[RWBY] RWBY Shorts

[John Jackson]

-Isabel doesn't just want Jaune to follow in her footsteps to become a doctor... She wants him to become a SUPERVILLAIN! Sure she's mostly retired but the rest of her daughters aren't interested! Tangy is the closest but she doesn't have any sense of PRESENTATION! So she's depressed Jaune wants to become a hero! But upon meeting Ruby and his new friends... The urge to build a death ray awakens.

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Jaune
"Mom I don't think I'm really villain material "
Nick
"Just play along son worse she's going to do in use the "peace" ray on the grimlands and crush some bandits with the Arc WarZord the rest is really just role play"
Jaune
"That's almost more disturbing, and Blake why are you tied up back there nobody has kidnapped you yet….and how did you get into the family lair?"
And wouldn't Tanngy be the family supervillain?

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Jaune
"Mom I don't think I'm really villain material "
Nick
"Just play along son worse she's going to do in use the "peace" ray on the grimlands and crush some bandits with the Arc WarZord the rest is really just role play"
Jaune
"That's almost more disturbing, and Blake why are you tied up back there nobody has kidnapped you yet….and how did you get into the family lair?"
And wouldn't Tanngy be the family supervillain?

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Tangy is too practically minded for supervillainy. She wouldn't have any gimmicks or grandiose speeches or sense of PRESENTATION!


View: https://youtu.be/dy2zB8bLSpk

 

[dragon_cloud16]

Tangy is too practically minded for supervillainy. She wouldn't have any gimmicks or grandiose speeches or sense of PRESENTATION!

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I always felt that this guy was one of the best examples of what a supervillain should be like outside of Megamind. Even better then Gru and all the others.

View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mHtq-mlzY7s&pp=ygUfZG9vZmVuc2htaXJ0eiBldmlsIGluY29ycG9yYXRlZA%3D%3D
When you got your own jingle and a agency that sends someone after you everyday no matter what, then you got it made. That plus just imagine Jaune being sent to intern with him!

"Dr. Doofensmirtz, why are we putting your office over Vale's town hall?"
"So we can lord over my brother and pass all kinds of laws! Like banning Grimm Masks! Or brussel sprouts that were boiled!"

 

[Gur40]

So, some prompts. My aim is to end the Arc Clan or Jaune Shouldn't Use... This year. So here are some new ideas:

-Yang and Jaune get into an argument over the best Professor Paradox (Aka the best Doctor from Doctor Who). This escalates when other friends get into the argument. Though they can all agree that the 13th-15th Professors were all awful.

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Jaune would argue on how the ideas would have been good and they had good ideas, just terrible execution and writing decisions... wait a minute

-Isabel doesn't just want Jaune to follow in her footsteps to become a doctor... She wants him to become a SUPERVILLAIN! Sure she's mostly retired but the rest of her daughters aren't interested! Tangy is the closest but she doesn't have any sense of PRESENTATION! So she's depressed Jaune wants to become a hero! But upon meeting Ruby and his new friends... The urge to build a death ray awakens.

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The Twins being mad scientists but not villians hurts but if a nice evil girl could seduce him to the dark side[more likely the opposite will happen] i mean Ruby already a mad scientist light with a tragic past that gets along with the twins!
Weiss more then happy to destroy her father and his board of directors along with the radical White Fang, Blake is a literal terrorist!
Yang trashes clubs beats up anyone that offends her and is related to Raven!
Pyrrha is simping so hard she'd be the perfect loyal minion!
May is an assassin ready and willing to kill everyone she meets!
Neo aka Trivia may even be an old acquaintance and killed her parents!
Cinder and Emerald are perfect evil daughters in law!
Does Evil! Isabel lament her old student running off before she could possibly date Jaune? And is Iridescent too crazy for her?

-Penny is chosen to be Remnant's Green Lantern. Hilarity ensues.

Spoiler: meet RWBY

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how does she design her outfit?

Spoiler: most female lanterns

meanwhile

Spoiler: reunion

Penguinmanereikel • 3y ago

Jaune: "You're cute like Ruby, small like Weiss, have an ahoge like Yang, and have nothing in common with Blake! You're perfect!"

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Weiss Whitley and Jaune

Spoiler: healthy siblings

Jaune being 1 of the keys the the schneeblings bonding with Whitley but dating one of his sisters or Willow

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Oblivious Jaune

Spoiler: imagine your OTP

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Fine... I'll do it myself.
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The dorm room was a battlefield of fabric, hair products, and Ruby's enthusiastic commentary. Yang stood in front of the full-length mirror, turning slowly as the white dress caught the light. It was her old dress from Signal, which Weiss had very kindly recommended a tailor to work it up since Yang didn't have the time or money to get a new one. It hugged her curves, flared at the hips, and shimmered gently. The back was open, showing just enough skin to make a statement without trying too hard. Her hair was down, golden waves cascading over both shoulders.

"Well…" she muttered, tugging at the hem one last time. "It looks better than I thought it would. So…" She looked over at Ruby, half-worried, half-cocky, "how do I look?"

Ruby, sprawled dramatically across her bed in her own red-and-black dress (already slightly rumpled from her bouncing), gasped like she'd witnessed a miracle.

"Ooh… Angelic!"

Yang smirked, but before she could fire back a quip, the door creaked open.

Jaune stepped in, probably looking for Ruby. He froze mid-step the second his eyes landed on her.

The bouquet of half-wilted roses he'd been holding for some reason slipped from his fingers and hit the floor with a soft thump.

He stared.

Not the usual awkward, blushing Jaune stare. This one was different. Like his brain had short-circuited and was still rebooting.

"More like…" he said slowly, voice a little rough around the edges, "…Yangelic."

Silence.

Ruby's jaw dropped. Yang's reflection in the mirror blinked once. Twice.

Yang turned to face him fully, one eyebrow arched so high it nearly escaped her hairline. For a long moment, the only sound was Ruby's barely-contained squeak of secondhand embarrassment.

Jaune's ears went bright red. He scrambled to pick up the roses, nearly tripping over his own feet in the process. "I—uh—I mean—wow. You look… really good. Like, 'the sun decided to put on a dress' good. Not that the sun needs a dress. Or that you're the sun. I mean you kind of are? But in a cool way, not a 'I will burn you' way—though you could burn me and I'd probably thank you—okay I'm shutting up now."

Yang just stared at him.

She crossed her arms, the motion making the dress shimmer again, and took one deliberate step closer. Jaune's eyes widened like a deer caught in very attractive headlights.

"You have a date to the dance, Vomit Boy?"

Jaune blinked. "Uh… No?"

Yang's smile was slow, sharp, and full of promise. She reached out, plucked one of the sad roses from his hand, and tucked it behind her ear like it was the most expensive accessory in Vale.

"You do now."

Ruby made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a dying teakettle and immediately rolled off the bed to hide under it.

Jaune opened and closed his mouth a few times. "I—wait—you're serious? Like, serious serious? Because I've been rejected by Weiss like seventeen times and I don't think my ego can handle—"

"Jaune." Yang's voice dropped, low and warm, the same tone she used right before she suplexed something into next week. "I'm serious. You're my date. Unless you've got a better offer?"

