[RWBY] RWBY Shorts

[Gur40]

Since DC Santa Can go to Darkseid World Could He Come To Remnant To Stomp Salem Forces and leave her Coal? If Shirou and them are reincarnated they would know the legend enough to let him troll Salem?
Just For Fun What Other Morally Grey or Pure Good Characters From a Official RWBY Crossover could enter Remnant and Stomp Salem?
I Know Racheal Alucard Could because her dad's tools caused the crossover
maybe Philemon from Persona and ironically Nyarlathotep would either help or crush Salem... god forbid he chose another Sole Survivor Jaune timeline to fuck with Remnants own timeloop

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What If a SEW found the Blacksmith and was remade the ultimate human weopon with proper hax eyes for revenge and to protect his clan

Spoiler: Ruby Uncle

in exchange for Silver Eyes and Aura barrier he gets his kit. He's not evil, he just want to hunt down every criminal organization that took a hit on a SEW and wipe them off the map to the last child finishing with Salem Cult. On Remnant that makes him a honorary Ozluminati member

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Ruby and Yang as Moms/Aunties

Spoiler: sharing

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Seeing as RT are lazy Mistletoe would be a tradition on Remnant

Spoiler: Blake got ideas

Nora saw that look on her face and kept Ren away from Blake the entire week

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Ruby being Cute

Spoiler: adorable

Spoiler: and Yang

if you know, you know

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Schneeblings Counter

Spoiler: They Really Do

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Ironwood after a few beers

Spoiler: upgrades

after Glynda busted out the steal chair

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Katy giving Jaune hints

Spoiler: the hints

yes he was that dence

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The Holiday Lists from FNKI

Spoiler: they are funny

my favorites. check out the 2 sets on FNKI

 

[AndrewJTalon]

Jaune gets trained by his Aunt Mordred, and he develops a taste for a better kind of fighting...

- - -

The docks were a mess of overturned crates, scattered dust crystals, and groaning White Fang goons strewn across the concrete like discarded puppets. Roman Torchwick leaned on his cane, hat slightly askew, watching the chaos with the weary expression of a man who'd just realized his payday was about to evaporate.

Jaune Arc stood in the center of it all, Crocea Mors planted point-down like a victory flag, chest heaving with excitement rather than exhaustion. His team—and RWBY, because of course they'd all piled in—were finishing off the last few stragglers with casual, almost bored efficiency.

Nora launched one thug into a shipping container with a gleeful "HOME RUN!" Yang punched another so hard he skipped across the water like a stone. Pyrrha flicked her javelin and sent three more flying in perfect formation. Even Weiss was icing them in place with a sigh of "This is beneath me."

Blake stared at the carnage, ears flat. "We... we didn't even break a sweat."

Roman lit a cigar with trembling fingers. "Yeah, well, congratulations, kids. You win. Happy?"

Jaune turned to him, eyes shining with genuine disappointment. "That's it?"

Roman paused mid-puff. "...Come again?"

Jaune gestured dramatically with his sword, golden aura still flickering around him like a lion's mane. "Where's the passion? The conviction? The dramatic monologue about your twisted philosophy of crime and chaos? I was ready! I had counterarguments prepared! We could've debated the nature of power while clashing blades under the moonlight!"

Roman stared at him like he'd grown a second head.

"You... you want to debate philosophy? While fighting?"

"Of course!" Jaune said earnestly. "What's the point of a battle if it's not about ideals? About proving whose way is right through strength and words and dramatic poses?"

Yang snorted, wiping blood off her knuckles. "VB's been like this since Auntie Mordred got done with him. Fights aren't fun unless there's speeches."

Roman took a long drag. "Kid, I'm a thief. I steal things. I get paid. I don't do... whatever this is."

Jaune's shoulders slumped. "But you're Roman Torchwick! Master criminal! You have flair! Style! That cane-gun thing is awesome! Come on, give me something! 'Society is corrupt and only lien matters?' 'The system keeps the little guy down?' Anything!"

Roman glanced at Neo, who was perched on a crate licking an ice cream cone she'd somehow acquired during the fight. She tilted her head, gave a tiny shrug, and made a certain gesture spinning her finger at her head to denote a simple message anyone could understand: He's crazy.

"Look," Roman said, exhaling smoke. "I'm not dying on some hill of ideology for minimum-wage grunts. You beat us. Great. Arrest me or whatever. Just... stop talking."

Jaune sighed, sheathing Crocea Mors with a dramatic flourish that would've made Auntie Mordred proud. "Fine. But you're really missing out. A good philosophical debate mid-battle is the best."

Blake muttered, "This is the weirdest night of my life."

