#and Weiss has to call Winter

[taylorswiftstyle]

MTV Video Music Awards | September 11, 2024

Monse Fall/Winter 2024 custom

For Future Reference Vintage 'Omega Chain' - no longer available

Rainbow K Jewelry ‘Diamond Horn Earring’ - € 7215.00 Ali Weiss Jewelry ‘Baby Pave Hoop With 2 Diamond Drop’ - $375.00 Grown Brilliance ‘Emerald and Heart Lab Grown Diamond Two Stone Stud Earrings’ - $1,895.00

Lizzie Mandler Jewelry ‘Pave Knife Edge Bracelet’ - $13,665.00 Mateo New York ‘Carabiner Bracelet’ - $300.00 Mateo New York ‘Lock Link Bracelet’ - $350.00 Rainbow K Jewelry ‘Diamond Horn Bangle’ - €18,575.00

Ali Weiss Jewelry ‘Thin Gold Band With 5 Diamonds’ - $650.00 Jade Ruzzo ‘Tennessee Drop Ring in Demantoid Garnet’ - $5,600.00 Retrouvai ‘Platinum Magna Ring’ - price upon request Grown Brilliance‘Marquise Lab Grown Diamond Eternity Band’ - $2,190.00

A brief moment of pride for me because I happened to predict a different look from this exact same collection for the MTV VMAs. I'll take the win! Taylor changed partway through the show, shedding her tartan Dior look for a party look that was easier for her to dance in but still retained a high shine award show appeal. While Taylor's look is obviously custom, the tapestry alien print and buckle detail are clear riffs from the Monse FW2024 runway. This was a fun and flirty mid-show change that reminded me of her strategy at the 2022 MTV EMAs. Though for that award show, there was a clearer throughline between both her looks as they were by the same designer - David Koma. Here, there isn't as obvious a connect between the two aesthetics. Although perhaps it's the notion of translating older notions of art into surreal, modern takes. With Dior, an ode to the secret messages Mary Queen of Scots embroidered in her clothes and with this Monse look, reimagining the antique tapestry to feature futuristic visions of alien invasion. Which feels very "Down Bad" in imagery.

For her second look of the evening, Taylor swapped out her singular pair of Lorraine Schwartz earrings (a go-to jeweler for her red carpet looks) and tapped into one of her style pillars: indie designers.

The mix of metals feels very Taylor - she often swaps between gold and silver and looks equally great in both, lucky her. Though I did most appreciate the silver tying in to the buckle detail on her Monse dress.

Of all her jewels, the piece that most caught my eye is Jade Ruzzo's ‘Tennessee’ ring. I spoke to the designer and she described the Tennessee as her “signature” collection, inspired by her late father who was a drummer. “I designed the Tennessee ring, the first piece from the collection, while in Tennessee,” she told me. “Tennessee has a heart and soul that I felt I could literally hear a beat to - it felt like it moved.” Jade translated the kinetic energy she felt in the city into a hand bezel ring with hanging gemstones that create a subtle movement - “as if [the stones] are dancing on each piece.” She added, “I wanted the movement to be subtle enough that it felt Iike soft steady music throughout the day.“ What an appropriate thing for Taylor, who calls Tennessee her home, to wear.

Photo by John Shearer via Getty Images

[arc-misadventures]

The Newest Ace

Weiss: Ohhhh~! I can't believe we're doing this!

Yang: Okay? Am I missing something? Cause, Weiss isn't the type to bounce up, and down in excitement.

Weiss, who had been bouncing on her feet in excitement suddenly stopped. She brushed the creases in her skirt as she tried to regain her composure, but the deep red blush across her face wasn't fading anytime soon.

Ruby: For this mission we're being accompanied by a group of, Specialists! One of them happens to be, Weiss's big sister, Winter!

Yang: Oh! Looking forward to spending time with your big sis, eh?

Weiss: I can't help it okay! I rarely get to spend time with her! And, lately whenever I try to spend time with her, she's always busy helping one of the other, Specialists!

Blake: Which, Specialist?

Weiss: I don't know, she didn't say who it was.

Yang: Maybe we'll get to meet them while on this mission; The reports did say we would be accompanied by two, Specialists.

Ruby: I wonder who it is, I hope it's Harriet; I like, Harriet, she's cool!

Blake: I hope it's, Clover myself. It's nice to have a guaranteed good luck charm around you.

Ruby: Clover has been spending most of his time around, Uncle Qrow when on missions. If anyone needs a good luck charm it's, Uncle Qrow.

Yang: Can't argue with that...

Weiss: Well it doesn't matter. I get to go on a mission with my... Winter!

Weiss, shouted out her sisters name as she ran over to, Winter, and hugged her, who reciprocated her hug in kind. They embraced one another for a while until, Weiss pulled away from her sister with a beaming smile.

Weiss: Sister!

Winter: Hello, Weiss. How are you doing?

Weiss: I'm doing well sister. Better now that I get to see you!

Winter: Yes, I am sorry I've been so busy. We recently got a new member on the, Specialist Team; I've been showing him the ropes, and going on missions with him when he's going outside of, Atlas.

Yang: A new member?

Ruby: Is he anyone we know?

Winter: Why yes, it fact it's...?!

: Sorry I'm late, Winter! It took me forever to get these drones from the supply sergeant. He didn't understand that when they said he was, 'responsible for them.' That it meant he was responsible for keeping innovatory, and filling out the proper paper work of who last took them out.

: Poor bugger thought he was financially responsible for them if anything got broken on the field.

A man called out dressed in blues, red, and an all too familiar set of white armour came forward hefting two large suitcases in each of his hands.

Blake: Is that...?

Yang: Since when did...?

Weiss: It can't be...?

Ruby: Jaune?!

The individual carrying the two large suitcases stopped as he heard his name being called, for it was their friend, Jaune Arc.

Jaune: Oh? Hello, Team RWBY.

Ruby: Jaune, is that you?!

Jaune: Yes, I am, Jaune.

Yang: What's with that outfit?!

Jaune: It's my, Specialist uniform.

Blake: You're the, Specialist that's been assigned to us?!

Jaune: It appears so.

Weiss: You're the, Specialist bastard that's stolen my sister away from me?!

Jaune: Uhhh...? Some context please?

RWBY: What the hell, Jaune?!

Jaune: Haa... Okay, let me explain some things to you...

Jaune: Yes, I am a, Specialist. I became one about... a week, and a half ago at, Winter's recommendation. I haven't... stolen your sister, Weiss. She's been mentoring me on my duties as a, Specialist. And, we both have been assigned to this mission as your handlers.

Ruby: Handlers? What's that?

Blake: That means he's the boss.

Winter: We are here to keep you in line. To make sure you didn't do anything... ill-advise.

Yang: Ill-advised?

Jaune: Stupid.

Yang: Oh...

Yang: ...

Yang: Hey?!

Jaune: Alright, alright if you have anymore questions, you can ask them on the bullhead. We have a mission to do.

Ruby: Alright.

Yang: We're going...

Jaune watched as the members of, Team RWBY climb on to the bullhead, each one of them giving him an odd, and almost untrusting look. Jaune shrugged it off, and grabbed the drone cases, and walk up to, Winter, and asked her a simple question.

Jaune: Did you know we were going to be assigned with, Team RWBY for this mission?

Winter: No. Will that be a problem?

Jaune: Not to me it will.

Winter nodded her head, as the two boarded the bullhead, and made their way to the drop zone.

~~~

Midway through the flight, Jaune turned on a screen display for the mission zone, and gave them a debriefing.

Jaune: Alright listen up people: The mission is a seek, and destroy mission. There is a cave system north of the port town of, Foxquinth. This cave is routinely filled with, Grimm, and thus team's of, Hunter's are routinely sent to clear it out. Now, since this cave has been cleared out several times it has been thoroughly mapped out as a result of it. The oldest map we have is from two years ago. As you can see from the map, the tunnel section is a long path, that breaks into two paths. Now, I brought along two drones; the drones will be used to explore each cave section. We'll be checking to see if there are any, Grimm, and if there are, we'll know what kinds of, Grimm we'll be facing. After the drones have explored the cave system, we'll start clearing it out. If there are, Grimm down both separate tunnels, we'll divide into two teams of three, and clear them out. If not, and the Grimm is only in one tunnel, we'll all handle as a six man team. Any questions?

Jaune saw the hands of each member of, Team RWBY raise their hands before he added a caveat to his question.

Jaune: Any questions about the mission?

And, all, but one hand went down.

Jaune: Weiss?

Weiss: If this cave is routinely filled with, Grimm, why didn't they destroy the cave system to stop them from coming back?

Jaune: The cave formation is made out of iron stone; It requires explosives at the best of times to mine through it. And, the amount that's needed to bring down this cave system is considered too costly for what it's worth. Does that answer your question?

Weiss: Yes it does. thank you.

Jaune: Good, any more questions?

Jaune didn't see any hands rise so he gave a tied sigh as he then looked at them, and reluctantly said.

Jaune: Any questions about me becoming a, Specialists?

Everyone's hands shot up.

Jaune: Okay... Ruby?

Ruby: How come you didn't tell us you became a, Specialist?

Jaune: Did I have to?

Ruby: Y-Yeah, we're your friends, you tell your friends things, right...?

Jaune: No, no we're not.

Ruby: What...?

Jaune: Yang?

Yang: First off: Love the new look.

Jaune: Thank you~!

Yang: Secondly, why are you in charge of this mission?

Blake: Yeah, no offense, Jaune, but shouldn't, Winter be in charge, she is your superior officer?

Winter: We're testing him; General Ironwood wants to see how good, Jaune is in a leading position. Both in his abilities to lead others into combat scenarios, and how effective his plans are.

Yang: Oh, that makes sense...

Jaune: Anything else?

Weiss: Winter, is he treating you well? He hasn't done anything untoward you?

Winter: No. no he has not...

Weiss: Okay, but what if he...?!

Jaune: We're landing! Get ready to depart!

Ruby: Alright! Let's do this, Team RWBY!

Winter: You don't want her to ask anymore questions about our relationship?

Jaune: And, what exactly kind of relationship do we have?

Winter: ...

Winter: Yes...?

