosen her outfit carefully—a white sweater that hugged her curves, a black skirt, and stockings that gave her the look of the naughty, book-loving girl she secretly fantasized about being. Her bow twitched slightly as she scanned the crowd, waiting for Jaune.

The rumble of an engine caught her attention, and her eyes widened as Jaune Arc rolled up on a Wayland 205 heavy offroad bike, its sleek frame gleaming under the Vale sun. His blonde hair was slightly tousled from the ride, and his easy smile sent a flush creeping up Blake's cheeks.

"Oh! Uh… I didn't know you had a motorcycle," Blake said, her voice betraying her surprise.

Jaune dismounted, patting the bike fondly. "Well, I couldn't travel from Radian all the way on foot. Besides, my dad gave it to me for my birthday. I've uh, I've kept it in storage because it's cheaper." He flashed a warm smile. "But it's a good day to take it out for a spin. Don't you think?"

Blake's blush deepened, her ears twitching beneath her bow. "S-Sure."

She climbed onto the back of the motorcycle, her arms wrapping around Jaune's waist, her heart racing as the engine roared to life. He pulled into traffic at a steady pace, but Blake's mind was anything but steady. As the wind whipped past, her imagination spiraled into one of her favorite fantasies.

"Even if it's just us against the world, Princess," the noble Biker Knight Tetsuo swore, dodging explosions with deft precision, "I will never leave your side!"

"Oh, Tetsuo~!" Princess Nekomata cried, clinging to him tightly as her kimono rode up over her smooth, long legs—

"We're here!" Jaune's voice snapped Blake back to reality.

"Ah! O-Oh! Good," Blake stammered, her face burning as she slid off the bike.

Jaune parked, and they walked toward the Celsus Bookstore and Coffee House, its charming facade promising a cozy escape. He glanced at her, his tone casual. "Do you want to browse or get lunch first?"

"I… I think lunch would be nice first," Blake said, smoothing her skirt.

"Works for me," Jaune replied with a grin.

They settled at an outdoor table, the sun casting a warm glow over the cobblestone streets of Old Vale. The waitress brought their coffees and teas, and Blake scanned the menu, her gaze drifting to the bustling city around them. The architecture was stunning, the people moved with purpose and joy, and yet… a shadow lingered in her mind.

Jaune's voice broke through her thoughts. "Blake?"

"Sorry… I just…" Her bow twitched, betraying her unease. "I guess I just feel… A little guilty. You're being very kind to me and… And I realize I haven't been very kind to you."

Jaune tilted his head, his expression softening. "Well… I mean… No."

Blake's scowl was immediate, her eyes narrowing.

"Quickly," Jaune added, raising his hands defensively, "you're doing okay now though."

Blake's frown deepened, her voice quiet. "I… I guess I just… I don't know what I'm supposed to say or do."

"Just talk," Jaune said, his tone encouraging. "About something you like. I mean, I don't read a lot of novels anymore, but I do like to read for fun."

Blake raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "I've only seen you with X-Ray and Vav."

Jaune chuckled, unfazed. "I mean, yeah, but that's just like, potato chip reading. My parents were actually really big on the classics."

Blake's interest piqued, her ears perking slightly. "Oh? Like what?"

"Well, um, Aristos' Physics, Politics, Metaphysics… Bardic's plays… The theological works of Saint Edmund, Eustace, and Lucy… And lots of classic kids' books. Ya know, Mark Clemens, T. Selliot, Yules Tern…"

Blake lit up, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I grew up reading a lot of those too, actually." Her smile grew. "I still do from time to time."

"No kidding? That's great!" Jaune's grin widened. "I mean, the CCT signal wasn't always the best out in Radian until my teens, so I had to entertain myself with a lot of other things."

"Same," Blake said, her voice warming. "Fishing, hiking… There are a lot of beautiful beaches around Menagerie, and coral reefs. Despite how dangerous it is, I always liked going out. Not so much swimming, but I loved watching whales and fishing. My father cooked a lot of food on an open fire."

"Hey, mine too!" Jaune said, leaning forward. "We had the mountains, and I hiked a lot. There's the Hanging Lake above Radian, and there's this beautiful waterfall! My uh…" He screwed up his face, counting on his fingers. "Great-Great-Great Grandfather made it as a wedding gift for his bride, by redirecting a mountain river. It's called the Love Story Waterfall."

Blake's eyes sparkled. "I've heard of that! I always wanted to see it…"

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, jumping from literature to childhood adventures. Their food arrived—sandwiches and salads—and they kept talking, barely pausing to eat. After paying, they wandered into the bookstore, their discussion growing more animated.

"I always thought Plateau was overrated as a philosopher," Blake said, browsing a shelf of dusty tomes.

"I dunno, I did like the dialogue he wrote about his teacher and the giant dragon monster," Jaune replied, picking up a book and flipping through it.

Blake smirked. "Heh. I suppose you would remember that one."

"Well, he is talking about how a creature that is so alien to our experience would see us as… As abominations," Jaune said, his tone thoughtful. "If it was like, a pure ideal in physical form. How something pure, even if it's pure evil, would be out of place in a world that's compromised like Remnant. That's kind of neat."

Blake's smirk faded, replaced by a grudging nod. "Hmph. His ideal 'Republic' is the very worst kind of tyranny."

