[RWBY] RWBY Shorts

[Gur40]

Team STRQ aka Summer Rose Harem

Spoiler: Beacon Days

my money is on the CRWBY version just being a hot mess of failures because no adult can be competent in there show

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this is literally Jaune journey

Spoiler: accidental MC

Jaune: Everyone hated my 2parter in v1 so i'll be a side character now
also some how gets all the good character moments and growth

Spoiler: Dad Jaune

notmaplemable

Brave

Ruby: *Hears crying from her kid's bedroom* Honey? Are you-

Jaune: *Laying in their toddlers bed with a picture book and crying*

Lancaster Kid: *Snuggled up to Jaune* It's okay, daddy.

Jaune: The little bear is just so brave.

Ruby: ...

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OZMA POV/world outlook

Spoiler: world of idiots

 

[AndrewJTalon]

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OZMA POV/world outlook

Spoiler: world of idiots

vs his ideals

Spoiler: good

on a death world that galvanized huntsmen, Empathy should be a strong trait

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Please no real world politics. It jist ruins everyone's fun.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Fun idea: Cardin, Jaune, Ren, Sage, Flynt, and Sun are playing a Great War themed game and debate who the best general of the war was. Cardin goes with the Patton-expy, Flynt goes with the Rommel or Zhukov expy... It's a big argument... But they all agree that the Warrior King of Vale was the WORST. They badmouth his terrible strategic decisions and how he was finally pushed back from making any more military decisions by his generals, government, and wife so they wouldn't lose the damn war. Ozpin stops by, listens... And is a bit annoyed by them all dunking on his previous persona.



Jaune's choice is the Eisenhower expy as he had to manage all these lunatics to win the war, but he also agrees the Warrior King of Vale was completely awful.)



Jaune: "I mean he was good at the diplomacy and morale sides but military decisions? Geez... I think a drunken hobo clown would have made better choices."



Cardin: "A newbie on Battle Lightning would be a better general than that guy!"



Guys: "Ahahahahahaha!"



Sun: "Wouldn't have given away as many secrets!"



Guys: "Hahahahahahaha!"



Ozpin: "At least he was capable in battle and willing to lead from the front!"



every head turns towards him

 

[Balorak146]

Arturia sighed, long and suffering. "Jaune. What are you wearing?"

Jaune yanked the sunglasses off, face flaming crimson. "Nana, I—this was—I thought if I acted like a total tool, she'd hate me and we could all go home! I didn't know it was Pyrrha!"

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Hey, don't look at him, Mama-toria, this is entirely your own fault.

Seriously, arranged marriage interviews? Doesn't that kinda spit in the face of free will - ya know, that eensy lil' thing that your entire planet fought a war over within your lifetime?

Ozpin: "At least he was capable in battle and willing to lead from the front!"

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Warrior prowess doesn't necessarily translate to command competence.

Just look at Name-A-Canon-Event.

 

[Dragon Bob]

Ozpin: "At least he was capable in battle and willing to lead from the front!"



every head turns towards him

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Cue Jaune going on a long rant about how that's not a good thing.
Jaune: "The job of a king isn't to lead from the front or to be good at fighting, it's to lead the country. In every battle the King fought extra men had to be sent to ensure he wasn't captured or killed. The average soldier might have had better morale knowing their King was willing to risk themselves, but that's far outweighed by the downsides. The King couldn't be ordered by any of his generals, had less information than those generals, and was a priority target. Considering his skill at diplomacy he would have done better if he had instead spent his time visiting all the neutral parties and battle worn troops to make them believe."
Ozpin, stumbles over his words and leaves.

 

[Sliverhero]

Cue Jaune going on a long rant about how that's not a good thing.
Jaune: "The job of a king isn't to lead from the front or to be good at fighting, it's to lead the country. In every battle the King fought extra men had to be sent to ensure he wasn't captured or killed. The average soldier might have had better morale knowing their King was willing to risk themselves, but that's far outweighed by the downsides. The King couldn't be ordered by any of his generals, had less information than those generals, and was a priority target. Considering his skill at diplomacy he would have done better if he had instead spent his time visiting all the neutral parties and battle worn troops to make them believe."
Ozpin, stumbles over his words and leaves.