Neo hopped down, offered Jaune a tiny thumbs-up and a silent slow-clap for the entertainment value. Then she grabbed Roman by the collar and started dragging him toward their escape route.

Roman yelped. "Hey! Gentle! I have a reputation—!"

"Reputation for running away without a cool speech," Jaune called after him, genuinely sad. "We could've been arch-nemeses!"

Roman's voice echoed back as Neo hauled him into the shadows. "Kid, you're a complete weirdo! I like my kneecaps unbroken and my flesh unburnt, thanks!"

They tried to charge after him, but they vanished as though an illusion was cast.

The Bullhead arrived minutes later, Vale PD swarming to collect the unconscious terrorists. The teams stood around, catching their breath.

Yang slung an arm around Jaune's shoulders. "Cheer up, VB. Not every criminal's gonna give you the epic showdown you want."

"I know," Jaune said mournfully. "But these guys were supposed to be hardcore revolutionaries! And they folded like wet paper! Where's the drama? The conviction? The 'you'll never understand my pain' monologues?"

Pyrrha's eyes were doing that thing that made Weiss edge away again. "You were magnificent, Jaune. The way you cleaved through three of them while declaring the righteousness of justice..."

Nora bounced. "And when you did that spin-slash thing and yelled about the warrior's spirit? SO COOL! I gotta do that, with EXPLOSIVES!"

Ren nodded. "Terrifying, if not the most efficient way to do it."

Ruby was staring at her scroll. "Guys... the internet's already calling him 'The Philosophy Knight.' There's gifs."

Weiss pinched her nose. "We're never living this down."

Blake just sighed, long and suffering. "I left Adam for this."

Jaune perked up slightly. "Hey, at least Neo seemed to enjoy it! She was smiling the whole time!"

Yang laughed. "See? Even the mute psychopath thought you were entertaining."

Jaune brightened. "Really?"

"Really."

As they boarded the Bullhead, Jaune looked out over the docks one last time.

"Next time," he said solemnly, "we find criminals with standards."

Yang patted his back. "Sure thing, Drama King."

Somewhere in Vale, Roman Torchwick nursed a drink and muttered to Neo:

"Next time we pull a job, we do it quietly. No speeches. No philosophy. Just in, out, lien."

Neo held up a sign: But he was kinda cute when he got intense.

Roman groaned. "Not you too."

 

[AndrewJTalon]

The dock at Mountain Glenn was a graveyard of rusted shipping containers and flickering floodlights, the perfect stage for a dramatic showdown. Adam Taurus stood atop a stack of crates like he owned the night, Wilt drawn, Blush sheathed, red hair whipping in the wind. Blake's team—plus JNPR, because of course they all came—fanned out below him.

Blake stepped forward first, Gambol Shroud ready. "Adam, this ends tonight."

Adam tilted his head. "Blake. Still running away from the hard choices, I see."

Blake used her clones to try and flank Adam, charging. He calmly deflected her strikes, and unleashed a red Moonslice, so artfully executed that Blake narrowly dodged out of the way... And the shipping container behind her split in two.

"I've stopped running!" Blake cried. Adam shook his head.

"You can't stop running from me, my dear Blake. I am your fears made manifest. You can't come up with the courage to face me on your own."

"I face you with my friends!" Blake cried.

"Yet all our true battles are within us," Adam spoke calmly, walking towards her, "And those battles are always fought alone. You can't escape this truth. All visible objects, man, are but as pasteboard masks. But in each event—in the living act, the undoubted deed—there, some unknown but still reasoning thing puts forth the mouldings of its features from behind the unreasoning mask. If man will strike, strike through the mask! How can the prisoner reach outside except by thrusting through the wall? You remain a prisoner of your own lack of understanding, Blake!"

Then Jaune pushed past her, eyes sparkling like a kid on Aslanmas morning.

"Wow... That was awesome! So calmly delivered! And from Moby Dick, too!"

Adam blinked, a pleased look on his face. "You know it?"

"Totally! Also: Here's my Aura Slash!"

Jaune swung Crocea Mors in a wide arc. A massive golden crescent of pure aura roared out, carving a trench through the concrete and forcing Adam to leap aside with a graceful flip.

Adam landed lightly, mask hiding his grin but not the excitement in his voice. "Impressive... Golden Lion's Roar?"

Jaune beamed. "You know it?"

Adam spun Wilt with a flourish. "So, you're descended from Arturia Pendragon?"

"Yeah! She's my Nana! And my auntie Mordred trained me."

Adam actually paused. "...She was so terrifyingly cool."

"I KNOW, RIGHT?!" Jaune practically bounced. "You're all right, masked man!"

Blake's eye twitched. "HE'S A CRAZY TERRORIST!"

Jaune turned, frowning. "Blake! I am talking with him right now! Don't be rude!"