Jaune swallowed hard. The dopey, hopeful smile that spread across his face was so pure it almost hurt to look at.

"…No better offer. Never was."

Yang's grin turned feral and fond all at once. She grabbed the front of his hoodie, yanked him down, and kissed him right there in the middle of the dorm room — quick, confident, and just a little bit claiming.

When she pulled back, Jaune looked like he'd been hit with a very pleasant truck.

"Pick me up at seven," she said, patting his chest. "And try not to trip over your own feet on the way to the door. I'd hate for my date to concuss himself before the first dance."

Jaune nodded dumbly, turned, walked straight into the doorframe, and somehow managed to wave goodbye while rubbing his forehead.

Ruby's muffled voice came from under the bed. "I'm telling Dad you're getting married."

"Ha!" Yang laughed, "Maybe!"

 

[ThunderBasilisk]

Yang: Tell him he's gonna be a grandpa after the dance.
Ruby: What!?
Yang: well that definitely wasn't a Pringles can be shoved into his pants.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Some fun prompts:



-In an AU timeline Yang is taken by Raven when she is 11 or 12 and she trains to become a Bandit Queen. Raven then sends Yang off to Beacon to train (amd to play both Salem and Ozpin at the same time). This more brutal Yang latches onto Jaune initially to bully him into helping her but she ends up liking him and has no idea how to handle it.



-Pyrrha's ghost asks to possess Yang to express her feelings to Jaune one last time. But are those just Pyrrha's feelings?



-Pyrrha asks Yang's help with expressing her feelings to Jaune. Yang is just as clueless and tries to act like a rival to Pyrrha for Jaune's affections. But she catches feelings on accident.



-Yang recovers from Vytal in Radian under the care of Jaune's mother. She and Jaune recover together.



(Yes I know that's Sanctuary's plot. I'm stuck on it.)



-Weiss is gloating over having Neptune as a boyfriend when Yang has never had a kiss. Yang aims to fix this and Jaune is gonna help her!

 

[Bommel]

Some free ideas:

- Jaune has an interesting hobby, financial speculation.
He did it as a fun kind of game (using his own money, obviously), and he was really good at it, which means that by the time he arrives at Beacon, he already has millions and is the richest person there after Weiss (and possibly Ozpin), and nobody knows it.

- The Arc family is one of the very few that still has access to magic from before the Brothers gods left, specifically Blood Magic.

Spoiler: To safe space

Now Blood Magic is incredibly dangerous, both for the practitioner and in it's effects, not just because casting blood magic requires the caster to spill at least some of their own blood (though some spells can use substitute most of it for blood of others).
It's also mostly not the quick kind of magic that Ozpin and Salem display, being slower to cast (think rituals, even if they're short ones), but if it works it Really works, and can be cast from a pretty long distance too given the right setup and materials (blood of the target).

All those downsides may have been why the Brother gods kinda overlooked it when stripping Remnant of magic (and the fact that it was consider dark even back then).

All that said, one of the things that Blood magic is very good at is effecting the body and that of others, making it suprizingly good at healing, medical purposes, and body alterations (for better or worse, as damaging bodies also falls under those).

In fact, Jaune's Semblance is very closely related to the Blood magic his family practises, but instead of sacrificing his blood his Semblance sacrifices his Aura, and in turn is able to effect the Aura of others, though he personally doesn't know or suspect it (yet).
Jaune could, potentially, use his Semblance to enpower the Blood magic he knows, or vice versa, use blood magic to empower the use of his Semblance.
The body altering effects that his Semblance has on others is thus also pretty similar to blood magic, if not identical in some areas (yes that also includes any sexy ones, because again, blood magic can be used for a large variaty of things).

- I've managed to put a finger on why I'm not a fan of the Cardin/Velvet ship (HolyBuns) in general and ones with the goal of redeeming Cardin specifically.
It doesn't do the legwork of actually redeeming Cardin.
In almost all cases it just doesn't do it, or it kinda pretends that the redemption legwork has been done without actlually showing or writing any of it.
Unlike actually good redemption arcs like say Zuko from Avatar tLA, where the redemption takes tons of character development over a long time, rather than just instantly falling in love and they're suddenly not a bully anymore.
And before the actual switch to good guy takes place there needs to be a period where they're still on the wrong side (bad guy or still a bully), but you're actually are rooting for them to go through their redemption (again, rather than it happening instantly)..
Don't get me wrong, I'm a sucker for a good redemption story/arc, but it needs to be an actual GOOD redemption story/arc.

Spoiler: Trope Talk: Reformed Villains

View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vs2TkXBYT9A

"Pick me up at seven," she said, patting his chest. "And try not to trip over your own feet on the way to the door. I'd hate for my date to concuss himself before the first dance."

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- Silly thought, Yang and Jaune never end up making it to the dance.
When Jaune goes to pick Yang up, the moment they see each other they're so turned on they end up screwing each other the entire night, but it's from the perspective from their friends keep wondering where they are.

-Pyrrha asks Yang's help with expressing her feelings to Jaune. Yang is just as clueless and tries to act like a rival to Pyrrha for Jaune's affections. But she catches feelings on accident.

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- What if Yang's method not only actually worked, but Pyrrha is fine with sharing Jaune (at least for once as thanks for Yang's help, and Pyrrah finds that she likes it, mayhaps she was bi without knowing it).

 

[LordofBones]

Some fun prompts:
-Pyrrha's ghost asks to possess Yang to express her feelings to Jaune one last time. But are those just Pyrrha's feelings?

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Pyrrha's reasoning is that she and Yang are alike: tall, long-haired, buff, huge knockers.

Yang: "Hell yeah!"

-Pyrrha asks Yang's help with expressing her feelings to Jaune. Yang is just as clueless and tries to act like a rival to Pyrrha for Jaune's affections. But she catches feelings on accident.

-Weiss is gloating over having Neptune as a boyfriend when Yang has never had a kiss. Yang aims to fix this and Jaune is gonna help her!

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Yang: *wide-eyed, staring across Jaune's bare chest at a sleeping naked Pyrrha and Weiss, with Ruby just as bare and curled up between her and Jaune*
Yang: "What just happened? ...Four of us? ...VB outlasted me? ...Why can't I stop smiling? ...Stupid VB promising to put a dozen kids in me~"

 

[Fallout5368]

When you got your own jingle and a agency that sends someone after you everyday no matter what, then you got it made. That plus just imagine Jaune being sent to intern with him!

"Dr. Doofensmirtz, why are we putting your office over Vale's town hall?"
"So we can lord over my brother and pass all kinds of laws! Like banning Grimm Masks! Or brussel sprouts that were boiled!"

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Doof in RWBY would be hilarious; also, I fully expect Jaune to have remained in contact with everyone once he's in Beacon. Just imagine everyone's reaction to Jaune calling in help from a pharmacist. Only for the Inators to come out.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

The Beacon Green was alive with the sound of children's laughter under the warm afternoon sun. Mia and Sam ran hand-in-hand across the grass, giggling wildly as they chased each other in dizzy circles. Their tiny legs pumped as fast as they could, the two four-year-olds lost in their own world of pure, uncomplicated joy.