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So he was basically the Remnant King Richard the 1st.

 

[Dragon Bob]

So he was basically the Remnant King Richard the 1st.

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Richard the 1st but in the first world war.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Whiter Rose: The Geist

- - -

Whitley Schnee had never expected to become a summoner, let alone one who used a Geist for household chores.

It had started as a simple training exercise with his Semblance — nothing too dangerous, just enough to prove he could defend himself out near an SDC outpost. Fully backed up by his father's security forces and Fafnir's watchful gaze. He'd managed to kill a lone Geist that had wandered too close.

The victory had been small, but satisfying.

What he hadn't expected was the Geist's essence bonding to his Glyphs.

Now the spectral Grimm hovered behind him like a loyal (if unsettling) shadow, ready to possess and repair any broken device he pointed at. It was surprisingly useful.

Ruby found out about it during one of their quiet afternoons together in the Schnee manor's private workshop.

"So… you just have your little buddy do stuff?" Ruby asked, eyes wide as she watched the Geist phase into a malfunctioning Dust heater and fix it from the inside.

Whitley adjusted his safety glasses, looking a touch embarrassed. "Yes. He-It-Can possess electronic devices, which helps me troubleshoot them. It's quite efficient."

Ruby's gaze slowly drifted to Crescent Rose, currently resting on the workbench with a few finicky internal components that had been giving her trouble.

"You… you think you could get into Crescent Rose?"

Whitley blinked. "Ah… Are you sure?"

Ruby nodded, cheeks slightly pink. "Y-yes… But be gentle?"

Whitley gave her a small, reassuring smile. "Of course. I'll be careful."

- - -

Later than afternoon, Yang stormed into the workshop, her eyes blazing red. She turned her fearsome glare on Whitley, who had been doing some adjustments on a power convertor.

"WHAT THE HELL AM I HEARING ABOUT YOU VIOLATING RUBY'S FLOWER?!"

Whitley nearly dropped the tool in his hand. "NO! Nonono that's not— that didn't—What?!!"

He cast about desperately as Yang loomed over him.

"RUBY! HELP!"

Ruby entered the workshop with a dreamy, slightly dazed expression. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was gently stroking the scythe's barrel like it was a beloved pet.

"Oh he was so thorough!" she sighed happily. "So skilled! He did things with my Rose I've never even imagined before!"

Whitley's face went from pale to bright crimson in record time. "STOP HELPING, RUBY!"

Yang froze mid-rant, blinking rapidly as her brain caught up with the actual context. The red in her eyes faded as realization dawned.

"…Wait. You mean the Geist thing. The actual ghost-possessing-robot-baby thing."

"Yes!" Whitley exclaimed, gesturing wildly at the now-innocent-looking Geist floating nearby. "It was just maintenance! Internal repairs! Nothing… untoward!"

Ruby tilted her head, still looking blissed out. "But it felt really good when he was inside—"

"RUBY!"

Yang stared at her little sister for a long moment.

Then she burst out laughing so hard she had to lean against the wall for support.

"Oh Breaker. You two are actually going to kill me one day."

Ruby finally seemed to realize what she'd implied and turned an impressive shade of red herself.

"I-I meant the scythe! He fixed the scythe! The internal mechanisms felt… smoother! That's all!"

Yang wiped a tear from her eye, still chuckling. "Sure, Rubes. 'Internal mechanisms.' Totally believable."

She walked over and ruffled Ruby's hair, then gave Whitley a teasing grin.

"You're lucky you're a good guy, Schnee. Otherwise I'd have to break your legs."

Whitley peeked through his fingers. "Noted."