Adam nodded solemnly. "Yeah, Blake. Don't be rude."

"WHAT?!"

Adam sighed theatrically. "She's my ex."

Jaune's eyes went wide. "Oh wow."

Adam shrugged. "Does she still do that screechy thing when she's upset?"

"All the time!" Jaune said immediately. "It's really annoying!"

Blake made a strangled noise that sounded suspiciously like a teakettle about to explode.

Yang leaned over to Weiss, whispering loudly, "Ten lien says they become besties before anyone throws a punch."

Weiss rolled her eyes but didn't take the bet.

Adam hopped down from the crates, landing a respectful distance away. "You know, Jaune Arc... I've waited a long time to meet a human who understands. Dramatic battles. Debating the meaning of life. The philosophy of warriors."

Jaune nodded vigorously. "With massive explosions and super cool attacks!"

"YES!" Adam gestured dramatically. "The essence of a warrior's life is fighting for your ideals while making it look as awesome as possible! How else can you express yourself truly except in the crucible of battle and debate?!"

"TOTALLY!"

Blake threw her hands up. "I thought you wanted to liberate Faunuskind and rule over mankind!"

Adam waved a hand. "I can want two things at once! Maybe three." He paused. "Actually, I'm kinda hungry. Sandwich?"

Jaune perked up. "Ooh, me too!"

Adam looked at Blake expectantly. "Blake?"

Yang stepped forward instantly. "I'll get Jaune a sandwich."

Blake stared at her partner in betrayal. "WHERE'S YOUR SELF-RESPECT?!"

"What?" Yang shrugged, grinning. "I'm not getting your ex a sandwich."

Nora, who'd been vibrating in place the entire time, finally exploded. "Can we fight now?! Please?! I wanna see the cool finishers!"

Ren sighed. "Nora..."

Pyrrha had that look again—the one that made a starving tiger after meat take pause. Ruby was openly staring between Jaune and Adam like she'd just discovered a new weapon type.

Adam and Jaune ignored everyone else, deep in discussion.

"So," Jaune said seriously, "if we ever fall in battle against each other—"

"It has to be the coolest, most epic finisher ever," Adam finished.

"Yes! And whoever wins has to go, 'To the best enemy I ever had.'"

Adam snapped his fingers. "In front of a sunset!"

"Or a thunderstorm!"

"Thunderstorm during a sunset!"

Blake screeched, "ARE YOU BOTH TWELVE?!"

Yang nodded thoughtfully. "I dunno, that does sound pretty cool."

"YAANG!"

Adam turned to Jaune, completely sincere. "Your girlfriend has taste."

"She's not my—wait, really?" Jaune glanced at Yang, who suddenly found the ground very interesting.

Blake pinched the bridge of her nose. "This is not happening. This is a nightmare. I'm in a nightmare."

Weiss muttered, "For once, we agree on something."

Adam clapped Jaune on the shoulder—carefully, because even he could tell Jaune's aura reserves were ridiculous. "Tell you what, Jaune Arc. Next time we do this properly. Full dramatic showdown. No interruptions. Cool poses. Philosophical monologues. The works."

Jaune's grin could've powered Vale. "Deal! You're the best arch-nemesis ever!"

They shook on it like gentlemen.

Blake stared at the sky.

"Am I being punished for my sins?"

"We both are," Weiss sighed.

Nora raised her hand. "Can I be your arch-nemesis too?"

Adam considered it. "You have a hammer that shoots grenades. That's definitely worth a second glance."

"YESS!"

Ren dragged Nora away before she could hug Adam. He shot a glare at them. Jaune shook his head.

"Bro Code, Adam," he said. Adam hummed.

"Good point. Forgive me Ren. I did not mean to encroach on a fellow bro's girl."

Ren turned red. Nora gasped.

"REALLY?!"

"I-I didn't mean that-I..." He shook his head and sighed. "Thank you?"

"You're welcome," Adam said.

As Team RWBY and JNPR started herding everyone back toward the Bullhead (because apparently the mission was over?), Jaune waved cheerfully.

"See you next time, Adam!"

"Looking forward to it, Jaune!"

Blake trudged after them, muttering under her breath.

Yang slung an arm around Jaune's shoulders. "So... sandwich?"

Jaune lit up. "Yes please!"

Blake's ear twitched. "I hate everything."

From the shadows, Adam watched them go, a small, almost fond smile under his mask.

Finally. A worthy opponent.