Jaune and Cardin sat on a nearby bench, watching the scene. Jaune had a soft, fond smile on his face. Cardin looked like he was trying very hard not to smile and failing.

Jaune chuckled. "They get along really well."

Cardin huffed, crossing his arms. "Yeah. Sam doesn't have many friends. She's… a lot."

Jaune glanced at him. "Why have you been looking after her so much lately? I thought your family had help back home."

Cardin rubbed the back of his neck. "Mom's having another baby. And since Sam awakened her Aura in the womb… it's safer to keep her here where there are people who can actually handle her if she gets too strong. Dad's busy, so I volunteered."

Jaune nodded. "I get it. Kids with early Aura can be a handful."

Cardin watched Sam tackle Mia into a hug, both of them laughing. "She's gentle with Mia, though. I'm glad. Mia seems good for her."

Jaune smiled. "Mia had trouble making friends before we came to Beacon. She was really shy. I'm happy she's opening up."

Velvet Scarlatina walked by at that moment, carrying a book under her arm. She paused when she saw the two little girls playing, a warm smile spreading across her face.

Mia and Sam spotted her immediately and ran over.

"Miss Velvet!" Mia cheered.

Sam grabbed her hand. "Bunny lady!"

Velvet knelt down and hugged both of them, laughing as they showed her a slightly squished caterpillar they'd found in the grass.

"You two are so cute," she said softly.

She looked up at Jaune and Cardin, then stood, steeling herself. She walked over to Jaune, ears twitching nervously.

"So, um, Jaune…" she began, cheeks pink. "The dance is coming up and I-I was wondering if you would like to go with me?"

Jaune blinked, surprised. "I… I'm really flattered, Velvet, but… I'm going by myself with Mia. It's… complicated."

Velvet's ears drooped. "Oh… I see."

"I'm sorry, Velvet," Jaune said gently.

Cardin snorted. "What, nobody's asked you yet?"

Velvet turned to him, ears flicking. "Why do you care?"

Sam, still holding Velvet's hand, piped up loudly, "Because Cardin wants to ask you out!"

Velvet's face went bright red. "What?!"

Cardin's face matched hers. "What?!"

Jaune grinned. "Well, Velv… he's rough around the edges, but he's interested."

Cardin hissed, "JAUNE."

Velvet stared at Cardin. "You… you do want to ask me? Why?"

Cardin looked anywhere but at her, face burning. "I, well… uh…"

Sam grinned. "He likes bunnies! Like me!"

Cardin groaned. "SAM!"

Mia clapped her hands. "We all like bunnies!"

Cardin grumbled, still red. "Look… if you don't have a date, then I can… ya know… ask you. It'd make Sam happy. I just… don't want her to cry. She's annoying when she cries."

Velvet stared at him for a long moment. Then her expression softened. "You pulled on my ears and called me names… You were pulling on my pigtails, huh?"

Cardin looked mortified. "I… uh… um…"

Jaune chuckled. "That's Cardin. About as mature as a six-year-old."

Cardin glared at him. "Shut up! Look… you wanna go or not?"

Velvet smiled shyly. "All right. But please dress nice."

Cardin huffed, still blushing. "Of course I'll dress nice! You'd better dress nicer!"

Velvet giggled. "I will…"

She hugged both Mia and Sam one last time, then walked off with a little spring in her step.

Cardin immediately rounded on his sister. "Sam, what the heck—?!"

Mia cheered. "Yay! Auntie Velvet will be happy!"

Sam nodded proudly. "Yeah!"

Jaune smirked at Cardin. "Geez, Cardin. You bully everyone you like? Should I be worried?"

Cardin groaned and buried his face in his hands. "Shut up!"

Mia and Sam ran off again, laughing and holding hands.

 

[GrimmKenway8646]

Mia and Sam ran off again, laughing and holding hands.

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Those little two gremlins are troublemakers but hey Cardin/Velvet sweeps again!

 

[zMADLAXz]

One thing I recently realised, Ruby's clumsiness, Weiss's bitchy and opportunist personality and Jaune's crush on Weiss mixed with his Father's horrible advice actually saved his life.

Pyrrha wouldn't have noticed Jaune if he didn't interrupt Weiss.

Jaune, wouldn't have interrupted Weiss if he didn't have a crush on her.

He wouldn't have crush on her if Weiss didn't call him a "Tall blonde and scraggly the previous day"

Weiss wouldn't have said that if Ruby didn't seek her out.

Ruby wouldn't have seeked her out if she didn't accidentally sneeze the potent dust mixture that Weiss was carrying.

You could say that his lack of knowledge of Huntsman world also helped him but honestly, Rest of RWBY and JNPR don't make a big deal out of Pyrrha's status so I wouldn't be sure about that.

 

[ThunderBasilisk]

These two are gonna be gremlins

 

[John Jackson]

These two are gonna be gremlins

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Wait till Aunt Nora starts training them

 

[AndrewJTalon]

@CountvonBarnOwl

The Sparring Match

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The training yard behind the Schnee manor was quiet except for the sound of blades clashing.

Ruby had been teasing Whitley for the last ten minutes.

"Come on, Mr. Schnee," she said with a playful grin, spinning Crescent Rose effortlessly. "You really think you know anything about real combat? You're more of a… strategy guy."

Whitley, breathing steadily, simply turned to Klein who stood nearby with a neutral expression.

"Klein, my sword please."

The butler handed over a practical, no-nonsense blade — strong, well-balanced, and dependable. Nothing flashy. Exactly like its owner.

Whitley tested the weight once, then gave Ruby a small, dangerous smile.

"Shall we?"

The fight started normally enough. Ruby was faster, flashier, a whirlwind of rose petals and scythe strikes. Whitley was precise, defensive, using his Glyphs to reposition and create openings.

Then Ruby overextended on a big swing.

In a blink, Whitley dropped his sword, stepped inside her guard, and caught her in a surprisingly effective wrestling hold — one arm locked around her waist, the other pinning her scythe arm.

Ruby yelped as her momentum was suddenly reversed.

"And where are you without your weapon, hm?" Whitley asked, voice low and smug against her ear. "As I recall, you struggle to fight without it?"

Ruby's face burned. "Well— d-dummy! I have… another weapon!"

Whitley raised an eyebrow, still holding her firmly. "And what's that?"

Ruby twisted in his grip, leaned up, and kissed him.

It was quick. Impulsive. A little clumsy.

But it worked.

Whitley's grip loosened in pure shock. Ruby immediately swept his leg and kicked him backward into the training yard wall with a solid thud.

"GAH!"

Ruby struck a triumphant pose, cheeks still flushed. "HA! I've gotten a LOT better since Beacon!"

Whitley sat up slowly, rubbing his back. He stared at her for a long moment, breathing hard.

Then he stood up, retrieved his sword, and dusted himself off with surprising calm.