Ruby, still blushing furiously, hugged Crescent Rose to her chest. She gave Whitley a shy, appreciative look.

"…He really did do a good job though."

Whitley smiled softly.

"You're welcome."

Yang smirked. "I'm telling Dad."

"NO!" both Ruby and Whitley shouted at the same time.

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Beacon Academy Grounds, Afternoon

Jaune Arc strolled along the winding sidewalk near the dormitories, enjoying a rare moment of quiet between classes. The sun filtered through the tall trees lining the path, and for once, no one was shouting about training or Grimm or vigilantism.

That peace shattered almost immediately.

"HEY! JAUNE! HELP!"

He stopped, tilting his head back. High up in the branches of a sturdy oak sat Blake Belladonna, clinging to the trunk like her life depended on it. Her ears were flat against her head, and her expression was a perfect mix of mortification and desperation.

"Blake?" Jaune called up, shielding his eyes. "What are you doing in that tree?"

"I'm stuck! Help!"

Jaune blinked. "Blake... you have Aura. You can just jump down."

"I can't! I got my Aura broken in training and it hasn't rebuilt yet!" she snapped, voice cracking with frustration.

"Then why did you climb a tree?"

"NEVERMIND THAT! JUST GET ME DOWN! GET A LADDER, GET THE FIRE DEPARTMENT!"

Before Jaune could respond, Yang Xiao Long sauntered by with a juice box in hand, the other tucked casually in her pocket. She glanced up at the commotion. "Hm? Oh hey, Vomit Boy. What's up?"

Jaune pointed silently upward. Yang followed his finger, spotted Blake, and broke into a wide, predatory grin.

"Hah!"

"Seriously, why did you climb up into a tree?" Jaune asked again, fighting a smile.

"WHAT, ARE WE DOING AN INTERVIEW HERE? JUST GET ME DOWN!" Blake yelled.

Yang burst out laughing. "Heh... Hahahaha!"

Jaune chuckled along. "You know, maybe we are doing an interview."

"WHAT?!"

"Welcome to the show, Blake! It's a pleasure to have you!" Jaune announced in his best over-the-top host voice, spreading his arms dramatically.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"

"So, you're here to promote your latest project. What's it called?"

"I WILL SLIT YOUR THROAT IN YOUR SLEEP!"

Jaune nodded sagely. "Very visceral! Is this a thriller or a straight-up horror movie?"

"YOU SUCK! YANG, HELP ME!"

Yang, still grinning, took a long, loud slurp from her juice box and did absolutely nothing useful.

"My beautiful co-host would be happy to ask you questions, wouldn't you, Yang?" Jaune said smoothly.

Yang leaned in with mock professionalism. "I would be most happy to indeed! So, Blaine—"

"Blake— SH- REALLY?!"

"Blaine… want some juice?"

Jaune smirked. "And that's why I'm the star."

"HEY! You caught me unprepared!" Yang protested, though she was clearly loving every second.

Jaune rolled his eyes.

"Juice bit, really? This is why Spruce Willis won't return our calls."

"Should it have been cranberry?" Yang asked.

"IS SOMEONE ELSE DOWN THERE?!" Blake demanded from her leafy perch.

"Some ants… a squirrel…" Yang offered helpfully.

Jaune pressed on. "But back on topic, Blake: This is a horror movie, right?"

"UGGGGGHHHH..." She rolled her eyes. "YES. I hate 'thriller'! It's a pretentious term for directors who just want awards!"

Yang leaned over to Jaune. "No but seriously, want some juice? Ruby bought like twenty of these Capri-Sol boxes with Weiss's credit card, and we're trying to drink them all before she realizes."

"Yes, thank you." Jaune accepted the offered box and sipped. Up in the tree, Blake continued her tirade.

"It's a bloody and brutal commentary on Faunus rights!"

"Ooh, that might be difficult to play in the foreign markets," Jaune noted.

"WELL IT'S MY ARTISTIC VISION AND I'M STICKING BY IT!"