 

[LordofBones]

*The Fall of Beacon*

*Yang's unconscious. Jaune is all that stands between Blake and Adam.*

Jaune: "Adam Taurus! You just want Blake for vengeance, all to fulfill your own sick desires!"
Adam: *scoffing* "You're a fool, human. Blake hides her guilt and her cowardice beneath a veneer of self-righteousness. Nothing has changed, eh my love? Accept your true nature and return to the fold."
*Blake shakes her head, trying not to cry, and tries to push Jaune behind her towards the door. Jaune's unmoved.*

Jaune: "Her true face, huh? We're her friends, Adam; we know what she's really like. Behold, Blake's real face!"

*Jaune flashes a picture of an openly smiling Blake in her yukata, hair damp from her bath, holding a steaming cup with her eyes closed.*

Jaune: "Yes! It's a photograph of Blake, fresh out of the shower and having a cup of tea!"
Blake: "Wha-"
Adam: "Hrk! How did...no, it doesn't matter! A picture will not save you, my love, nor will it save your little friends!"
Jaune: *nonchalant* "Guess you don't want it then."

*Adam yells in horror as Jaune casually sets the photo on fire.*

Adam: "What are you doing?!"
Jaune: *grins* "Got you."

*Jaune supercharges Blake's semblance. The room is filled with Blakes of different types as she stares in disbelief: gothic Blake, schoolgirl Blake, gyaru Blake, sukeban Blake, swimsuit Blake, maid Blake, playboy bunny Blake, kunoichi Blake, dancer Blake, princess Blake, geisha Blake, edgelord Blake, White Fang Blake, sultry secretary Blake, single MILF Blake, Taimanin Blake, and so many more.*

*Adam recoils, eyes wide. His nose starts bleeding."

Blake: "WHAT?!"
Jaune: "My semblance allows me to supercharge Aura and the semblances of others, Adam. Creating an entire world of Blakes is well within my power. A picture, you say? Even a mere copy can surpass the original. Let's go, Adam Taurus. Do you have enough Blakes in stock?"
Adam: "I...I....I...YOU WIN, ARC! TRADE WITH MEEEEE!"

*Adam lunges, drooling, and proceeds to get bodied by a glowing Blake, her eyes shadowed. He skids across the room and slams into the wall, passing out with that dumb grin on his face.*

Jaune: "That's done, let's go help the rest."
Blake: *eyes narrow* "Hold it right there, Jaune. What did you mean with copies being better than the original?"

 

[zMADLAXz]

Blake: *eyes narrow* "Hold it right there, Jaune. What did you mean with copies being better than the original?"

Click to shrink...

Jaune: Oh Breaker grant me patience- it was a cool ass line to disarm a chunni idiot! Now Hurry!

Blake: Why are so many of these just me but in porn tropes then?

Jaune:.....Look deep in your heart and may the Breaker grant you salvation when you find the void within.

I had Jaune go a little religious here because he was going through one of those days where you need 200 cc of "Father, Son and the Holy Spirit" to make sure your soul doesn't cosplay as a pimp named slickback.

 

[Gur40]

Episode 1 this is literally what happens to Ruby when the thugs tap her shoulder

Spoiler: her moment

the song is amazing, Ruby was riding that high all night

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Curse of the Eyes

Spoiler: Eye power

if Ruby had the power to change her eye color like Yang she'd fit right in! and does this mean Weiss needs to wear lipstick to summon spam?

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Bat Whitley Future

Spoiler: Work Alone

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Semblances vs irl

Spoiler: rock paper scissors

dropping a water tower on Cinder would be funny

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Future Jaune and Mrs Arc

Spoiler: Protect

Spoiler: future

Spoiler: winter baby

 

[AndrewJTalon]

The next Arc Clan chapters will feature Miyabi and Discord. But I have additional plans for all my fics next year. I intend to finish one of the big ones at least.

Probably one of the porn ones. Insert jokes here.

 

[TheFabulousCustodes]

"Thunderstorm during a sunset!"

Blake screeched, "ARE YOU BOTH TWELVE?!"

Yang nodded thoughtfully. "I dunno, that does sound pretty cool."

"YAANG!"

Click to shrink...

The next person who's revealed to be *really* extra should be Winter.

The next Arc Clan chapters will feature Miyabi and Discord. But I have additional plans for all my fics next year. I intend to finish one of the big ones at least.

Probably one of the porn ones. Insert jokes here.

Click to shrink...

Weiss - "What do you see in that doofus?!?"

Yang - "He's awfully good about helping make sure a lady finishes things...."

Weiss - "Homework help from that dunce? Hah!"

 

[NightDranzer]

The next person who's revealed to be *really* extra should be Winter.



Weiss - "What do you see in that doofus?!?"

Yang - "He's awfully good about helping make sure a lady finishes things...."

Weiss - "Homework help from that dunce? Hah!"

Click to shrink...

Ironically?....Ruby understood the innuendo

Ruby - "YAAANNNNGG!!!!!"