"One more round."

Ruby smirked, trying to play it cool even as her heart raced. "Hoping I'll kiss you again?"

Whitley paused, considering her words with that same thoughtful intensity he brought to everything.

"No," he said finally, a small, determined smile tugging at his lips. "I'm going to be kissing you this time."

Ruby's brain short-circuited. Her face went bright red as she sputtered, "W-Wha— you— that's— you can't just—!"

Whitley didn't give her time to recover. He lunged forward with renewed focus, sword raised.

And Ruby — still blushing furiously — met him with a laugh and a spinning scythe strike.

The match continued.

But something in the air between them had definitely changed.

And neither of them seemed to mind one bit.

 

[Sir Borks-a-Lot]

In the meantime Klein is watching from the side and wondering if he should get a refresher on how to help take care of a baby yet or if he has a few more years before that.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

The combined teams of RWBY, JNPR, and the ever-chaotic KDAM trudged along a dusty Mistral road toward a tiny village nestled in the mountains. The air smelled of pine, though Jaune felt that the scent of shenanigans was also in there somewhere.

Ruby bounced ahead like a hyperactive pinball, Crescent Rose slung over her shoulder. "Wow! A mission all the way to Mistral! This is so great, huh, Yang?!"

Yang walked with her hands behind her head, glancing sideways at the Konosuba crew. "Mostly, yeah. At least Kazuma's keeping Aqua on a tight leash."

Aqua, waddling slightly and cradling a jar of pickles in one hand and a bowl of vanilla ice cream in the other, took an enthusiastic bite of both at once. "Om nom nom… We wouldn't even need you if I wasn't pregnant!"

Kazuma's expression could have curdled milk. "Yeah, that's exactly why Ozpin invited a goddess, a masochist knight, and an explosion gremlin along."

Aqua gasped dramatically, nearly dropping her snacks. "UWAH! Kazuma! How dare you be mean to the mother of your first child!"

Darkness, armor clanking with every step, clasped her hands together and practically swooned. "How dare you not abuse me, your fiancée! Oh, but this neglect is its own exquisite torment~!"

Megumin puffed out her chest. "Seriously, Kazuma, you scumbag!"

Kazuma pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed the sigh of a man who had died and come back too many times. "Anyway… Jaune? You can handle the heavy lifting here, right?"

Jaune gave a confident thumbs-up. "Sure thing!"

Pyrrha tilted her head. "Heavy lifting? You've been here before?"

"Sure! And I've met several Crimson Demons before, not just Megumin."

Ren's voice was calm, but there was a hint of foreboding. "The Crimson Demons are renowned throughout Mistral for having powerful Semblances and incredible Aura techniques… among other things."

Weiss raised a delicate eyebrow. "Like what?"

Before anyone could answer, the sky ahead flashed crimson. A perfectly timed, completely unnecessary explosion bloomed on the path, and four figures in dramatic black-and-red outfits materialized in a cloud of smoke, striking poses so elaborate they looked choreographed by a theater kid on six espressos.

The first, a man with slicked-back hair and a gleaming employee badge, adjusted his glasses with a finger gun. "BEHOLD, WEARY TRAVELERS! I am called CHARLIE! I am the most powerful HOTEL MANAGER OF THE CRIMSON DEMONS, AND MY DREAM IS TO ONE DAY MANAGE A FIVE-STAR RESORT!"

The second flung travel brochures like throwing stars. "I AM RENATO, MOST POWERFUL TOUR GUIDE OF THE CRIMSON DEMONS! I dream of making enough money to move out of my parents' basement! BEHOLD MY BROCHURES OF DOOM!"

The third, a sharp-eyed woman with a clipboard, struck a businesslike pose. "I AM SENNA, MOST POWERFUL SECRETARY FOR THE CRIMSON DEMON VILLAGE CHAMBER OF COMMERCE! I WILL SECURE A THREE PERCENT REVENUE INCREASE THROUGH OUTSIDE INVESTMENT! HIYAH!"

Team RWBY and most of JNPR stared in stunned silence.

Team KDAM did not.

Kazuma stepped forward with the enthusiasm of someone filing taxes and struck a half-hearted pose. "I am Kazuma Satou, leader of team KDAM, adventurer and peerless rogue. My future wives, Megumin and Yunyun, are the foremost archmages of the Crimson Demons."

Megumin immediately detonated into full chuunibyou mode. "THAT'S RIGHT! BEHOLD! I, MEGUMIN OF THE CRIMSON DEMONS, HAVE SECURED A WEDDING RING FROM KAZUMA! OUR NUPTIALS ARE ALL BUT ASSURED, WITH MY RIVAL YUNYUN JOINING ME AS SISTER-WIFE!"

Charlie's eyes sparkled like a used-car salesman spotting fresh prey. "WELL MET, KAZUMA SATOU OF KDAM! BUT WHO ARE YOUR COMPANIONS?! DO THEY REQUIRE ACCOMMODATIONS AT OUR HUMBLE HOTEL? DO THEY HAVE THE SPIRIT TO WITHSTAND OUR TWENTY-FOUR-HOUR ROOM SERVICE?!"

Ruby blinked. "…Huh?"

Weiss's eye twitched. "What."

Pyrrha offered a polite, bewildered smile. "…Sorry?"

Blake just scoffed. "So melodramatic."

Nora's eyes went heart-shaped. "COOL!"

Ren sighed. Though the small smile indicated it was just out of habit.

Jaune clapped his hands once. "Like we planned, guys."

Nora saluted with manic glee. "ROGER!"

Jaune stepped forward, flared his Aura like a dramatic cape, and struck a pose with one hand dramatically shielding his face. Ren and Pyrrha fell in beside him with practiced grace, and Nora vaulted onto her hammer behind them, arms spread wide like a discount Captain Ginyu.

"I AM JAUNE ARC!" he bellowed, voice cracking only slightly. "LEADER OF TEAM JNPR AND NOT THE MOST POWERFUL STUDENT AT BEACON! BUT MY DREAM IS TO BECOME A GREAT HUNTSMAN LIKE MY ANCESTORS BEFORE ME! THIS IS MY BOMBER NORA, FEARSOME AND UNPREDICTABLE! MY ASSASSIN REN, SILENT BUT DEADLY! AND PYRRHA, MY LANCER AND STALWART MENTOR—THE INVINCIBLE GIRL!"

Nora triggered a perfectly timed ring of pink Dust grenades behind them. A pillar of fire and sparkles shot into the sky like the world's most extra fireworks show.

The Crimson Demons erupted into thunderous applause and cheers.

Yang's jaw dropped. "…Seriously?"

Jaune dropped the pose, grinning sheepishly. "It's just how they do things. Go for it, Ruby!"