"Is it true the main actor got the job due to rumored relationships between him and yourself?" Yang asked, slurping loudly again.

"This is your first movie where you're both star and director. How are you handling the pressure?" Jaune added.

"I'm—I'm taking it one day at a time! My passion is seeing me through! AND NO! THAT'S A FILTHY LIE!"

"But what about all the nude and sex scenes?" Jaune continued innocently.

"WHAT?! I-UGH! I-I'M VERY COMMITTED TO MY ART!"

"Well that does help sell the political commentary!" Jaune said cheerfully.

Yang smacked her lips. "Damn, this is some good shi— sex scenes?! Blake, c'mon girl! Adding that on top of all the bloody stabbings and the chainsaw fight?"

"WHAT?!" Blake demanded.

"Now now, Yang, we should be open-minded," Jaune said. "Besides, the R rating is what's being released. There's an NC-17 cut, isn't there?"

"Yes! It's a bit too extreme... I may have gotten carried away but damnit, it's a passion project! I want to deliver! It's based on Ninjas in Love and Zombies after all—I can't spare on any of the sex scenes! They're a core part of the narrative!"

Jaune tilted his head. "Did you actually try to get Spruce Willis for this? Seems a bit ambitious and risky."

"W-Well maybe he's tired of playing the same character in every movie and wanted to stretch his acting skills! Make some actual art and not just a product!"

"That's a very bold statement," Jaune nodded, "Now, how about the writer? Roger-award winner Baal Cody?"

"She's an overpriced callgirl whore for the establishment!" Blake snarled, practically vibrating in rage.

"Ooh, that's not a good interview response," Yang said. Jaune nodded.

"Yeah, you need to be nicer to the people working on your movie! What if the Writer's Guild goes on strike? Can't have that!"

Blake gritted her teeth and dug her fingers into the tree bark.

"I think... The tattoo artist... Who worked on her fat arms... Was very honored!"

"Delightful!" Jaune chuckled. "And after the break we'll be talking with your co-star, Tom Dutchland!"

"WHAT?! I HATE THOM DUTCHLAND! HE'S THE WORST ARACHNO-MAN!"

"We'll be right back!" Jaune called cheerfully. "Shall we get more juice, Yang?"

"YOU SUCK! YOU BOTH SUCK!"

Yang finally relented with a theatrical sigh. "All right, all right... Sheesh." She walked over to the tree, grabbed the trunk with both hands, and—much to Blake's horror and Jaune's blushing amazement—lifted the entire thing. She gave it a firm shake.

"BWAAAHHH!"

Blake plummeted. Jaune stepped forward smoothly and caught her in his arms with a soft oof.

Yang set the tree back down carefully, brushing her hands off. She offered another juice box with a smirk. "Juice?"

Blake scowled, scrambling out of Jaune's hold. She stormed off without another word, muttering curses under her breath.

"You're welcome!" Jaune called after her.

Blake flipped them both the bird.

Yang snickered, muttering to Jaune, "She needs to get laid."

"Seriously..."

Later that evening, the inevitable reckoning arrived at dinner.

Weiss Schnee marched up to them in the cafeteria, arms crossed. "Jaune, Yang... You made Blake perform like she was doing a movie interview while she was stuck in a tree?!"

"Uh..." Jaune rubbed the back of his neck. Yang grinned.

Pyrrha, standing beside Weiss, gave him a disappointed look. "Really, Jaune?"

Weiss's eyes narrowed. "...Without recording it?!"

"Yeah!" Ruby added, sliding up, "That's the worst part!"

"Totally!" Nora added.

Blake, lurking in the corner with a book held like a shield, growled, "I will stab you all."

Jaune waved his hands. "No, no, of course I didn't!"

A beat of silence.

Yang grinned. "I did."

"YANG!"

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A bit shamelessly stolen from Family Guy. Yes, I went there. Written with help from @brinkleberry Thanks!