~~~

Jaune: Hmmm...

Jaune, and Winter knelt down in the snow as they watch the camera feeds on the monitors of their respective drones they were each piloting. All the while, Team RWBY formed a perimeter around them.

Jaune: See anything, Winter?

Winter: No, the cave path that leads to the right is empty. What about the left?

Jaune: I've got a few... not too many... Just a bunch a, Sabyrs, about eight of them, and one, Alpha Sabyr. Not too much to deal with.

Winter: Any chance of there being any, Centipede's?

Jaune: No. The iron stone is too thick for, Centipede's to burrow through. Even, Alpha class, Centipede's can't dig through it. Alright, recall your drone, we'll move as soon as they're back.

Jaune hit the recall on his pad,, and stood up to brush off the snow from his legs.

Jaune: Okay, listen up everyone; We're dealing with at least eight, Sabyr's, and one, Alpha Sabyr. They're all in the same place so we don't have to divided up. As soon as the drones are back we will head inside. Yang, you, and I are on point. Winter, and Weiss will be in the middle, and Ruby, and Blake will take up the rear. Okay?

Ruby: What? Why am I stuck in the back?

Jaune: Yang, and I will take the front because we are frontline fighters. We're the heavy hitters, and we can take a beating. We'll keep the enemy at bay while the rest of you whittle them down.

Jaune: Weiss, and Winter, are in the middle to provide support with their semblances. Be that with ranged attacks, barriers, whatever else their rather versatile semblance can do.

Jaune: While you, Ruby, will be with, Blake, and protect the rear. You job is to make sure nothing comes up, and attacks us from behind. And, if anything does come too close, Blake will engage to keep them off the, Schnee's. While you whittle them down with your sniper rifle, and protect the rear.

Jaune: Understood?

Ruby: But, I want...?!

Jaune: Understood!

Ruby: Y-Yes...!

Jaune: Good. Let's go team!

Yang: Since when was, Jaune so... so...?

Blake: Commanding...?

Yang: Yeah... something like that...

Weiss: He was a team leader... maybe he was always like this, we just never saw it.

Ruby: Yeah... but, he never seemed so angry though...

Weiss: Well, I can think of several reason why he might seem...?!

Jaune: Team RWBY! Form up!

Weiss: Yes!

Yang: Sorry!

Blake: Was he always like this?!

Ruby: How am I supposed to know?

Blake: Well, aren't you his best friend?

Ruby: ...

Ruby: Was I...?

~~~

The fight with the, Sabyr's was done. Barely even five minutes had past, barely anyone's aura's had been touched, and even if they were hit, it was barely even a drop from the bucket. All in all, Jaune thought the mission was a resounding success. However, there was one thing that he did not like.

Ruby: Yeah! We did it! We did...?!

Jaune: Ruby!

Ruby: We... d-did it...?

Jaune: What the hell were you doing?

Ruby: C-Celebrating our victory...?

Jaune: Really? Well, I think you should be celebrating the fact, that you got, Weiss killed.

Ruby: What?! She's just fine, she wasn't hurt at all!

Jaune: Luckily she wasn't. But, your job was to stay behind, and protect her in case she was attacked. And, here you are, with me, and, Yang, at the frontline.

Ruby: I-I was k-killing the, Alpha Sabyr...

Jaune: Really? You came up here to kill the, Sabyr? Did you not think, Yang, or I can handle it all on our own? Or, did you think that, Weiss, and Winter couldn't provide adequate support?

Ruby: N-No you guys could have handled it...

Jaune: Then why did you rush forward, and basically commit what others would call a kill steal? Blake stayed in the rear, she ran out, and covered, Winter when that, Sabyr tried to flank her. But, after she dealt with that, Sabyr she pulled back, and covered the rear, and continued to provide fire support.

Jaune: Of which; Nice job there, Blake. I didn't know you were that good of a shot. Nice job.

Blake: Oh... Thank you, Jaune...

Jaune: But, you, Ruby... What were you thinking?

Ruby: W-Well... All the, Grimm were dead... A-and, I saw an o-opening... so I took it...

Jaune: So you do think that, Yang, or myself couldn't deal with it then?

Ruby: N-no, I didn't say that!

Jaune: Vocally, no. But, your actions prove to the contradictory. We could, and would have handled this, but you had to come in because you thought you could do it better.

Ruby: No, I didn't mean to do that!

Jaune: So then you meant for, Weiss to get killed?

Ruby: What?! Of course not!

Jaune: Then why did you leave your post? If you did this while we were in the middle a fight with the, Sabyr's, and Weiss was mid casting, and a, Sabyr flanked her. What did you think could have happen?

Ruby: W-Weiss is a, Huntress! She can protect herself!

Jaune: Yeah, she is a, Huntress, and yes, she can protect herself. But, your job as a, Huntress is to protect people, and that includes your fellow, Hunter's. Your job was to stay in the back, and protect, Weiss. It doesn't matter if, Weiss can save herself, or the fact there was no more, Grimm around. You job was to stay in the back, and protect your friends. Do you understand that, Ruby.

Ruby: Y-Yes... I-I'll make sure it doesn't happen again...

Jaune: Make sure you do, least you live to regret it.

Ruby wilted under, Jaune's comments; His words were not harsh, nor cruel. But, they radiated the energy of a disappointed father disciplining their wayward child. But, what made it worse is that she knew he was right. She did screw up, and if she didn't listen to him, Weiss, Blake, or Yang. Anyone of them could have gotten hurt, or worse.

Jaune: Alright then... Let's get out of here. Winter, can you make the call for an evac?

Winter: On it.

The team of four, Huntresses followed behind the two, Specialists, and while they thought they should feel good about a job well done. They all agreed that they failed in another way, a way they did not expect that they would fail. Leaving the four, Huntresses in a sour mood all the way back to, Atlas.

~~~

Back at, Atlas Academy, in the dorm room, assigned to the members of, Team RWBY, a conversation was being held about the latest news they had just heard. And, one of them was quite upset about this latest development she would voice her rage, a fact she made evident rather vocally.

Nora: What?! Jaune's a, Specialists?!

Weiss: Yeah, he is...

Nora: Why didn't he tell us?!

Weiss: He didn't tell anyone anything.

Blake: He's been a, Specialist for nearly two weeks?

Yang: A week, and a half.

Blake: A week, and a half, Jaune's had plenty of time to tell us if he wanted to. But, he didn't...

Nora: But, why?!

Ren: ...

Weiss: Penny, you work with the, Specialists, how come you didn't tell us he joined them?

Penny: I do not spend as much time as you may think with the, Specialists. Unless ordered to by, General Ironwood, I do not get assigned with them on missions. Considering I have not spent any time assigned with the, Specialist as of late, I would not have been notified that, Jaune Arc was assigned to the, Specialists.

Ren: Did he say how this happened?

Blake: Jaune said, Winter scouted him ,and offered him a spot on the team.

Ren: When did that happen?

Blake: AS, Yang said: Jaune became a, Specialist a week, and a half ago.

Ren: A week, and a half ago...? Then he joined the, Specialists... the day after, Ruby's birthday, or it could have been done on her birthday...

Yang: Ruby's birthday...?

Penny: He did reject your invitation... so, maybe that's why he didn't show up?

Nora: But, why didn't he tell us anything about this?!

Blake: Did he have to...?

Weiss: What?

Nora: What does that mean?!

Blake: Jaune, doesn't consider us... any of us to be his friends. If he doesn't consider us friends, why would he have to tell us anything?

Nora: That's... no that's not...?!

Blake: And, look at how he scolded, Ruby! He's never done that before. It... it was... shocking...

Oscar: W-What did he do?

Yang: Jaune had a simple battle plan for this mission: Me, and Jaune would be in the front, being the tanks. Weiss, and her sister were in the middle providing support. And, Blake along with, Ruby take up the rear. Simple plan, and it worked flawlessly. But, Ruby then, broke formation...

Ren: She broke formation?

Blake: Ruby was meant to stay in the back to snipe any of the, Grimm, or to help, Weiss if one of them flanked her. When only the, Alpha Sabyr was left, Ruby saw an opening, and killed it. Jaune was angry that she broke formation, and left, Weiss exposed.

Ruby: He wasn't angry...

Ruby's voice came out as a quiet whisper. Everyone turned to look at, Ruby, she had tucked her knees to her chest, and rest her face on them as she curled herself up in blankets as she tried to make herself as small as possible to hide away from the world.

Nora: W-What was that, Ruby...?

Ruby: Jaune wasn't angry at me... He was disappointed in me... His voice didn't show any rage, his voice was calm, smooth, and controlled... But, it radiated disappointment... Disappointment in me... He expected better of me... and, I failed him...

Ruby pulled the blanket over her face, but one could all tell based on how her body shook that she was crying, Yang walked over, and sat on the bed with her, pulling her sisters body against her as she gently rubbed her through the blanket.

Weiss: Has, Jaune... has, Jaune ever acted this way to you two?

Ren: No, no he hasn't. He's never been angry, or anything close to it with us... Annoyed at, Nora's antics yes, but who hasn't?

Nora: Hey?!

Oscar: So, Jaune's changed...

Yang: Yeah, he has... but, how has he changed...?

Blake: He grew up...

Weiss: 'He grew up?' What do you mean by that, Blake?