Ruby's silver eyes went wide. "Eh? OH! Um—" She spun Crescent Rose in a flashy circle and struck what she clearly thought was a cool pose. "I AM RUBY ROSE, LEADER OF RWBY AND MOST POWERFUL… SKIPPED-TWO-GRADES HUNTRESS-IN-TRAINING AT BEACON! MY DREAM IS TO BE AS GOOD A HUNTRESS AS MY MOM AND TO EAT MY OWN WEIGHT IN COOKIES! ALSO I HAVE AN ADORABLE DOG!" She yanked Zwei out of her cloak pouch; the corgi barked enthusiastically. "THIS IS WEISS SCHNEE, MY BEST FEMALE FRIEND AND REALLY GOOD WITH DUST! BLAKE BELLADONNA, MY NINJA GIRL WHO LOVES PORN—"

"EROTICA!" Blake hissed, ears flattening.

"AND MY BIG SISTER YANG WHO SHOULD REALLY BE BACKING ME UP RIGHT NOW!"

Yang sighed the sigh of the terminally embarrassed, stepped behind Ruby, and struck a lazy, one-handed pose.

Ruby spun toward Weiss. "WEISS!"

Weiss rolled her eyes so hard it was audible and gave the world's most half-hearted salute with Myrtenaster.

Ruby turned desperately to Blake. "Blake? Blaaaaaake!"

Blake stood perfectly still, arms crossed, face the picture of unimpressed feline disdain.

The Crimson Demons collectively booed like disappointed theater critics.

Megumin shook her head sadly. "Jaune's was way better!"

Senna nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! Though we really do appreciate your potential business!"

Ruby's lower lip wobbled. "GUYSSSS!"

Weiss adjusted her ponytail with an icy look.

"I don't care if it's for the mission. Some things are not worth our dignity."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59437609/chapters/234684111

 

[Sliverhero]

Cue JNPR and Ruby get the five star treatment while weiss blake amd yang get the shed.

Thinking on something funny the crimson demons must have a telescope that can see into salem personal shower somehow. Kinda like in canon konsuba with the demon king daughter

 

[Gur40]

Who Stole Jaune's Onsie

Spoiler: cute

atleast he still has his hoodie... for now

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Glynda, Winter and who?

Spoiler: blushing

ss

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Step-Sibling War in a nutshell

Spoiler: I'm a Mom

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upgrading the Rusted Knight

Spoiler: Fur

1 skinned Cat

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Daddy Jaune and his daddies girl

Spoiler: serious

i can see Glynda and Winter kids copying mommies stern face

daddy jaune and every time

Spoiler: talking to baby

before and after they are born

If Whitley was a girl

Spoiler: entire bloodline

Spoiler: Which timeline?

i wanna say Pyrrha but it could also be Glynda

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any plan by any member of team RWBY

Spoiler: chaos and plot armor

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girl failure in a nutshell

Spoiler: local news

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Jaune from the outside looking in

Spoiler: every timeline

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SEW are Cryptids from tumblr

Spoiler: cryptid ruby

howlingday
Apr 4, 2024

Blake: (Gulps)

Yang: What's up, Blakey?

Blake: It's your sister. There's this sinister aura around her and it's really unsettling for me.

Yang: Ah, don't worry about it. She might seem standoffish, but she's just a normal girl, like you and me! She just, y'know, likes to dress up like a goth.

Blake: Oh no, her clothes are fine.

Ruby: (Crawling backwards under bed, Dragging cookie bag with teeth)

Blake: It's the rest of her that scares the shit out of me.

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howlingday
9h
Characteristics of a Cryptid
(According to search engine)
Jaune: Oh, Ruby, you're bleeding! (Points)

Ruby: (Looks at wound on arm)

Jaune: Hang on, let me just get you a bandage-

Ruby: (Bites arm, Suckles, Removes, Healed)

Jaune: ...What?

C. 1 - Scientific unverifiability
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Yang: So, according to this book of fairy tales, a silver-eyed warrior is a pale humanoid with silver eyes, a dark head of hair like a human's, and thin limbs.

Ruby: (Covered by a red cloak)

Yang: ...And according to this book, a silver-eyed warrior is just a human born with silver eyes.

Ruby: (Slowly blinks silver eyes)

C. 2 - Attempt to separate undiscovered animals from creatures of fantasy.
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Blake: ...Hello? (Draft blows behind her) What-?! Who's there?! (Sees dark lump) Ruby...? (Approaches) Is that you? (Touches)

Ruby: (Whips around, Silver eyes gleam, Orange-red fluid around lips)

Blake: (Sighs) Oh, good. It's just you, Ruby. Have you seen my book?

Ruby: (Slurps up canned pasta)

C. 3 - Biologically plausability

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howlingday
Jan 5, 2023
Ruby: Yang...

Yang: Hm?

Ruby: Yang, I crave VIOLENCE.

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dragon-razor-writings
Jun 23, 2024
Yang: *goes back to her book* "Yeah, well make sure you get back before dark. Don't want to scare the hikers again."

Ruby: "Okay!" *Blitzes off to the woods, eyes glowing*

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drenosa
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Jun 23, 2024
At Beacon...

Ruby: Yang... the craving.

Yang: *Trying to study, sighs* Keep your tracker on, earlier curfew because you're unfamiliar with the urban terrain, and no targeting the police.

Ruby: Uuugh, fine... *Dissappears in a flurry of ominous rose petals whilst muttering*

Blake: Pardon my Valean but what the-

Weiss: -The Fuck was that?!

Yang: *Still studying* Don't worry about it. Never had a fatality. Well... aside from a few unfortunate pets maybe.

Weiss: That just raises more questions!

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superiorsturgeon
Jun 23, 2024
Cardin: *in the forest for community service after fighting with Jaune* I have a feeling today's going to be a bad day…!

Jaune: *in the forest for community service after fighting with Cardin* I feel like today's going to be a perfect day…!

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howlingday
Jun 23, 2024
Cardin: Wait! Did you hear that?

Jaune: Yup. Birds chirping, wind tossing the leaves in the light of a gorgeous sunset, and, oh yeah, you not doing your work.

Cardin: Screw you, man! There's something out there...

Jaune: Well, if you remember in class, freaking out is the last thing we want to do. Besides, so long as the bullhead shows up on time, we'll be just fine!

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Bullhead: I repeat, we are en route back to base. Invisible bogey just shot our main engines. Not risking backups. Repeat, we are coming back to base...
Ruby: (Sighs, Smiles)

Ruby: (Hears distant, Closes in)

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superiorsturgeon
Jun 23, 2024
Cardin: *torn clothes* IT'S IN THE TREES!!

Jaune: *missing his clothes and smeared with mud to cover his heat signature* GET TO DA CHOPPA!!

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howlingday
Jun 23, 2024
Russel: Cardin, dude, what happened?!

Cardin: I... I need a cold beer and a burger...

Russel: ...Dude, we're 17.

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Pyrrha: Jaune! Are you okay?!

Jaune: Fine. Just fine. Hey, quick question, completely unrelated, what do you do if you can only hear out of your right ear, but that same ear is a styrofoam cup? Like, is that an emergency care or an urgent care thing?

Pyrrha: ...MEDIC!

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Ruby" (Comes in, Dragging a tree branch)

Yang: Ahp, ahp, ahp! You know the rules, Ruby. If it can't fit in your bed, it can't stay in the room.