 

[Sliverhero]

A bit shamelessly stolen from Family Guy. Yes, I went there. Written with help from @brinkleberry Thanks!

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Hah just watch that clip before reading this

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Here's a fun idea:

The people of Remnant would likely have research labs and complexes out of cities to study Grimm. So you could do a kind of story that's popular in video games: Going to explore a base or research lab that has gone silent. And bad things have happened.

In this case, RWBY and JNPR go in on a training mission... But on the way there, contact is lost with the base and the trainees go in first to investigate. They then have to survive until they can get backup.

What would the research people would have found? Well...

1: It's a human/Grimm hybrid Merlot created.

2: It's a Grimm that can turn humans into Grimm/human hybrids.

3: It's a Grimm that can make humans into zombies.

4: It's a Grimm that is sapient and can speak and control Grimm.

5: It's one of Salem's former minions who is holding onto a sliver of his/her humanity and uses magic against the lab. Maybe they were in some kind of hibernation and were woken up out of their tomb.

6: It's a Grimm that can control the minds of humans, enhancing their negative emotions until they're mad with rage or suicidal, etc.

 

[Blackicefox]

Orrrrrrrrr you can go out of left field entirely and go another way you could go Dino Crisis on everything and make it so that dinosaurs have escaped the lab. Or you can make monsters straight from Monster Hunter or the Final Fantasy franchise begin loose or bring them out something else out of left field don't let the fact that there's one creature of Darkness Madison mankind shoe box your creativity

 

[Sliverhero]

Here's a fun idea:

The people of Remnant would likely have research labs and complexes out of cities to study Grimm. So you could do a kind of story that's popular in video games: Going to explore a base or research lab that has gone silent. And bad things have happened.

In this case, RWBY and JNPR go in on a training mission... But on the way there, contact is lost with the base and the trainees go in first to investigate. They then have to survive until they can get backup.

What would the research people would have found? Well...

1: It's a human/Grimm hybrid Merlot created.

2: It's a Grimm that can turn humans into Grimm/human hybrids.

3: It's a Grimm that can make humans into zombies.

4: It's a Grimm that is sapient and can speak and control Grimm.

5: It's one of Salem's former minions who is holding onto a sliver of his/her humanity and uses magic against the lab. Maybe they were in some kind of hibernation and were woken up out of their tomb.

6: It's a Grimm that can control the minds of humans, enhancing their negative emotions until they're mad with rage or suicidal, etc.

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You could do they find the last free pool of destruction outside salem control and end up creating a being simlair to salem.

Orrrrrrrrr you can go out of left field entirely and go another way you could go Dino Crisis on everything and make it so that dinosaurs have escaped the lab. Or you can make monsters straight from Monster Hunter or the Final Fantasy franchise begin loose or bring them out something else out of left field don't let the fact that there's one creature of Darkness Madison mankind shoe box your creativity

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The base create a portal for the idea that humanity could escape the world amd the grim. But end up opening a portal to a hellscape or a zombie world version of Remnant

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Blake takes bodyguard duty and Jaune gets his first assassination attempt.

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The Vale afternoon was crisp, the park's air laced with the scent of autumn leaves and distant food carts. Jaune Arc, in his councilman's jacket, had been strolling through the crowd, shaking hands and smiling, with Blake Belladonna as his escort. Her amber eyes were sharp, scanning for threats, but she stuck close—closer than necessary, her arm brushing his, her tail twitching under her coat.

"I'm fine, Blake. Really!" Jaune said, chuckling nervously. "You don't have to follow me everywhere."

Blake's ears flicked under her bow. "I'm just ensuring future positive relations with Vale and Menagerie," she said, gesturing to herself. "I may not be an official ambassador, but sooner or later, someone will connect me to my parents back home. My actions—especially toward you—will be scrutinized."

Jaune softened. "Yeah, but I'd protect you, Blake. You're my friend… Really."

Blake blushed, looking away. "…R-Really?"

"Really," Jaune said, unwavering.