Blake: We keep treating, Jaune as if he's still that dork... 'Vomit boy,' from, Beacon. That dork died with, Pyrrha. He's been growing up all on his own since then. He's become a new person since then, and because we were never watching him... We never notice him changing...

Weiss: And, while, Jaune was growing up... and, we stayed the same...

Nora: ...

Nora: W-What can we do then...? There's gotta be something right?

Blake: We give up, Nora... Jaune's already given up on us... we just have to accept it...

Nora: N-N-No.... No we can't... w-w-w-we can't give up on, Jaune... No! We can't give up on, Jaune! We.. we can't.. w-we can't...

Nora fell to her knees as tears fell down her face like a water fall, Ren got up, and knelt down with her, pulling her into a hug.

It seems like now they would finally understand the harsh truth of the world.

Jaune had given up on them. Now, it was time to accept that. No matter how much it will hurt, they had to accept it.

[evenmorefatallyobsessed]

So I do have a idea for a smut fic... But one with a story its a AU without Ozpin, Salem or Maidens...

Conquer Arc

Essentially when the Great War started it never ended which has resulted in it becoming a Hundred Year War that had lead up to present times.

Remnant has remained at war, and now we lead down to Jaune, he is raised to be the next Patriarch of his house, however he is betrayed... By Menagrie (Ever Since Adam Tarus become High Leader) which his family had a close relationship too despite being human and alongside that Mistralian nobles seek to forcibly marry several of his sisters (But in reality it is more along the lines of hostages) And Vale who his family has served diligently up until now will not interfere as they can't risk a battle with Mistral while dealing with Vacuo.

Jaune's father who has always put his promise to the Valean King above all else is challenged by Jaune and loses yeilding his son the seat of Patriarch. And Now Jaune will take back his family from Mistral, Right the wrong Mengrie has down his family and refuse the call to Vale to secure his lands even if it means angering them.

Honestly I haven't thought too deeply on this other then the fact that I want each memeber of the Teams JNPR and RWBY to be different Ages.

For Instance with Team RWBY, Ruby and Yang's ages will be reversed since Taiyang was married to Summer for a union of house Xiao-Long and Rose and later caught and enslaved Raven and Qrow, the two becoming eaches attendents and concubines.

So Ruby (17) Yang (15) instead.

Which means Weiss or Blake will have to be Winter's age...

For JNPR Ren would have to be either 17 or 15 since those are the models I have for him. And Jaune will older but not quite Prof. Arc age yet. So probably more like Big Brother Arc Age (Winter's age)

Which means either it will have Milf Nora or Prof. Nikos as the older model for them

[razorblade180]

Alter Ego

Summer:Mom, can I dye my hair?

Weiss:Nope. Find another way to rebel.

Summer:It’s not about rebelling. There’s an underground open mic concert in Mantle. I’m tired of wearing hoods and masks as a disguise. It gets in the way of my singing.

Weiss:….

Summer:What?

Weiss:You’ve seen me in a black wig and red eyes and thought you had to dye your hair? Make an alter ego. *points to closet*

Summer:Really!?

Weiss:Yeah. Knock yourself out. Find what works.

Summer:Yussss! *dives into closet*

Two hours passed by and a lot of clothes begin pile up.

Jaune:*walks in* Hey I’m back. Brought coffee.

Nora:And friends~

Ruby:Technically family. I’m here to raid your fridge.

Ren:I’m here to make sure Nora doesn’t.

Weiss:Can you stop Ruby? *sips coffee*

Ren:One is hard enough.

Ruby:What’s with the fashion storm? Coco call you for a show?

Weiss:My daughter is currently in the closet trying on her fortieth altar ego disguise for an underground concert.

Jaune:So in the end, I did have a child with Bleiss.

Weiss:You and her had many things, a child is not one of them.

Jaune:Not for lack of trying.

Weiss:*red* That’s for sure.

Ruby:You two are gross.

Summer:You’re all gross if you ask me!

Weiss:Are you ready yet!? You have an entire audience now.

Summer:Oh yeah! This is the one! I’m definitely feeling it!

The door slides open and Summer jumps out. Time itself felt a thousand times slower as a bright red ponytail came into view. Stunning green contact lens caused coffee to go down poorly, choking Weiss while the others felt frozen.

Summer popped out with the widest grin. She wore a small black leather jacket over a dark green shirt with yellow nerves running down it from the left shoulder. Black tights were worn under a matching studded miniskirt that paired will with green and yellow laced black boots. Summer never felt cooler in her life!

WRNJR:..

Summer:Pretty awesome right!? I’m usually not into skirts but i figured if I’m trying to be unrecognizable, this is how to do it! Oh! Maybe I need punk rock gloves or something. How are feeling about the red wig and green hair combo?

Jaune:Umm-

Summer:Gonna be honest, I think I look pretty cute. Never tried these colors together like…it works! *grinning*

Ruby:Are we married to the idea of the ponytail?

Summer:It’s for head banging on stage! It’ll probably come out a little later or if I get a headache. Dad, how do I look?

Jaune:…*smiles* Like you’re ready to wow the world.

Summer:Hehe, right!? I can see why you like red so much auntie. I’m feeling pretty confident right about now. *stands proudly*

Ren:Like you’re invincible?

Summer:Yeah! You get it.

Nora:*smiles warmly* You’re going to need a name.

Weiss:Be better than me your aunt.

Ruby:Bleiss was a good idea.

Weiss:No, it was the only idea and it stuck.

Summer:Welp…Winter is taken. How about Autumn?

WRNJR:Try again….

Summer:Wow, tough crowd. Hmmm.

Weiss:….Gild. Like the process.

Summer:Aah, that’s nice. Has a sense of irony to it considering this is a disguise! Not to mention the yellow. Gild, people can chant that! Now for a last name for the announcers…*rubs chin*

Nora:JNRR

Ren:You’re asking for her to get caught. Especially if you want her to spell it like I think you do.

Jaune:…Go with Arkos. With a “k”

Weiss:!? Jaune, are you…alright with that?

Jaune:*nods* I never really got to use it. Might as well finally be a code name.

Summer:Isn’t using something close to your last name a little risky?

Jaune:Trust me, nobody will get it.

Summer:I guess that’s true if I spell it like you said. Heh, I kinda always wanted to use your surname in something. Schnee gets bothersome.

Weiss:Agreed.

Summer:And hey, it’s kinda like I’m still honoring you too auntie! I can’t use Summer, but Arkos is pretty close to Arc-Rose.

Ruby:That’s definitely one way to look at that name. Hehe, I appreciate the sentiment.

Gild:Gild Arkos. Hmm, not half bad. Let’s make it a test run and i can work out the details if this goes well. Oh this concert is gonna rule! I can finally go all out and sing songs i don’t get the chance to. I gotta go find my journals and pick! Thanks guys! Love ya. *runs off*

……..

Weiss:I’m sorry this spiraled so quickly. You can take the coffee back and raid the fridge.

Ren:I don’t think anyone would’ve imagined out of all the makeup combinations…Do you think we could convince her to change contacts?

Nora:I’m sure when she stops caring about what she should sing on a “proper stage” this phase will end.

Jaune:It’s fine guys. She’s happy. Besides, if she’s like her mother, it’ll be a random occurrence. That being said, I never realized our kids might only know Pyrrha’s image through her statue.

Ruby:We don’t exactly have many photos together, do we? She we show her?

Jaune:Maybe another time. Let my girl be a rockstar.

Nora:You just don’t want your daughter to see you in a dress.

Jaune:And?

Weiss:*rubs his back* I guess the world really is full of surprises. You sure you’re alright?

Jaune:Cut me a little slack. I may not be invincible but I know how to roll with the punches. *grins* If you think I need cheering up though, I’m sure Bleiss has some ideas.

Weiss:*blushing*…She might.

Ruby:Eugh. Raiding your fridge. C’mon you two. *walking away*

Ren:Ruby, don’t you literally sleep with her brother at his office for fun?

Ruby:And that right there is why I’m helping Nora get passed you so she can help eat everything. You’ve drawn your line in the sand.

Nora:Honestly I’m interested in the idea of changing my wardrobe for laughs. Remember my goth phase? That was fun.

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Reconnect & Reorient

Based on @pilot-boi and @novankenn's Au(s)

Prismeya: *Picking up a phone* Hello, Arc residence, this is Prismeya Arc Speaking. Who is this?

Willow: Hello Prismeya, It's Willow.

Prismeya: Will- WILLOW! Snowball- Honey- What Happened! YOu've been arrested, why are you calling me?

Willow: Because Whitley's safe with Winter, but Weiss is nowhere to be found. I can only imagine that she's trying to find a safe space, and I've only ever spoke your praises.

Willow: I ... I think she's going to try and find you for refuge, and if you come across her keep her safe. You're one of the most upstanding, honest people I've ever met ... though I thought the same of Jacques ... but you, even when we were kids, would go out of your way to pick up garbage and you always drove the speed limit, and- well I can't quite imagine you so much as Jaywalking.

Prismeya: ... Ah.

Willow: Whatever Jacques has done, he's likely dragging me to hell with him. He's not a good man, and I knew he was doing shady business under the table, but I never thought he'd be so inhuman with these ... activities.

Willow: But you? You run a clean, profitable organization. You treat your workers well and are a kind mother. Nothing happens without your knowing.

Willow: Just ... Keep Weiss Safe. I doubt she knows what her father has done if I don't.

Prismeya: ... If I find her, if she comes to me, I will do everything in my power to keep her safe. Arc's Promise.

Willow: Thank you Prismeya. You have no idea how much that means to me.

*Click*

Prismeya: ...

Prismeya sank to the floor, tears prickling at her eyes, guilt twisting in her stomach. She sat there for a while, silently weeping.