Ruby: (Whines, Tosses tree out the window)

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drenosa
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Jun 24, 2024
The next day

Ruby: *Happily yapping with Jaune about dorky, nerdy gun stuff* ... and that's why a bullet would get a +p designation. Further more...

Jaune: *Bandaged, his ear covered with a special medical shell, listening attentively*

Blake&Weiss: *Watching how a cryptid talks her best friend's ear off*

Blake: We're definitely looking at the same person, right?

Weiss: It is hard to believe, but I have to say yes.

Yang: You gals are thinking way too hard about this. Ruby's Ruby, nothing weird about that.

Weiss: Then what the hell happened yesterday?!

Yang: *Looking at Weiss likes she's a bit slow* That was Ruby. Come on Weissy, I thought you were the smart one!

Weiss: *High-pitched angry Weiss noises*

Blake: So... Ruby becoming, or being, a cryptid doesn't strike you as weird?

Yang: *Thinking about the weird stuff her family can do* No, not really. Should it?

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howlingday
Jun 24, 2024
Yang: Besides, you think this is weird, you should hear about the stuff our mom got up to.

Weiss: ...I'm going to regret asking this, but what do you mean?

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Yang: Mommy? Daddy? I had a bad dre-

Summer: (Looking away, Snaps head 180°)

Yang: (Suddenly back in bed) Okaygoodnight.

Simple Solutions

Spoiler: stolen from tumblr

notmaplemable
12h

Say It

Jaune: Ruby, say it.

Ruby: No.

Jaune: Say it!

Ruby: ...No.

Jaune: Be honest about your feelings and say it!

Ruby: Fine!

Ruby: I'M UPSET AND I NEED EVERYONE TO NOT NEED ME FOR A MINUTE SO I CAN RECOVER!!!

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wu-gang-writing
Jul 1

Ruby: Are you doing this because I want you to or because you want to?

Jaune: I don't understand. That's a distinction without a difference

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wu-gang-writing
Jun 19

Ruby: It is irresponsible and reckless for you to sacrifice yourself.

Jaune: Alright so what's your brilliant plan?

Ruby: To sacrifice myself.

Jaune: If you think I'm spending even a full minute in this fucking universe with your corpse, dear flower-girl, you've lost your goddamn mind.

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wu-gang-writing
Apr 28

Ruby: Who said you could do that?

Jaune: Ruby? Your enemies are ontologically evil. There's no act I could do against them that's morally wrong and I still killed them quickly.

Weapon Swap

Spoiler: weight

 

[zMADLAXz]

upgrading the Rusted Knight

Click to shrink...

You don't know how much I want Jaune to have a cool cape like Kratos had.

Or something Like Yhwach had in Bleach

I don't want him to have White fur of cape because Black or a darker shade would complement his Gold/White scheme much better.

Also to symbolize his maturity with his experience.

 

[IvanR1314]

You don't know how much I want Jaune to have a cool cape like Kratos had.

Or something Like Yhwach had in Bleach

I don't want him to have White fur of cape because Black or a darker shade would complement his Gold/White scheme much better.

Also to symbolize his maturity with his experience.

Click to shrink...

what about the Doom Slayer's gear in Doom the Dark Ages?

 

[zMADLAXz]

what about the Doom Slayer's gear in Doom the Dark Ages?

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I FUCKING KNEW I WAS FORGETTING SOMETHING!

Extra points if Jaune keeps his armor and sleeves around his biceps open to show off his prison Ever-After Gains like Iron Mike Tyson.

 

[IvanR1314]

I FUCKING KNEW I WAS FORGETTING SOMETHING!

Extra points if Jaune keeps his armor and sleeves around his biceps open to show off his prison Ever-After Gains like Iron Mike Tyson.

Click to shrink...

Doom Eternal Default Armor Variant?

 

[zMADLAXz]

Doom Eternal Default Armor Variant?

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The Praetor Armor? Hmmmm, I mean it is a cool armor but I was thinking that Jaune should keep his white with gold tincture design theme.

 

[Sliverhero]

The Praetor Armor? Hmmmm, I mean it is a cool armor but I was thinking that Jaune should keep his white with gold tincture design theme.

Click to shrink...

Something like this

Spoiler: Armour

 

[zMADLAXz]

Something like this

Spoiler: Armour

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YES! This.

And I don't know, if the Helmet is reminding me of the Mandalorian helmet or Revan's Helmet?

 

[CountvonBarnOwl]

The Overwatch of cartoons.

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HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

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-In an AU timeline Yang is taken by Raven when she is 11 or 12 and she trains to become a Bandit Queen. Raven then sends Yang off to Beacon to train (amd to play both Salem and Ozpin at the same time). This more brutal Yang latches onto Jaune initially to bully him into helping her but she ends up liking him and has no idea how to handle it.

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Changed up a few of the details but am working on it now. I will have it done this week.

Edit 7-18-26

And here it is, the first insane and incomplete look into my Yang Branwen AU

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Yang Branwen

"Jaune Arc," Glynda called, and every nerve in the aforesaid student's body snapped to attention for an instant before going slack. Another Combat class where he was called up, another loss to be added to his and his team's record.



Wordlessly, he got up, his team's gentle – albeit loud in Nora's case – words of encouragement fading to static in the back of his mind. He wasn't hoping on winning. No, that was beyond him.



Everybody here had either been in PCS since eleven, or had spent at least six years living outside the walls of the Kingdoms.



He had family, sure, he had a legacy behind him, sure, he had numberless Arc ancestors, aunts, uncles, and cousins who could trounce half of the class, and trounce the other half without breaking a sweat.



But what did that leave plain old Jaune? He couldn't call his great grandmother to fight his battles for him, not that she wouldn't draw steel to defend him. He had the heritage, but he hadn't taken it anywhere. Not until he had taken a piece of that heritage, a piece of that legacy, Corocea Mors, and its collapsable heater shield, and taken it to Beacon.



That he did by himself, Jaune admitted, rebuilding some of his flagging confidence.



True, he enlisted the aid of a man and a woman whose real names, he had a feeling, were not Greek and Morpheus in supplying him with a forged transcript from a PCS that had gone dark at the beginning of the year, but the actual journey of it, that part, he did.



That was all Jaune Arc.



In fact, Jaune considered, as he made his way from the student gallery to the locker rooms to change, forget fighting tenaciously and trying to avoid being beaten silly by one of the students who clearly knew what they were doing for as long as possible.

He was going to fight, and he was going to win. He had enough Aura that only four students in the class had the strength to take down within the class period. He could wear his opponent down; he could pressure his opponent. He could force his opponent into making a mistake, he could outlast his opponent, or force a ring-out. No matter who that opponent was.



"Yang Branwen." Glynda Goodwitch called out.



'Fuck.' Jaune thought to himself, as anxiousness and frustration tore him down from his crest of hope.



Yang Branwen was on his shortlist of big threats. Along with Ruby Rose, who was her long-lost half-sister, from what he understood as far as his first friend at Beacon had intimated him with the facts. It made sense, Ruby had to have whatever strength genes her sister had if she could lug that massive sixty-pound sniper rifle around all day.