"Yeah, but, nobody's perfect," Jaune said, making a face. "Urgh. My brain feels like it's turning rusty gears remembering all that stuff."

Blake glanced at him, her expression softening. "You know a lot more about it than I would expect a… Um, farmboy to know. No offense."

"None taken," Jaune said with a grin. "My mom wanted me to be a doctor, like her. But well… I wanted to be a Hunter more. Like my dad… And her."

Blake nodded, her gaze distant. "I see… My parents wanted me to take over their… Business as well. I worked very hard with the movement. I studied, I protested, I wrote letters… It just… It never seemed like it was enough."

Her frown returned, heavier this time. "I thought that… That political power only grows out of the barrel of a gun. That if you wanted real change to happen, you needed to force it."

Jaune's own expression grew serious, his eyes meeting hers.

"… Turns out it's… Not that simple," Blake admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

"No," Jaune agreed softly, offering a small smile. "I used to ask my great-grandma why she didn't just force people to do what she wanted. She was… Very powerful in her youth. Everyone in the town respects her deeply. But bad things still happen."

Blake tilted her head, curious. "What did she say?"

"She said that no one, no matter how much power they have, can fix everything," Jaune said. "And nobody with ultimate power can be trusted not to abuse it. So… You have give and take. It sucks, but…" He shrugged. "I guess no matter how right you can feel you are, you can still be wrong."

Blake's eyes softened, her voice quiet. "… I suppose there's something to that… But it's not the easiest thing to accept."

"No," Jaune said simply.

"But it is better to accept it than to deny reality…" Blake sighed, her shoulders slumping. "You've been nothing but nice to me. The others too… Even Weiss, sort of. And I just… Lash out. Like I'm fighting injustice. And… And I don't really think I am."

Jaune's tone was gentle but firm. "I mean… I don't think fighting injustice is the problem. It's just how you're doing it."

"I know, I know…" Blake said, frustration creeping into her voice. "I just don't know how to do it differently. Or if it would even work. And so I'm just… I'm frustrated. And I don't know what to do."

"I don't know either," Jaune admitted, his smile reassuring. "But I'm willing to help you, Blake. So is everyone else."

Blake hesitated, her eyes searching his. "… I'll think about it. It… That's not a no. I just…"

Jaune nodded, understanding. "Yeah. I-I get it…"

They paid for their books—a mix of classics and guilty pleasures—and headed back to the motorcycle. As they approached, Blake's voice took on a sly edge. "You know, all of our friends have been spying on us since we got here."

Jaune sighed, glancing at the not-so-subtle rustling bushes nearby. "Yeah… I'm aware."

Blake's smirk grew, her eyes glinting with mischief. "… You're… What do you feel about that?"

"Well, they're concerned about you," Jaune said, shrugging. "Pyrrha's also really concerned for some reason. I guess she's just being an overly protective big sister."

Blake stared, her smirk faltering. "… Really?"

"Well, that's how she comes off as," Jaune said, oblivious to the storm he was stirring. "Like, I appreciate everything she's doing for me, but she keeps coddling me like she's afraid she'll break me."

Blake had promised herself she wouldn't be mean anymore, that she wouldn't stir up trouble. But the opportunity was too perfect, and her playful side won out. She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a teasing purr. "I see… So… Are you still interested in Weiss?"

Jaune blinked, caught off guard. "Hm? No. I mean, she's great, but no. I was kind of a jerk, and she was like, the opposite of my last girlfriend—Oh, um, sorry. I shouldn't mention her—"

"You're not just taking me out on a date because I remind you of her, do I~?" Blake asked, her tone sultry as she closed the distance, her eyes locked on his.

Jaune gulped, his face reddening. "I uh… N-No! No! She um, she wasn't big on books or uh… Nerding out, really…"

Blake's smirk widened, her voice a soft challenge. "So you're… Definitely single?"

"Y-Yes?" Jaune stammered, his back brushing against the motorcycle.

Blake's eyes gleamed. "Not anymore." She grabbed his collar and pulled him into a kiss, her lips warm and bold against his.

- - -

From a poorly concealed hiding spot nearby, chaos erupted.

"WHAT?!" Ruby's voice squeaked, her hood falling back as she gaped.

Yang's jaw dropped, her fists clenching. "I-SHE'S JUST A RERUN! AND I CAN TALK NERD STUFF!"

Weiss's face turned scarlet, her voice a mix of outrage and denial. "How DARE she—She can't just—She's doing it to get to me, I just know it!"

Ruby, her tone dripping with sarcasm, shot Weiss a look. "I thought you didn't have any feelings for him."

"I DON'T!" Weiss snapped, her blush betraying her.

Pyrrha's eye twitched, her voice barely a whisper. "Sister…?! He sees me like a sister?!"

Nora, clutching one of Blake's novels, grinned wickedly. "I don't see the problem! It's right here in one of Blakey's books: 'Incest is best, put your sister to the test!'"

"NORA!" Ruby yelped, horrified.

"WHAT?!" Nora shot back, unrepentant.

Pyrrha's face turned as red as her hair, her mind spiraling as she… considered…

Ren sighed, his voice calm but resigned. "Jaune… I shall pray for your departed soul."

 

[bazerkerking]

Better pray hard Ren, Pyrrha seems ready to do some sinnin'...