Jaune: Mom? MOM!

Prismeya: What? Oh! *Sniffle* Jaune! How did Pyrrha like her soup?

Jaune: Mom What happened? What's wrong?

Prismeya: Uh, Nothing you need to worry about-

Jaune: No! Pyrrha's fine enough. You're crying. What's Wrong?

Prismeya: ... I have been lying to an old friend of mine for a Long, long time. I ... I didn't even realize it. But now ... I've made her a promise, one I can keep, but I also ... I don't know if she'll like how I do it.

Jaune: ... I ... I think this is one of those times where I can't know more because it's a secret, but you know an Arc keeps their Promise. If they're really your friend they'll understand. If they're not your friend ... Then you've made a mistake and you'll have to live with it. And I'll help you of course, you're Name is my Name, and I'll do whatever it takes to help you keep your promise.

Prismeya: ... Heh. You're really too sweet Jaune. *She Stand up, pulling him into a hug and kissing him on the head* I'm feeling better already. Could you help me get dinner started? you're father is going to be back from the Car shop soon.

~~~~~

One of the Best ways to never get caught committing a Crime, is to not look like you're committing one in the first place. If you're running illicit materials, just drive in accordance to the rules of the Road. If you're somewhere you're not supposed to be, act like you're right where you're supposed to be.

Willow Doesn't know the underworld is so connected to her - Her father was an upstanding, honest business man, so why would her Loyal, Honest, Law-Abiding friend be any different?

[intooned]

Atlas Academy Shenanigans!

Harriet: Arc! You wanted to speak privately after combat exercises?

Jaune: Yeah, I actually had a question about a bit of weight training.

Harriet: Hm? If it's cardio and agility, then I'm your speed, but weight training is more up Elm's alley you know?

Jaune: No, I think I'm right up the perfect alley. I've seen your squats and can definitely see myself getting into that.

Harriet: Oh! Well glad your impressed! These girls, *cups hips* are my pride and joy!

Jaune: Believe me, I've noticed. I'm looking to increase my foundation strength and load baring to complement my shield work. But there's one thing I need to know first.

Harriet: Too many skipped leg days Arc? Fine, anything for my new squat buddy!

Jaune: How much do you weigh?

Harriet: Aw don't worry, it'll be awhile, but with proper form and technique you might reach my level.

Jaune: I appreciate that, but it's actually very important that I know your exact weight.

Harriet: ...? Rude question to ask a lady there mister, and unless I'm sitting on your face, my weight should be none of your concern.

Jaune: I would like to make your weight my concern.

Harriet: ?!!!

Jaune: I would like to make your weight my concern.

***

Clover: Hello! Atlas to Harriet? You still with us?

Harriet: Bwuh?!

Clover: You've been spacing out with that goofy grin on your face all morning. Pleasant dreams?

Harriet: Huh?! Oh! Yeah.

Harriet: ...

Clover: ...

Harriet: ...hehehehe

Clover: Har-

Winter: *Ahem* I believe Specialist Bree is just excited to have one of our new allies from Beacon join one of her... training sessions last night.

Harriet: !!!!!

Winter: At least that's what I happened to overhear.

Harriet: You were there?!

Winter: I always do my rounds of the hard-light training rooms, to make sure cadets aren't up too late.

Harriet: ...

Winter: Imagine my surprise to hear you instructing one of my sister's friends...

Clover: Ha! So one of the kids looks up to our Harriet huh?

Harriet: Y-You could say that...

Clover: Well I'll be, be sure not to work 'em too rigorously!

Marrow: Too late for that.

Harriet: ?!!!!

Clover: Oh?

Marrow: The smell of Jaune and Hare's rigorous training lingered in the showers long after they had finished up.

Clover: That won't do, leave the poor kid some breathing room for his missions.

Winter: I think that was the point of her training.

Harriet: *covers face*

Clover: Harriet?

Harriet: Don't look at me please.

***

Winter: Good evening Jaune.

Jaune: Hm? Ms. Schnee?

Winter: That's my mother. Please, call me Winter. I see you are getting some late-night exercise?

Jaune: Uh, Yup! Just a bit of work on my... breathing and endurance is all!

Winter: So I've heard. We've never spoken outright but I'm told you've saved my sister's life in Mistral?

Jaune: Oh, that? It was nothing really. My semblance just happened to be exactly what was needed in the moment.

Winter: I beg to differ Jaune. My sister is safe and well entirely thanks to your efforts, and I wished to express my thanks for bringing her home in one piece.

Jaune: Heh, that's really not neccessary. Weiss definitely didn't make a big deal out of it.

Winter: ...? You don't mean to say my sister hasn't thanked you for saving her life do you?

Jaune: Er, not that it was necessary! We're Hunters, helping each other in life-threatening situations comes with the job right?

Winter: Be that as it may-! *Inhale* No daughter of the Schnee household should be so ungrateful. You have my word that I will have a brisk conversation with her about this.

Jaune: Try not to be too harsh on her, I can't imagine it was a fond experience. I don't blame her for wanting to move on from that kind of memory as quickly as possible. I doubt I could handle it so well.

Winter: You are humble to a fault Jaune. A trait severely lacking in the men of my family...

Jaune: Well it's kinda hard to be an arrogant asshat when around someone as competent and accomplished as you.

Winter: *Giggle* I'm finding it hard to see my sister's perspective of you, my impression so far has been... rather pleasant, to say the least.

Jaune: Ah, well I've come a long way from where I started, believe me.

Winter: And looking to improve further I see, spending your time here in the solid-light training rooms all alone...

Jaune: S-sort of! I've actually enlisted one of your colleagues for help. She actually should have been here a while ago...

Winter: You must mean Harriet.

Jaune: Yeah, I had hoped to go over some... rougher drills.

Winter: That's quite a shame then. I believe she was sent on a last minute patrol just as I finished my daily duties.

Jaune: Huh. She hasn't responded to my messages about-

Winter: Oh! How about I step in to help you with your exercises tonight?

Jaune: Uh...

Winter: If it's breathing and endurance, I can guarentee just as much of a rigorous regiment as Specialist Bree!

Jaune: Uhhh...

Winter: Helping you work out a bit of tension would be the perfect way to express my gratitude! Allow me a moment to change, I happen to have purchased a brand new pair of very breathable, and very thin grey leggings! *switches away*

Jaune: Thin grey leggings... *staring*

Jaune: *texting* "Heard about your last minute patrol duty! Don't worry about our "exercises", Ms. Schnee offered to help me train for real tonight. Get back to me when they've cut you loose!"

***

Harriet: *Struggling while tied and gagged in Winter's room, a white Manticore laying on top of her as her scroll buzzes*

***

Marrow: *Later in the showers* Argh! Again? ...Wait, that's not Harriet's scent.

I don't know how this turned out so long, bu I wanna start doing more uncommon ships

Sauce

[linkman447]

Married life (Kali)

Jaune: woooo and done

Jaune looking at the work he has completed

Jaune: ok *pulls out list* chopped wood, check, catch fish *looks at basket full of fish* check, practice my sword swings, check, welp I got my list mostly done

Kali: oh baby you back here?

Jaune: hey kitten how’s your day?

Kali mesmerized by the shirtless form of her husband: 🤤🤤🤤🤤

Jaune: Kali baby you ok?

Kali snaps out of it: oh yes dear I am. Did you finish your list.

Jaune: well mostly I still have to cook and fix the fence.

Kali: can I see that

She pulls the list out of his hands

Kali definitely writing something: oh honey you forgot this

She hands it back

Jaune: let me see… breed your sexy milf wife like the horny cat she is, really babe we have guests coming

Kali: oh sweety about that

Flashback

Kali: my little kitten your home

Blake: you know mom when I said you dad would want you to move on I don’t think he meant my crush

Yang: yeah lover boy was ours

Pyrrha: whose?

Yang: your heard me p-money you had your chance but blew it hell, he was your partner and you only got your spine after he found someone

Ruby: why am I here jaunes just by bff

Weiss: hey I thought- (wait if you play this right you can get out of this bff nonsense) I mean yes he’s just your bff ruby I think that means we can go

Ruby: your right bbff

Weiss: bbff?

Ruby: my bestest best friend forever

Weiss starts crying over her failed plans as she is dragged off

Blake: now back to the fact you stole our man

Kali: oh sweetie you forgot our customs

Blake:… you mean

Kali: yes

Yang: what’s going on

Blake: yang, Pyrrha. Get your sexiest underwear

Yang: ???

Blake: I’ll tell you while we get dressed

Pyrrha uses her understanding of multiple cultures pounded into her by her agent: hmmmm oh , oh , oooohhhhhh, fuck yes

Kali: oh good your all on board I need to make a call

Later

Kali on scroll: oh yes juni they all agreed

Juniper:…

Kali: yes, yes, I know the deal I breed your son with my fertile body as well as my daughter, bonus I got her girlfriend and your boys stalker ahem partner

Juniper:…

Kali: oh yes I do agree this is good news, anyway where was I, oh yes and in return for giving you grandchildren you will let me marry your wonderful son, you held up your end now in a few hours I’ll hold up mine

Juniper: ….

Kali: great I’ll see you for winter holidays and by which point I’ll be eating for 2

Flashback ends

Kali: I need you to fallow me please

Jaune: wait what about my friends

Kali: if you fallow me it’ll answer all your questions

She leads him to their bedroom to reveal Blake, yang, and Pyrrha in the most revealing underwear he’s seen today (yes his wife is quite naughty)

Yang: you ready to get down and dirty lover boy

Blake: welcome home master (her outfit has a collar and lead)

Pyrrha: you ready for a more intimate training session jaune

Jaune: what’s going on Kali?

Kali: good lord your so silly baby, I’m keeping my word, I am an arc now

Jaune: what do you mean

Kali: you, me, and these lovely ladies are going to make one big happy family by making babies

Jaune: … my mom put you up to this

Kali: to be fair this would have happened with or without her involvement

Jaune: well who’s first

Kali: oh baby mama’s first

She pounced on him

Next one will be summer she was the last one on my list then I’ll be taking requests or whatever else I can think of

[howlingday]

I freaking love alabastards so much! Its like vol 1 Weiss and Jaune who got tired of taking shit for being too nice!

I so need more!

Would it be too much to ask for Alabastards on winter break or something?

"Hello, Arc."

"Weiss."

"How is your winter break?"

"Good. Yours?"

"My winter break is also going well." Weiss turned away. "Not that you'd know anything about proper grammar anyways."

"Oh, really? Is that because I'm too poor to talk good, or is it because you're so bad at being a good person you have to make up for it?"

"Bite me, Arc."

"Make me, Schnee."

The two sneered at each other until they noticed they were getting looks from their teams. Reeling back, the two parted. How and why the two were always found at odds, no one was truly certain. Maybe one had said something to offend the other, or perhaps there was a meeting they had before Beacon that soured their relationship long before it could begin? It was difficult to say.

Regardless, today was Non-Descript Winter Holiday and the two had promised to bury the hatchet, if only for the day. Weiss had bought gifts for each of her friends on Team JNPR, and Jaune, while Jaune used his skills to craft personal gifts for his friends on Team RWBY, and Weiss. As the two sat down with their friends, gifts were exchanged between each of them.

Weiss gifted Pyrrha jacket with a liner, both skillfully embroidered with her name. Nora got a quirky device that allowed her poor syrup through a glass tube onto her pancakes, like some kind of breakfast alchemist. Ren received a new apron to wear should his other need to be washed, this one featuring the words "I'm Not On The Menu". Jaune didn't open his gift.

"And why not?"

"Because I don't want to."

"Excuse me?"

"Knowing you, you probably put a cheap gag gift in here to spite me."

"Do you really think so low of me?"

"Do you?"

"...Fine. Then I refuse to open mine."

"Fine by me."

The rest of the party sighed, choosing to move on to other gifts. Jaune's gifts were hand-crafted with love... or friendship, if love was too much of a stretch. Yang got a bag for her boxing gloves that had "Chorld Wamp" stitched into them, making her giggle. Blake was given a couple sheets of paper with personal poems written front and back, some in haiku. Ruby got a coffee mug cozy, yarned and darned with black and red. Weiss, much like Jaune, refused to open hers.

"I don't care."

"Neither do I."

"I'll just open mine later."

"Or never." She scowled at her gift in disgust. "Knowing you, you probably put something disgusting in here, like a photo of yourself."

"Ha ha." Jaune groaned, standing up. "I'm going to call it a night."

"Oh, did I hurt your feelings by not opening your shitty gift?"

"No, I'm just tired. Not everything is about you, Weiss." Before Weiss could retort, Jaune had already left out of the room, gift in hand.

"Weiss, that was really mean." Ruby whined.

"Very mean." Pyrrha added. "You were both supposed to not be hostile this evening."

"Why am I the bad guy?" Weiss gestured to where her foe made his exit. "He was ruder than I ever was!"

"You were both rude." Yang answered, pointing a finger at the heiress. "You both promised to play nice during winter break, and you both broke that promise on the most important day of the entire break. You ruined it for everyone."

"I did not ruin Non-Decript Winter Holiday." Weiss rolled her eyes. "He ruined it."

"I'm gonna hit her." Nora said.

"Please don't." Ren replied.

"The least you could do is open his gift." Blake offered.