But the taller sister, with wild, sunshine-blonde hair that seemed to whip and writhe with a life of its own (or, at least her ahoge did), and practically shone in the light, as well as a few buttons on her blouse not buttoned, and a skirt that had been modified to calf-length for reasons he did not fully understand.



She was grinning behind that red and yellow facemask of hers, the one that matched the scarf she used whenever she tied her hair back and didn't reach for the purple one.



Jaune had to admit. He liked the purple one. It brought out her eyes in a way that did not make her look… hungry.



But for now, he needed to take stock of the situation.



In the locker room, as he changed into his hoodie and jeans, as well as his armor, Jaune took stock of what he knew about Yang Branwen.



The name gave enough away, Ruby had mentioned that her uncle Qrow had a sister, a sister with whom her father had another daughter before her own parents married. Yang's mother mysteriously disappeared shortly after she was born, clearing the way for Ruby's mother. Then, some time after Ruby's mother died, Jaune was still not sure on the timeline, and even less sure that it was his place to press, Yang disappeared.



The sisters had met once again, on the way to Beacon, and had been attempting to reacquaint with one another. Jaune knew this firsthand, he had been the one to ruin their reunion when his motion sickness caused him to remind himself as to what he had for breakfast, all over their boots.



Ruby had forgiven him easily enough, albeit after her own embarrassing incident involving some loose Dust and Remnant's greatest pop star.



But he had been on thin ice with the elder. He was pretty sure he still was, but her physical displays, her pushes, shoves, all of the time she manhandled him, had ceased by the time it became clear that she couldn't win against Pyrrha in a one-on-one.



Jaune was grateful to Pyrrha, beyond words, for all of the one-on-one help she had given him. But he couldn't spend his entire career as a Huntsman hiding behind her, nor even his academic career at Beacon.



Yang had, for her part, settled for staring at him whenever she could. But there was an intensity to it. There was an intensity to everything that Yang did.



A part of him wanted to let her toss him around and just get it over with. The rest of him discarded the thought as soon as it came up. Team RWBY and Team JNPR were friends. Inasmuch as one could have friends in a place like Beacon, where the awkward clash of teenage hormones and big personalities danced a waltz with the adrenaline-spiking clash of steel and gunfire. Letting her win would definitely piss her off. It would definitely alienate her.



He didn't understand Yang's worldview. He hadn't lived most of his life in the ninety seven percent of the world's landmass where the Grimm ruled. It was probable that nobody who spent their entire life behind walls their ancestors built ever could. Not fully. But he understood enough that it would be some sort of disavowal or disassociation, some insult or declaration of hostility.



He'd have to make her earner victory.



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As Jaune walked into the arena he took stock of his opponent. Hair tied back in a braided ponytail protected by a purple scarf? Check. Wide sunny-yet-wolfish smile complimenting those staring eyes? Check.



'Weapons, Jaune, weapons' Jaune's brain reminded him before his analysis could plunge into the valley of that revealing double breasted crop-top that she wore in place of her usual seifuku under her not quite as cropped or revealing leather jacket with laminar overlayers.



On her shoulder rested a heavy axe, longer than she was tall, with a jagged blade that had to be at least two feet from heel to toe. Jaune knew that axe well. He had seen it in combat against the Grimm, and spent a good number of spars doing his best to avoid its blade. Especially if Yang decided on being a sadist that day and turned one of the Dust effects on.



The hammer head opposite the blade was simpler, but no less horrifying. A giant meat tenderizer, certain to stop and tenderize even a charging Death Stalker. Its Dust mechanism was much simpler, at each vertex between four of the pyramidal points on the head was a small Dust chamber. Pulling the right trigger would activate these Dust chambers, all loaded with Gravity Dust, and suck whatever was trying to get out of the way of the hammer's fall back in, and use physics to deal double damage, because whatever came back into Yang's hammer did so with about as much impact force as one of Yang's merciless downswings.



And even Jaune's nigh-on bottomless Aura could barely stand two of such hits during one of Yang's downswings.



The whole monstrosity could mechashift into a semi-auto railgun, and Jaune was not going to let himself be hit by an APFSDS round doing Mach ten.



And since that was not a good enough place to let the nightmares end, Yang had supplemented this with a golden vambrace, worn in place of the segmented armor on her left forearm. It wasn't a hydraulic, mechanical, or servo-assisted fist, or even a boxing glove. She had made it clear that she did not need such a thing. But just above her index and middle finger was the muzzle for a short-barreled Dust launcher, the ammunition for which was kept in a drum near her elbow.



Yang had intimated everybody in her circle of friends on the all of the ways that a burst of exploding Dust bolts, beams of gelatinized Lightning Dust, or a charged shot could ruin the day of a Grimm, or anything that wasn't a Grimm.



And that was just what the wild woman brought as a backup.



'Her Aura reserve is second only to my own and the distance between the two of us is vast.' Jaune thought to himself. 'She can compensate for this with better Aura control, achieving more with less Aura than what I can do. Moreover, her weapons are devastating and variable. The most I can do is slip my shield back onto my sword and make a club. She will not let me play the attrition game, and I cannot afford more than one trade, maybe two or three, if they are all glancing blows.'



Jaune worked the problem out in his head as Glynda went over the rules of the match. Fight until somebody's Aura drops into the red, is thrown out of bounds, or Glynda intercedes and decides the match. Tournament rules, and no lethal blows.



That last provision was something that Jaune considered leveraging. Yang was made for devastation. There weren't too many ways she could use her weapons without lethality. Some people knew tournament rules, Pyrrha for instance was a four-times-champion. She knew exactly how much follow through to allow on a swing, how to translate one move into the next, and how to finish and flourish enough to work the crowd.



Yang, on the other hand, fought like Ren and Nora. There was a built-in ruthlessness to even the nicest of people who lived outside of the Kingdoms. Every fight could be final. And for refugees fleeing ruined settlements or pop-cities, food was no guarantee. It was why banditry seemed like such an easy out to one's problems, if that was one's entire life.



Jaune could try forcing Yang out on a technicality. It wouldn't be as bad as forfeiture; she might blame her own lack of discipline. But his team would definitely know for sure, as would Yang's. Team RWBY was watching too, and with Ruby's eye for detail and countless similarities and parallels to her sister, she might take exception on Yang's behalf. That would certainly see two friendships jeopardized.



Before he could think further, Jaune's body leapt out of the way of a green-purple projectile about two fingers wide and as long as his head, and another, before her brought his shield to bear, taking the third.



He did not need to lower it to see where Yang was. He could guess well enough from the sound of her boots.



"HYAAAA!" He heard her shriek as she brought her axe in a wide arc. No Dust, no energy, just steel and speed. She wouldn't be open. Jaune had seen that trick before. She'd release the axe from her left hand and recover it quicker. Both bringing her supplemental weapon to bear and extending the range of her swing.



Jaune ran in and slid under the blow. Yang hadn't expected it, but she was already twisting and flexing her elbow to bring her arm cannon to bear. Jaune rolled toward the axe, once, then he kicked out at her right leg, where all of her weight should have been distributed.