They'd been chatting with locals when Blake's senses prickled. A skinny, muscular Faunus man in the crowd—his posture, his glare—screamed danger. Her instincts screamed louder when he pulled a gun.

"FOR THE WHITE FANG!" he roared.

Blake's eyes widened. "Look out!" She grabbed Jaune, shadow-cloning them away as bullets sprayed wildly. The crowd screamed, scattering. The terrorist seized a young boy, gun to his head.

"Back off!" the Faunus snarled.

Jaune stepped forward, hands raised. "Don't! Don't… Look, you just want me, right? Take me instead of the kid!"

The terrorist sneered, aiming at Jaune. "You humans all deserve to die! But if you want to be first—!" He fired.

Blake's heart stopped. "JAUNE?!"

The shot hit Jaune center-mass, but he didn't fall—no blood, just a grunt. Ren, hidden nearby, fired a precise shot, dropping the terrorist instantly. Blake rushed to Jaune, hands shaking, forgetting his Aura in her panic. "JAUNE?!"

"I'm okay… I'm okay…" Jaune rubbed his chest, standing slowly.

Ren jogged up. "You all right?"

"Yeah…" Jaune nodded.

"COUNCILMAN ARC! WHAT HAPPENED?!" Lisa Lavender appeared, microphone thrusting forward, camera drone buzzing.

Blake's ears shot up. "How did you get here so fast?!"

Lisa smirked. "The most trouble-prone councilman in public? Something's gonna happen!"

Paramedics and police swarmed in, securing the scene. No one else was hurt, the terrorist dead. Jaune was whisked to the station for a statement, where RWBY and JNPR converged in a chaotic pile.

"JAUNE!" Ruby tackled him in a hug. "You okay?!"

"I'm fine, I'm fine, really!" Jaune laughed, patting her head.

Weiss scowled. "Fine? You were shot!"

"I have Aura," Jaune said. "Better me than someone without."

Pyrrha and Yang barreled through the hallway. "JAUNE, ARE YOU OKAY?!" they chorused, squishing his face between their chests.

"You scared the shit out of m—us, LB!" Yang said, blushing.

"Yes, please don't ever worry m—us like that again!" Pyrrha added.

Ruby hugged him from behind. "HEY!"

Nora leapt in. "I want hugs too!" The pile collapsed, Jaune wheezing, "URK!"

Blake, trembling, whispered, "J-Jaune?"

Neptune and Sun arrived, assisting the police. Neptune gaped. "…SERIOUSLY?!"

Sun grabbed him. "Easy, Neptune, easy!"

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In the interrogation room, Detective Columbia faced Jaune, Neptune, and Sun. "Well, Councilman, this is straightforward. You're not being charged."

"Why didn't you alert local police?" Columbia asked.

Jaune sighed. "Given my security detail was following my every step, I felt it was unnecessary to divert their attention from their usual responsibilities for a walk in the park. I certainly wasn't expecting an international terrorist."

Sun nodded. "Makes sense."

Neptune scowled.

Columbia raised an eyebrow. "Did you not think putting civilians in danger was a risk?"

Jaune's face fell. "Much of the area was sparsely populated. It just happened that I was accosted near a larger group. But… even I know that's a poor excuse. My naivety and lack of experience put lives in danger, and I take full responsibility. You're within your rights to arrest me for negligence, and I'll come willingly."

Columbia shook his head. "Given nobody died, we're not pressing charges. Exchanging yourself for the hostage was heroic… but foolish."

Jaune smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Detective." His face hardened. "Any more questions?"

Neptune exploded. "How could you cuck poor Sun?! How could you cuck me with Weiss and Yang and Pyrrha too?!"

"YOU DAMN HAREM PROTAGONIST!" Neptune yelled.

Sun held him back. "Easy, Neptune, easy!"

Jaune blinked, confused. "I'm sorry, what am I being accused of?"