"It it'll make you guys feel better, then fine!" Weiss opened her present. "But do you really think anything he got me will make me say... Oh my god..."

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Jaune held his present in his hand, fully unwrapped and, begrudgingly, impressed. Inside the box was a camera. High quality, too. He fiddled with the buttons, the zoom, the lighting, the timer. Everything was so smooth and easy to play with. He didn't want to admit, but this was probably the best gift he'd ever.

"Jaune, open up." Jaune looked up to the knocking at his door. Opening it, he found Weiss holding his gift to her. "What the hell is this?"

"Your present." Jaune answered, making Weiss scowl.

"You know what I meant." She shoved past him and set the binder on his desk, pushing the gift box to the side. The binder was pure white and decorated with a single sticker of Beacon Tower, something purchased in the school store as a memento. Opening the binder and flipping through the pages, each of which were decorated with printed photos from Jaune's scroll. "You have every single person we've known in this binder."

"Yeah?" Jaune said with a raised brow. "That's how photo albums work, don't they?"

"Everyone we've known EXCEPT for the two of us! Why?"

Jaune blinked, looking at her like she'd suddenly turned into a creature of Grimm. "Because you hate me?"

"I don't- I never-" She groaned. "Just because I don't like you doesn't mean I hate you."

"No," Jaune agreed, "but you insulting me at every turn and being an overall bitch to me does."

"Only because you're an asshole to me." Weiss growled before sighing. "Look. Here's what's going to happen. We are going to fix this. You are going to take a picture of us and put it in this binder."

"Why should I listen to you?"

"Because if you don't, I'm going to kick your ass before the others do."

"The others?" Jaune blinked. "Why are they going to kick my ass?"

"Because they think we ruined the winter break for them."

Jaune was quiet for a moment. "I mean, we did."

"Yes, we did, and exactly the point. So take that fancy camera I got you and take my pic-" CLICK! Weiss blinked a couple of times as her vision was still blurred from the sudden flash. "Argh! You asshole!"

"What? I took your picture." Jaune showed off the photo on his camera with a shit-eating grin. "See?"

"Delete that." Weiss ordered.

"No." Jaune refused without dropping his smile.

Weiss opened her mouth to say something, then heaved a sigh. "Fine. Just... don't do anything weird with it. That's all I ask."

"Okay?" Jaune looked to his camera and pressed a button. "There, I deleted it."

"Oh." Weiss then watched Jaune turn on the light and pulled the chair to the center of the room. "What are you doing?"

"Setting up the shot." Jaune said off-handedly. "You want our picture taken, right?"

"Yeah, but-"

"No buts, except yours in this chair." Jaune chuckled.

"Ugh, you're worse than Xiao Long." She seated herself in the chair.

"I doubt it." Jaune lifted and lowered the camera repeatedly while crouched next to the desk before he grabbed a textbook and set the camera on top of it. "Okay..." He ran up to Weiss, taking place behind her. "Smile."

"Why?"

"It's your picture."

"Are you smiling?"

"Yeah."

"Bull."

"I am."

"...Fine." Weiss smiled and the camera flashed as she did. Jaune ran up to the camera and looked it over. He grinned. "What?"

"Nothing. I just look really good in this."

"Let me see." Weiss looked at the photo and immediately frowned. "You made a stupid face."

"I was smiling."

"You were making a stupid face while smiling."

"Well, do you want to take another one?"

Weiss thought for a moment, then nodded. "No stupid pictures this time."

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Weiss opened her photo album, much time had passed since she'd opened it. Many more memories were captured in time and held in place right there inside her book. Her favorite page was the one with all of her favorite photos. The ones filled with her making goofy faces with her husband, Jaune Arc.

Happy Non-Descript Winter Holiday

[howi99]

Ashen Knight 10

This takes place some weeks after Jaune began working at the manor.

Willow: *drinking tea with Jaune* Ah~ it has been so long since i could enjoy the company of someone who wasn't only interested in profit or favors. *Sigh of contentment, smiling at the knight* And i'm truly glad your daughter is getting along with my childrens. *Chuckle* I was quite surprised when Winter said she had a new friend. *Her smile grows melancholic* I wish she could make more...

Rk: *smiling with empathy* I know how you feel, Miss Schnee-

Willow: *laughing* Oh please, you can call me Willow. I am not that old yet.

RK: *chuckle* Willow then. *Looking as the kids are reading his story together* Cinder... She didn't have the luxury to be a kid.

Willow: *nodding* You are her adoptive father, yes?

RK: *sad smile* yeah... She didn't have any friends, or much of anything really. Seeing her laugh and smile when she is happy, cry when she is sad or even make a tantrum when things don't go her way... *Looking at Cinder, who's debating with Weiss and Whitley over which character was the best while Winter was just having fun reading stories to them* It's my greatest treasure.

Willow: *also looking at the scene* ... Tell me, Jaune... How did you connect with her? I... I want to be there for them, but...

RK: *sigh* ... *Getting up, extending his hand to Willow* Would you like it if i showed you? *Smiling kindly at the woman*

Willow: *looking up at the knight, her heart fluttering for a moment* ... *Sigh with a smile, taking his hand* I would love to, yes.

RK: *bringing her to the children, making her sit next to him as he began recounting his "stories" to them, involving Willow when some characters needed feminine voice*

[sir-adamus]

If I’m not mistaken this year will be ten years since Monty’s passing, and people are still under the same delusion that the show was Ruined. People talk about his vision for the show when he was still around for the fall of Beacon. The show arc was ending. They could not return to the ways things were. Even the small short episodes of the beginning of the series showed the characters growing and changing.

People didn’t like rwby back then. All these ppl who are like Wow RT ruined this I can’t believe it. They did not watch or did not watch after volume 3. They are calling for a reboot of a show they didn’t even care about.

Monty’s MESSAGE has always been “the goal is not to live forever, but to make something that does”. I think he would be very proud that his idea that started with color and ketchup maps has gotten international recognition as well as a fan base that has stuck around for a decade and all the new people since it started that watch it and love it.

Rwby is not just the writing. It’s the animation and the voice actors and the entire team who bring it to life. Seeing people talk about how they would fix it is so shit because what they THINK the show should be is NOT what the show is or is meant to be. It’s not a romp through school where they fight monsters every week. The magic and the reincarnation and the generational pain IS the show and it’s reflected in the characters.

It’s with Ruby and Yang and team strq. It’s with Blake and the white fang and how it’s never too late to change. It’s with Weiss and Whitley and Willow and how it���s possible to reconnect with family if you put in the work. It’s with Winter finally choosing herself rather than the mission.

The story is Right There and has been growing and building the entire time. People saying it needs to be Fixed don’t even know what they would be fixing.

Also while he was ALIVE Monty literally said multiple times not to shit on his friends and if you didn’t like the show to leave. Funny how nobody EVER brings that up as part of his vision statement

yyyyyyup

[novankenn]

Jaune but he has a crippling fear of flirty older women. Like he passes out when hit on by an older women. They need at 6 years to be able to knock him out. Note he's dosent have a traumatic memory or anything just always a thing he did.

Hmmmmm... I like, but I'm going to "tweak" it just a little...

/=/

Jaune was a nervous wreck. Though he had been at Beacon for almost a week, he had been successfully flying under the radar, until today. His name had been called, and he was going to have his first spar. With shaking hands he geared up and made his way out to the sparing circle.

Professor Goodwitch: (Shooting a disapproving glare) Mr. Arc, I expect...

Jaune: (Freezes in place) URK! (Falls over stiff as a board)

Professor Goodwitch: Mr. Arc???

Cardin: Oh my gods! She killed Jauney!

Professor Goodwitch: I did no such... Ms. Nikos?

Pyrrha: (Stalking forward grinding her teeth) ...

/=/

Jaune slowly wakes up, and is able to determine that he was in the infirmary... mainly due to the bright lights and smell of disinfectant. Taking a deep breath, he pushed himself up to sitting.

Jaune: How did I...

The door to his room opens and in strolls a rather short pink haired woman in a lab coat.

Professor/Doctor Peach: (Smiles warmly) Oh you're...

Jaune: (Goes stiff) URK!!! (Tips off the bed)

THUD!!

Professor/Doctor Peach: ... that's not good...

Out of thin air voice-Cardin: Oh my gods! She killed Jauney!

Pyrrha: (Bursts through the door) Jaune I'm ... back.

Professor/Doctor Peach: I only smiled! I swear!

Pyrrha: (Growling like a beowulf) You... smiled... at... him?

/=/

JNPR was walking through the main courtyard when a very womanly vision of an older Weiss stalked up towards them.

Winter: YOU! (Gives Jaune a glare and points directly at him)

Jaune: (Freezes in place) URK!!! (Falls over stiff as a board)

Out of thin air voice-Cardin: Oh my gods! She killed Jauney!

Winter: I... I... did... WHAT???? I only wanted to know why he was bothering my sister! I swear!!!

Ren: (Sighing) Nora do you have the smelling salts?

Nora: (Pulls them out of her cleavage) Yep!

Pyrrha: (Hissing like a King Taijitu) ... He's mine... back off!!!

Winter: AHHH!!! Why is my bra getting tighter?!?!?

[arc-misadventures]

The Blond Stepson

Blake: Hey, Jaune.

Yang: Sup vomit boy!

Jaune: Hey, Blake what's up?

Blake: So... we have a question.

Jaune: Oh, what is it?

Yang: We've met, Weiss's family. Her sister, and her mother. But, then you went up to her mother, and said, 'hi mom,'

Jaune: Yeah, so?

Blake: You have blond hair, and deep blue eyes, Weiss, her sister, and her mother have snow white silver hair, and ice blue eyes. How is she your mom; Shouldn't you have any matching visible traits, how are is she your mom?

Jaune: Oh that, yeah I can understand why you'd be so confused. Yeah, no, Willow, that's, Weiss's mom name. Yeah, she not my birth mom, she's my stepmom.

BY: Stepmom?!

Jaune: Yep, Willow Schnee is my stepmom.

Blake: Does that mean, Weiss is your stepsister?

Jaune: Yep, she's my younger stepsister.

Yang: Oh, I guess we never realized you were siblings because you don't share the last name?

Jaune: Well, technically speaking when my dad married my stepmom, we took the, Schnee family name as our own. My full name is, Luna Jaune Arc-Schnee. But, after my dad died a few years after marrying into the, Schnee, I decided to go by the last name, Arc to honour his legacy. That, and because of my appearance most people wouldn't believe I was a, Schnee just as you guys pointed out.

Blake: Oh that makes sense.

Yang: Wait, your first name is, Luna?! Hahaha! Why do you have such a girly name?!

Jaune: Several reasons. The origin behind my first name revolves around some clever name trick involving my last name, Arc. An arc is part of a curve, an arc has a crescent in part of it. Legends say that there was once a thing called a crescent moon before it became the, Shattered Moon we all see in the nights sky today. And, lastly another name for the moon is, Luna.

Blake: Ohhh~! An etymology lesson~!

Yang: Cool story bro, but it's still a girly name.

Jaune: True, it is a girly name, and it was going to be the name of my younger sister.

Blake: W-Was...?

Yang: What do you mean by that?!

Jaune: Miscarriage.

Blake: M-M-Miscarriage?!

Yang: O-Oh... I'm sorry to hear that... I'm sorry I made fun of you, Jaune... Uhh... Luna...?

Jaune: It's alright, you didn't know, and I've long since come to terms with what happened. And, please just call me, Jaune. Only, Weiss calls me, Luna. But, only when she's angry at me...

Blake: But, isn't, Weiss always angry at you?

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Only, when she is really, really angry with me...

Yang: Hehehe~!

Blake: That's a shame, Luna is a nice name for you.

Jaune: Thank you, Blake.

Yang: But, how did your dad marry, Willow Schnee? Isn't she married to that, Jacques Schnee guy?

Jaune: Blake?

Blake: ...

Yang: Did you kill him, Blake?!

Blake: What, no! The White Fang killed him!

Yang: Oh...!

Jaune: Yep, members in the, White Fang killed him via a suicide bomber. Mom was soooo distraught with his death. But, good thing that he died, Jacques may have been making money, his antics were causing all hell to everyone.

Blake: Yeah, things we're really hard on us faunas. But, after his death a lot of reforms we're made, and things got better.

Jaune: Yep, and while those reforms were happening, Willow met my dad, and they eventually got together, and I got my a new mom, a older, and younger sister.

Blake: Okay so, Willow Schnee is now your, Stepmom, and that is your stepmom.

Jaune: Yep that's Willow Arc-Schnee my lovely stepmom.

Blake: Oh, so all of you are called, Arc-Schnee?

Jaune: Yep.

Yang: So, that means your older sister, Winter. Full name is, Winter Arc-Schnee?

Jaune: Yep, that's my sister right there!

Blake: And, lastly, Weiss Arc-Schnee is your little sister.

Jaune: Yep, Weiss is my little sister.

Blake: So, what's it like have a family like them?

Jaune: What do you mean?

Blake: You've been a family since you've been what...?

Jaune: Five. I was five years old when my dad married into the, Schnee family.

Blake: So, what has it been like to be a part of the, Arc-Schnee family for thirteen years?

Jaune: Oh, well having a mom like, Willow is...