The combination of the axe's momentum and the sudden impact of a steel shod boot slamming into the base of her calf sent Yang tumbling to the floor.



Jaune sprang up, to the cheering of other students, or so he thought. Because when Jaune had righted himself, he realized that the other students weren't cheering, they were laughing.



Embarrassment flushed his face. Had he lost his belt again? Jaune pressed the pommel of his sword to his thigh, checking to make sure that his pants covered more than just his ankles.



Then he looked down. Yang had landed awkwardly, and that ankle-length pleated skirt she wore was now covering everything above her waist.



Given the nuances of dorm life seeing a few people in their underwear was inevitable. But this was the first time he had seen anything above the cuisses of a girl who was not on his own team.



Jaune was distracted from the heat in his face and the odd sensation of, for once, being the upright student when the whole class was laughing by the explosive burst of motion from the floor. Yang leveraged herself up and had either pushed or thrown herself into a sort of rolling pirouette in the air.



Jaune barely got his shield up between his torso and the head of Yang's axe. There was a crash of metal on metal as he flew, through the air, left arm first and tumbling over himself before landing downside-up.



He checked the scoreboard before beginning to right himself. Yang's Aura was at 98%, his at 84%, the angle of his shield had diverted most of the force of her swing upward. There was one of the glancing blows he had hoped for earlier. And even that would have been enough to end the match with more than a few students here. Even with Team RWBY and Team JNPR put together, he would make up the majority of the whole group's Aura by himself.



Jaune doubted that he could get lucky like that again. Yang was a monster in battle. 'I have to dodge the gun and bring the fight into measure of my blade.' Jaune thought as he rose up. But before he could decide how he would do that, Yang made the decision for him.



She practically flew at him. In a fraction of the time that it would take for a man to blink, she was on him again and bringing her axe down.



Operating on pure instinct, Jaune stepped left, and hit the head of the axe with the flat of his blade off to his right. As Yang's axe carved a small crater into the floor of the training room, Jaune's left hand clenched and he made to punch her with the edge of his shield. He drove the shield into her mouth and nose. Her Aura took it. And her Aura took the second one.



Her Aura took a strike from his sword too. It had been a paltry blow, intended principally to keep the cannon arm busy, but he felt Corocea Mors blade glance off the weapon's housing, he didn't even need to look at where his own blade was, in an instant he felt the resistance of her Aura as it slammed into her thorax.



Then, Yang wrapped an Aura-coated hand around his blade. Her arm jerked twice, wrenching Jaune's ancestral weapon it free from his grip, before tossing it across the arena over her shoulder.



Then, she shifted her center of gravity, throwing her full weight into her hips and slamming them into his pelvis while pulling his forearm high. Her heel hooked around one of his legs and before Jaune knew it, he was up and over Yang's hip and shoulder.



Then he was on his back, with Yang straddling him, her fist hurtling down. He brought his shield up instinctively, only for it to be sledgehammered against his head and chest by Yang's fist.



Even as his shield collided with his face, Jaune was already putting his counterplay into action. Yang – the berserker – would certainly try to get another shot in. From that starting point, and planning purely by instinct, Jaune supposed that if he moved his shield at just the right time, if he twisted it at just the right angle, she'd have all her weight behind her fist, and with that nowhere between her and the ground, she'd be flat on her belly.



Jaune didn't feel with his arm, or with his shield, he felt with the thin layer of Aura he projected across its surface. As soon as that felt skin, his arm moved. Rotating his forearm and flexing his wrist twisted the angular shield as sideways as it could go, deflecting the force of Yang's punch while leaving her wide open and overbalanced.



But without the nineteen-pound slab of metal between his eyes and his opponent, Jaune remembered something that he had forgotten in the heat of the moment, Yang was on top of him. He had gotten rid of the limb between her upper body and the ground, but he hadn't gotten rid of the Jaune between her upper body and the ground.



Almost in slow motion, a curtain of incandescent tresses, the color of a summer sun fell over his vision. Next was something heavy, a weight that he really, really didn't want to think about given both his clothes and his proximity to a woman, settling across his breastplate.



That weight though, it made the slow-motion fall slow even further, as the extra hit of adrenaline and hormones boosted Jaune's perception to new heights. He could pick out every eyelash on Yang's widening eyes as she fell toward him. He could see the topography of her lips and tongue as they moved to let out a yelp.



Right up until they fell onto his own mouth, and a pair of lilac irises that may as well have gotten to the size of dinner plates swallowed up the whole cone of his vision.



The impromptu kiss had happened because Jaune had tried to evade Yang's unintentional, gravity-propelled headbutt. At least, that was what Jaune would try to tell the teacher, his teammates, Yang's teammates, his parents, Yang's father, Yang's uncle, Yang's mother, his own sisters, and himself when he would later be questioned by each on that very issue. And as far as explanations went, it was straightforward, reasonable, wholly understandable, and even true. Which bought him a lot of leeway with many of the parties who had taken an interest in the matter.



As to why his first instinct when she was on top of him had been to slip his tongue into her mouth… It was a good thing that very few parties on the foregoing list knew enough of the incident to ask him about that one directly.



To himself, he would say reflex, to Yang, he would say that it was an automatic response to a beautiful woman kissing him out of nowhere. The latter probably touched reality more. His short time in Beacon made his dreams come true one right after another.



The dizzying euphoria, or perhaps it was oxygen deprivation, of the protracted kiss was by degrees replaced with alarm as the gradient of the lilac eyes that he had been staring into for what had to have exceeded thirty seconds by now, shifted red.



Jaune could not describe the way he was feeling at the moment, or perhaps he could, but he had the vague suspicion that it would be worth his life, to at least some people, if he did.



Fortunately, the professor called the match there.



"Congratulations are in order Mister Arc, Miss Branwen. You are the first two students in Beacon's history to bring your match to a draw by kissing for over two minutes." Yang broke the kiss immediately, the red draining from her eyes but flooding the rest of her face as Professor Goodwitch spoke. "Though I would advise against trying that tactic against the Grimm, you will not find them to be as… receptive… as you have demonstrated yourselves to be. Although you will be seeing that for yourselves in Saturday detention in Forever Fall. You may get off of Mister Arc's pelvis now, Miss Branwen."



Jaune wondered if it was possible to blush so hard one's face would explode. If it were, he must have gotten very near to the threshold as he and Yang hurriedly collected their weapons and scrambled for the locker rooms to the thunder of their fellow students' laughter, applause, cheers, and what, for half a second, sounded like a "boo" from Nora.



Within the safety of the locker room, Jaune allowed himself a slight chuckle. Nora had always been the most vocal supporter of his efforts to court Weiss from among his team.



However, he was not going to let the confounding of his teammate's matchmaking plans get him down. He was improving. He had caused his opponent as much embarrassment as he had received. And technically, left the arena with something other than a loss. Hopefully this was evidence of real growth, and not a one-time-fluke.



"Heya, Vomit Boy."



<- To Be Continued