Neptune flailed. "STEALING ALL THE POTENTIAL HOTTIES, YOU WEIRDO!"

Columbia, nonplussed, said, "How about you head back, Councilman?"

"I think I will. Have a nice day," Jaune said, bolting.

Back in the station's main room, Pyrrha hovered. "You all right, Jaune?"

Jaune nodded. "Good news: no charges. Bad news: it's a warning. Next time, we follow protocol and inform the police. I thought you guys were enough, and extra security was a waste of taxpayer money, but… it's necessary bureaucracy."

Weiss turned on Blake. "Honestly, why would you let him go off like this?"

Ren stepped forward. "I was shadowing him. I share some of the blame."

Blake, trembling, clenched and unclenched her fists. "Not now, Weiss. Just not now."

Weiss fumed. "He could've been killed! Or that child, by a White Fang terrorist—!"

"The guy wasn't part of local cells," Jaune said. "Lone wolf, inspired by the White Fang."

"Oh, big difference!" Weiss snapped.

Blake looked ready to burst.

Yang glanced at her. "Weiss… there's a difference between being worried and being an ass."

Jaune sighed. "Look… I need to be more careful. We're lucky nobody got hurt, but next time, someone might use bombs on a crowd. We'd be okay, but normal people won't."

"Okay?" he asked.

Weiss nodded. "…Agreed. I can draw up a protocol for public events."

Pyrrha nodded. "I can help."

"Thank you. I really appreciate it," Jaune said.

Blake stayed quiet, eyes down.

- - -

Back at the Council Tower, as they entered Jaune's office, he pulled her aside. "Blake? You okay?"

She took a deep breath, face neutral. "Jaune, before I say anything, I need your word you'll be completely honest with me, at least for this conversation. Can you do that?"

"Yes. You have my word," Jaune said, no hesitation.

"Good." Blake's neutrality shattered. She slapped him, rage flaring. "What the hell were you thinking, jumping in front of me like that?!"

Her voice cracked, fear bleeding through. "You could've been hurt, and it would've been my fault! Hell, it's my fault we were out there in the first place!"

Jaune winced, shaking his head. "Blake, I'm sorry. It was reflex!"

"I mean, I never wanted to be a politician!" he continued. "I wanted to be a Huntsman. To protect people!"

Blake smacked him again. "Don't you think I know that?!" Her expression softened, but her voice shook. "I get it's not what you wanted, but it's who you are now. You're too important to recklessly throw your life into danger every chance you get." She rubbed her arm anxiously. "I know it's hypocritical, given some of the things I've done, but if I'm saying it, you know it's a problem."

Jaune's eyes softened. "Blake… there will never be a situation where my life is more important than yours, or a little boy's."

He sighed. "Look… I'll be less reckless, I promise. But I don't consider myself more important than anyone else. I'm supposed to be in front of people in trouble. That… doesn't change just because I've got a fancy office."

He hugged her gently.

Blake hugged back, murmuring, "I wanna believe that…"

Jaune, catching it in their closeness, asked, "Why not?"

Blake's eyes widened. "Shit, I said that out loud, didn't I?"

"Yes," Jaune agreed. Blake immediately tried to pull away, but Jaune's Aura enhanced strength kept her right there. Though she wrestled furiously.

"Blake-Seriously-Quit it-!"

"No, I have to-!"

Blake used a judo sweep to send Jaune falling… Right on top of her. He pinned her to the floor even as she tried to get away. Clones of herself appeared around him, trying to distract him, but to no avail.

"Damnit Jaune, let-me-go-!"

"No!"

"LET ME GO!"

"STOP RUNNING AWAY!"

Blake froze. Jaune panted for breath, holding her down. She looked up, almost meek. Her eyes met his.

"I just…" She shook her head. "I… I don't want to fail you… I don't want to fail again."

"Well… Running away isn't going to help that," Jaune murmured. Blake flushed, her eyes darting downwards.

"You can't fix anything if you keep running," he added, more gently. Blake looked up and blushed softly.