~~~

Jaune: M-M-Mom?!

Willow: Yes dear~?

Jaune: I c-can bathe by myself, I don't need your help!

Willow: Oh~? But, can't your mother bathe with her precious little boy like she did in the past~?

Jaune: M-M-Mom?! I'm not a child anymore, and the last time we bathed together you weren't naked?!

Willow: Oh, but I don't have any swimsuits anymore, and I don't want to get water on any of my clothes. Besides...

"Boing~!"

Jaune: EEP?!

Willow: I can't do this to you~!

Jaune: M-M-Mom?!

Willow : Willow~! I told you to call me, Willow, Deary~!

Jaune: W-Willow?! Y-Your chest i-i-is... Oh no?!

Willow: Oh no? Ohh~! My my my~! It's so big~! Don't worry, Jaune, i'll take care of it~!

Jaune: Ahh, Willow?!

Willow: Oh my~! It's so hot, and long~! Why, it's even poking out from between my breasts~! Which means I could even~?

"Chu~!"

Jaune: Ahh-ha-haa?!

Willow: Mmmm~! My, don't you taste delicious~!

Jaune: W-Willow?!

Willow: Now come on deary~! Mommy, wants you to give her another taste from the tap~!

Jaune: Oh gods... T-They're so warm...

Willow: Yes~! That's it, Jaune~! Give, Mommy her facial cream~!

~~~

Jaune: I think, Willow always wanted a son, so she accepted me on as her son with no hesitation. And, I liked that she did that. It was really nice to have a mom again.

Yang: Yeah, I know how it feels to live without a mom...

Blake: Did your sisters also accept you into the family?

Jaune: Uhh well... I'm never sure about, Weiss. Winter on the other hand.

~~~

Winter: Ahh~! Fuck!

Jaune: Ahh!

Winter: Come on, Jaune~! You're not giving up now are you?

Jaune: Not in the slightest! But, damn, Big Sis! You're really going at it! What kind of bastard did you have to deal with today?

Winter: Ahh fuck~! I had to deal with a bunch of stuck up assholes with, General Ironwood! Fuckers pinched my ass!

Jaune: What?! This is my ass! Only I'm allowed to pinch it!

Winter: Ohhhhh fuuuck~! Pinch my fat ass! Remind me who it belongs to!

Jaune: We've had angry sex before! But, damn you're furious! What else happened?

Winter: So deep~! I had to... Ahh~! I had to deal with... Ohh~! I had to deal with some pompous fucker trying to force a marriage with me! Again! Thinking that I'd marry that fat boar, when I have a real man taking care of me right here!

Jaune: Ahh~! You're so fucking hot, Big Sis~!

Winter: Don't I know it~! Now come on, Jaune~! Dump a fat load into me, remind me why you'll become my future husband~!

Jaune: As you wish, Big Sis~!

Winter: Come on! Come on! Come on! Fill me up! Fill me up! Fill me...?!

Jaune: HERK!

Winter: UuuuuuuuUP~!

Jaune: Ahh... Fuck...

Winter: So... so warm...

Jaune: Ahhh... Feeling better, Winter?

Winter: No... Maybe another load will help~!

Jaune: Alright~! But, please... Don't scratch up my back again...

Winter: Oh, Jaune~! You know you love it~!

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Yeah... yeah I do...

~~~

Jaune: Winter tends to dot on me a lot. Honestly she tends to spoil me a lot. But, she did teach me how to use my fathers sword, we still spar together when ever we met. Though, to say it's a spar is a bit of a lie... It's usually a one sided slaughter as she vents out her frustrations out on me.

Blake: Well considering how angry we've seen, Weiss get. Her anger must be on a whole another level.

Yang: What do you expect from, Weiss Squared?

Jaune: Weiss Squared? Winter isn't...?!

Jaune: ...?

Jaune: Winter's taller, more developed, more skilled... Shit, Winter is, Weiss Squared...

Yang: Haha! Told yeah!

Blake: You best not tell her that, she'll probably lose it if you did.

Jaune: Yeah, Weiss doesn't like to be compared to, Winter, even me at times. Weiss has a bit of an inferiority complex.

Blake: Really?

Yang: It's because she's short.

Jaune: Yes.

Yang: So, what's like having, Winter Square Root as a little sister?

Jaune: Boo.

Blake: Yeah that was bad.

Yang: Tough crowd... Anyway, what's it like having, Weiss as a little sister?

Jaune: Well...

~~~

Weiss: J-J-Jaune...?!

Jaune: Hmm?

Weiss: Y-You're hand... Mmph~!

Jaune: What of it?

Weiss: J-Jaune... W-We're in the middle of class... Ahh~!

Jaune: So?

Weiss: W-We can't do this~! W-We'll get... Ohh~! Caught~!

Jaune: Oh, Weiss~! You, and I both know you like to do it in public~!

Weiss: B-But, in front of all our classmates~!

Jaune: You're complaining about that now? Didn't you hide under the desk for a snack~?

Weiss: T-That was... Mmmm~! Jaune~! Your fingers~!

Jaune: You feel quite moist~! You enjoying yourself~?

Weiss: MmmmmmMmm~! J-J-Jaune~!

Jaune: Just a little more~!

Weiss: Mmm... Ahhahhhuhhhh~!

Jaune: Make sure you keep quiet, Snow Angel~!

Weiss: EEP... MPHH?!

Jaune: Pity, you couldn't make a sound. I do love to hear you sing~!

Weiss: N-Not... Ahhh~! In public... P-People would hear.

Jaune: Don't worry, you were quiet no one heard you, you were quiet. Unless...

Weiss: U-Unless what...?

Jaune: Unless you're a bunny faunas with large ears who has a habit of eaves dropping on people.

Velvet: Eep!