"I… But when the mess is so big you can't fix it-"

"This isn't," Jaune murmured, "I promise. As long as we work together, we'll do better. I screwed up too. It's not always about you."

Blake stared into his eyes. She nibbled her lower lip, worrying it, before she spoke.

"You… You don't have as much to make up for as I do-"

"Doesn't matter," Jaune insisted, "We both want to make the world a better place. Right? We both want to make things better. I know you, Blake. You wouldn't be so reckless and forthright if you didn't care… Right?"

Blake slowly nodded. She licked her lips.

"I do… But you need to stop being so reckless yourself. You're a target and… And I don't want to lose you. It would hurt all of us."

Jaune sighed, and nodded.

"You're right," he said, "I'll try. I promise."

Jaune blinked twice… Glanced from side to side… And realized their position. He turned bright red.

"O-Oh… Um, uh…"

"You really should get off me," Blake said softly, "Unless you want to keep me pinned underneath you?"

Jaune gulped. He was abruptly aware of how intimate their position was. Their legs entwined, his hands pinning her wrists down to the carpet…

"Oh, um, I uh…"

"Unless you want to keep me here? Under y-you?" Blake asked, her voice shaking a bit but still warm and honey toned. Jaune gaped.

"Wha…?"

"I… I wouldn't mind," she managed softly, "if-if it was you, I-I mean… You could even punish me for my lapse, if you wanted?"

Jaune sighed. He got up off Blake, and brushed off his jacket before he reached out. Blake took his hand, and let him pull her up.

"Over the desk? I suppose it would be appropriate," Blake added. Jaune sighed and shook his head.

"Blake… I have seven sisters. The teasing isn't going to work on me."

Blake turned bright red. Jaune chuckled.

"Still, thank you for that," he said. "But I mean… I don't want things to get any more complicated. I don't want you to get in trouble. They already think I'm keeping a harem as it is."

Blake hummed.

"You know," she murmured, "I wouldn't mind if you did keep one. As long as I got to play with the girls too~."

Jaune turned bright red… Then laughed it off.

"Okay that was a lot better. But I'm gonna-"

"Jaune," Blake said quietly, "Do you know who I really am?"

Jaune blinked.

"Uhh…?"

"I'm Blake Belladonna, daughter of Ghira and Kali Belladonna, the Chieftains of Menagerie," Blake said, soft and quiet. Jaune blinked. He blinked twice. Three times before his brain reconnected with his mouth.

"Wait what?! You're… That Blake Belladonna?! But-You-How-?!"

"I honestly don't know how no one else has made the connection," she admitted, "It's really amazing."

"No kidding," Jaune agreed, staring at her in astonishment. Blake smiles.

"Which means it would be good for both of us to connect," Blake said, "for politics, friendship… And potentially other things." She took Jaune's hands in hers. "For the sake of Faunuskind and international politics, yes Jaune, I would absolutely accept being part of a harem!"

Jaune gaped… Then laughed hard again. He patted Blake on the shoulder.

"Okay, you definitely got me then, Blake! But enough comedy. Thanks for cheering me up. And I promise I won't tell anyone your secret, either. That said, if we could meet your parents, that would help me with a lot of our issues."

Blake frowned.

"Well… I haven't seen them in a long time. I… I don't-"

"Please Blake?" Jaune asked. "It would help us out a lot."

Blake slowly nodded.

"I suppose I-I could try… If you were there with me?"

"Sure thing, Blake," Jaune said with a warm smile. He hugged her, and headed into the side room to change. Blake sighed.

"I suppose I need to be less subtle about my politics."

Said the former terrorist.

 

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"I suppose I need to be less subtle about my politics."

Said the former terrorist.

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Ok that made me snort up my soda. Well done.

 

[LordofBones]

Blake's mind must be working overtime: sexy faunus bodyguard, sexy faunus kunoichi bodyguard, sexy faunus secretary, sexy activist...