Weiss: Gods dammit, Luna!

~~~

Jaune: While we don't get along in public, it's actually a ruse to trick people. We get along just fine. In fact, Weiss loves it when I dote on her, she likes to be pampered. Actually, if you ever get, Weiss, angry, like really angry. Throw white chocolate at her, she has an insane sweet tooth when it comes to white chocolate.

Yang: That's good to know.

Blake: Yeah, and thanks for telling us who, Luna is!

Jaune: ...

Jaune: W-What do you mean?

Yang: We over heard, Weiss mentioned someone named, Luna. Or, well, Blake did.

Blake: Even in the shower, Weiss can sing pretty loud~! Luna~!

Jaune: ...

Yang: Yesterday, Blake, overheard her moaning out that name when she peaked~!

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Damn faunas hearing... If you'll excuse me, I need to make a call.

: Hey, Lulu, what's up?

Jaune: Hey, Coco, yeah I need to take care of, Snow Angels needs. You know any good love hotels?

Yang: They're going where?

Blake: Kinky~!

Coco: Oh~? You want to hear you little, Snow Angel sing~?

Jaune: Something tells me she needs to let lose.

Coco: Well, that doesn't surprise me. You know how pent up my little BunBun get's~! So, a good love hotel, I'd recommend the, Golden Lotus. It's posh enough for the little princess.

Jaune: Thanks, Coco I owe you one.

Coco: Let's go on a shopping trip then~!

Jaune: I'm not paying this time.

Coco: Phooey... Alright, I'll leave you two be. Have fun you two~!

Jaune: Thanks, Coco. Talk to you later.

Jaune: Okay, one more call...

Jaune: ...

: Jaune, what is it?

Jaune: Weiss? Opera house. Landing pads. Now.

Weiss: Y-Yes, Sir!

Jaune: Okay then...

Jaune: Now then... does anyone else know about the two of us?

Yang: Just, Ruby.

Jaune: Okay, I'll have, Weiss explain our relationship to you further. Till later then.

Yang: Bye!

Blake: Have fun!

YB: ...

Blake: They have a booty call codename!

Yang: Fuck that's hot!

[redheartedtramp]

Little Sister Club

Yang: Yeah, and then I punched the last guy so hard, he coughed up his lunch from yesterday!

Blake: *Nodding along, listening intensely*

Weiss: *rolling eyes as Yang continues to boast*

As Yang continues to talk about how cool and sexy she is, Weiss notices Ruby beckoning her closer

Weiss: ... *scoots over to Ruby and whispers* What?

Ruby: *pulls out her scroll* Check this.

Weiss: ?!!?!?!? *covers her mouth as she looks at a picture that looks like a younger yang, but her hair is in pigtails and she has braces* No. Way. When?

Ruby: 8th Grade.

Weiss: Talk about a glow up.

Ruby: Mmm-hmm~

Weiss: Oh, wait! *pulls out her own scroll* Lookie.

Ruby: *gasps and giggles quietly as she sees a photo of Winter wearing thick glasses* Chess Club Captain?

Weiss: The 'White Queen' they called her.

*Ruby and Weiss snicker to themselves, all while Yang and Blake are just too into each other*

[bluecheeseinmyoffwhites]

Hello, saw your posts about RWBY Characters' Allusions. A question, does team rwby have another character allusion?

A lot of characters have more than one allusion, and team RWBY is no different. These allusions often have a character fill a complementary role of a significant figure in another fairy tale.

Let's start with Ruby Rose. She is of course Little Red, but there are also other characters she embodies. The Wolf in the story is known for his big & shiny eyes, a very notable feature of Ruby (that was pointed out by Ozpin in the first episode, just like the fairy tale). She is also her own huntsman, equip with an "axe" weapon of her own.

Weiss Schnee is Snow White, but also takes other roles of the story based on her summons. Her Boartusk represents the huntsman, who killed a boar to spare the princess. Her Knight represents the noble prince who saves her. Her Queen Lancer represents the Evil Queen who plagues her. Weiss seems to take after the Evil Queen the most, with her friends often referring to her as "Ice Queen".

After reading those first two, you can probably now understand why Blake is based on both Beauty & the Beast. She has Belle's beauty, part of her name, her love for books, her relationship to "Adam" and her tendency to run away. But like the Beast, she has animal traits that she hides, is haunted by a rose, prefers living in isolation, and eventually falls in love with a human girl. She is often seen in Forever Fall, a forest with wilting red flowers, representing the wilting rose that curses the Beast.

Yang is Goldilocks with her destructive nature & yellow hair, but can also be seen as Baby Bear, the child of the Papa (Taiyang, blue eyes) & Mama (Raven, red eyes), resulting in Yang being a mix of both (purple eyes). Each parent compares Yang to the other, and she learns to embrace the good and bad traits of both in order to become "just right".

The tale of Rose Red & Snow White, two young girls based on Little Red & Snow White, can be the inspiration for the partnership between Ruby & Weiss. The two were sisters, which is represented by the ever-growing bond between Ruby & Weiss. Weiss's fairy tale, Snow White, could also be the reason for Ruby's theme, Red Like Roses, which is how the Evil Queen described how red she wants her lips in the original tale (in some stories she compares it to blood in the snow, both line up perfectly with the Red Trailer & Players & Pieces).

Weiss also represents the story of the Snow Queen. She is called Ice Queen. She has a male companion (Kai/Whitley) who is cold, distant, & rude. She sets off to find the Snow Queen (Winter) in V5, during her trip she meets a talking corvid (Raven) & a robber maiden (Vernal). Weiss also gets pierced by evil glass like Gerda.

Gerda’s most cherished memories is being young playing in the rose gardens with her friend. They shared many happy memories here. This rose garden takes the embodiment of Ruby Rose, who befriends Weiss & takes her on adventures. Weiss reminisces about Ruby in V4 after the attack on Beacon, missing the days when they had fun together. A frozen rose garden is seen in Weiss Character Short, representing her longing for Ruby (innocence, fun, freedom).

Blake & Yang have so many allusions when it comes to their relationship. Start with Beauty and Beast. Blake already shows traits of both Belle & the Beast, but Yang does as well. Her affiliation with yellow, adventure, bright energy, & beauty is reminiscent of Belle. The Red Trailer even directly ties her with Blake, calling her the beauty to her beast. Yet Yang also displays signs of the Beast, most notably her behavior when she is angry. She sparks fire red eyes similar to the monstrous Grimm they fight, and is the most aggressive fighter of the group. She receives an injury on her arm identical to the Beast. Most importantly, she is abandoned by Beauty in V3. This theme of having similar & different traits within one another ties into another dynamic that will be explained later.

There are two roses that bring them together. They meet through Ruby, the good rose Yang gives to Blake. Adam is the bad rose that Blake tries to keep away from Yang, but he breaks them. Adam starts off as the Beast (Adam) to Blake’s Beauty. Once she leaves him (like the fairy tale) he then embodies the Rose that haunts her. Once he meets Blake’s new partner, he then becomes Gaston & adopts his jealousy. Once Blake & Yang defeat him, they free themselves from the curse and come back to the Good Rose.

Blake & Yang also represent the Yin & Yang dynamic. We have the darkness (Blake) and the light (Yang), with a little bit of each other in each (matching eyes). Many cultures depict Yin as a tiger (Blake's cat ears) and Yang as a dragon (Xiao Long). The themes of darkness and light has been associated with Blake & Yang since their trailers. Blake engulfs in darkness when she leaves, while Yang brings light when she enters (kind of like their semblances). Scenes with Blake & Yang play with lighting a lot (2x06, 6x01, 9x06), and fights involving them often have them circling around each other or moving across each other, just like the Yin Yang Symbol.

Team RWBY as a whole also has references. One commonly known reference is the Wizard of Oz crew, with Ruby acting as Dorothy (who had Ruby/Silver slippers). Weiss is the Tin Man who gains heart while the real one loses it (Ironwood), Blake is the Lion who gains courage while the real one loses it (Lionheart), and Yang is the Scarecrow who learns to fight smarter while the real one acts irrationally (Qrow). These four adventurers set off to Beacon (Land of Oz), meet the Wizard (Ozpin), and get their wishes (graduating). They are told to stay on the Yellow Road, but fail.

The team's respective Remnants also allude to their fairy tales. Ruby sheds roses, representing her red color scheme, her youthful innocence, and the flowers Little Red picks for her grandmother. Weiss sheds snow, representing her white color scheme, her cold attitude, and Snowhite's soft skin that gave her the name. Blake sheds shadows, representing her black color scheme, her dark personality and background, and the Beast condemned to the shadows. Yang sheds fire, representing her yellow color scheme, her bright but scorching personality, and the porridge Goldilocks claimed was "too hot".

Ruby represents multiple figures from others characters’ allusions. Penny is based on Pinocchio, who wishes on a Shooting Star to be a real human. Ruby, who is often characterized as a small flickering light (literally & figuratively) she represents the star that Penny wishes for & makes her feel human (literally & figuratively).

2x07 Dance Dance Infiltration is a retelling of the Cinderella story. The maiden is told she needs to return by midnight, puts on a disguise, & goes off. Ruby tracks her, Cinderella enters the stage, the two dance, and she leaves without a trace. Ruby in this case represents the Prince that wants to find the mysterious maiden he danced with the night before. His only clue was her missing glass slipper. Cinder fights with glass, a point Ruby reports to her professors as information to track her down.

There's a lot more micro references to other fairy tales but these are the most notable for Team RWBY. These references influence how a character is portrayed, how they interact with others, and the actions they take.

[vermillionwinter]

Emergence 1

Fem!reader x John Constantine

MDNI!!!!

Synopsis: A string of ritualistic murders are beyond the wheel house of Detective Angela Dodson and the whole of the LAPD. After their last round of saving humanity, she though John would be the person to help her solve these murders and the mystery behind them. But who they really need is you. A linguist in the dead languages of Babylon.

This work is very loosely based on the move, Hell Blazer comics, biblical material, and themes from the show Supernatural. Unedited!

TW:// Detailed descriptions of dead bodies, typical violence of movie nature.

Enjoy my loves! I can't stare at this first chapter any longer.

There was always a feeling of shock when you came across cases that are out of the ordinary no matter how long you have been on the force. No matter the things you have seen, and that is no different for Detective Angela Dodson. A fight between an arch angel and Lucifer himself could not prepare the seasoned officer for the scene she was led to by Officer Pierce. She was no occult expert, but the sigils written in blood, the placement of the bare female’s body- her arms angled up, elbows bent towards the right, her legs the opposite direction. Ancient sigils written in the victim’s blood were meticulously placed and sized between the space of her limbs. It was a grizzly scene even for the most seasoned of officers. This was the second victim found in similar circumstances that Angela and her partner Detective Weiss were investigating. Aiden Winters Would they find a correlation between the victims? They were found miles apart, they did not work together. Didn’t frequent any of the same places. And so far no shared acquaintances. Angela snapped the black gloves onto her hands when she approached the body of LeAnna Hughes. Pressing a hand to the victim’s skull, patches of blond hair ripped from the young woman’s scalp, Angela closed her eyes reaching to find a tether left behind by LeAnna.

The screams reverberating through Angela’s senses would forever haunt her dreams. The fear, the pain, the agony of her final moments shredding through the detective like wild fire. “Detective Dodson!” a voice ripped her violently away from the figure shrouded in darkness, eyes of molten gold meeting her eyes. “You’re bleeding.” Officer Pierce pointed to his nose bringing awareness of the warm drip of blood falling to the ground next to their victim. “Shit,” she wiped it away quickly with the handkerchief hidden in her pocket. “Have someone mark it.” Tilting LeAnna’s head back slightly, Angela noticed her eyes were significantly sunken in for a recent death, the surrounding burnt? She opened the lid of her eye to find they were charred from the inside. Angela made the sign of the cross on LeAnna’s forehead, whispering a Hail Mary before finishing her search of the body.

There was no denying this case went above and beyond what the LAPD could do. They were looking at something darker the universe had to offer. And there was only one other person she knew who would know exactly what do in the most unorthodox ways. Angela had her phone in hand finding the contact while she walked to the entrance of the apartment, “I need to make a call. Give me a moment.” The warm L.A. wind whipped through Angela’s hair with a menacing fierceness that had her skin crawling, her senses on edge. The line trilled several times while she took in her surroundings. Something did not feel right, but she did not necessarily feel anything through the True Sight. “Angela?” The gruff, lazy voice of John Constantine finally answered. “I need you to meet me at a scene. Something is happening, and it left a girl mutilated after leaving her body. I saw it when I touched her, the hate I felt when I reached out to her. The air feels dark, John.” “Address now.”

No couth with this one. A gruff, asshole John may be, but there was no denying his reliability. John, though cured from his cancer and has his one-way ticket to heaven, would never turn down the opportunity to take out more half-breed scum, or other creatures of the night. He could not lie, and say he never found a piece of enjoyment sending the evil of the world back to their realm. The continuing of protecting humanity to stay in God’s good graces. What a fucking chump. He scoffed to himself finding Angela at the door of the apartment complex. The scene before him was not the most gruesome he had seen before, but the symbols, the placement of the girl’s body was not what he was expecting to see.

“This is some ancient, dark work here. Babylonian? But this one here,” he pointed to the bloody symbol covering her chest. “This is Aramaic. And these,” he pointed to several of the symbols now, “Sumerian. What the fuck are they trying to release? The severed digits are placed on a brass plate like it’s a god damn offering.” Fucking hell he needed a cigarette, he reached into his pocket only to be disappointed by the minty, annoyance that was the nicotine gum, but he threw it in his mouth anyways. Gave his jaw the work it needed to keep him from clenching it painfully to keep his frustration level.

The multiple radios chattering, the constant movement around him had John feeling on edge. This all felt familiar, but blocked just out of sight with a heavy fog. It felt disarming, especially when Beeman wasn’t there to guide him through the vast knowledge the universe had to offer. He recognized the language, so at least they had a starting point. Not knowing their doomsday clock countdown was the true burden to finding out what was happening under their noses. They already cut it damn close when it came to Mammon. “Can you translate any of this?”

John shook his head, dimming the spark of hope Angela had felt when he recognized the patterns. “But I know someone who can. Haven’t had contact with them in about fifteen years or so. No idea where they could be.” He stood from his crouched position motioning his head to the door ready to make his exit.

“Do they have a name, so I can look him or her up at the station?” They stopped by the elevators, John chewing his gum intently in thought. He told Angela your name, and to be in touch as soon as she knew something. But now? Now John Constantine needed a fucking drink. If he couldn’t smoke his lungs to cancer rotten organs, cirrhosis of the liver was the next best thing right?

Was he ready to reopen this chapter of his life for the assistance in solving this case? Surely with the collection left to him from Beeman him and Angela could figure it out. But at what cost? How many lives taken before they came to a conclusion when he knew you were the only person that could truly help him keep the world from burning? John hasn’t spoken to you since he left you naked in the bed you shared for months during your quest for knowledge in Guwahati, India; all because he let his mentor convince him your powers were too unhinged.

John was following around a man named Nick Necro, honing his craft of exorcism and knowledge of the otherworldly beings that took residence with the citizens on this plane. Nick warned John to stay away from you after coincidentally fighting alongside you to find a rogue pack of werewolves that wreaked havoc in a small village of Austria, your magic was wild darkness he told his protégé. Unable to control, utter chaos that no human should be able to wield. But he was young, and telling him not to do something with a promise of potential danger was as tempting as a fruit not to be eaten. Your abilities were unlike any John had witnessed before, and did the flurry of your magic, the best he could describe it, send a fire through him every time. He was like a moth to the flame, and John had never felt such devotion to one single person even after fifteen years. So, he followed you on your quest to the Garden of Eden where you described your dreams were taking you. A monster taking over the Garden spreading evil over the Earth. It was calling to you, you would tell him when you would both wake from the terror your dreams held over you. Warm embraces, wiping tears away, and soft touches of skin to ground you; fingers tracing down your back or arms, lips capturing yours or vice versa to provide the passionate distraction you both fiercely craved.

But the last job the two of you took on, a coven of vampires, you had been severely injured. He nursed you back to health, but he saw how easy it would be to lose you, and he talked himself into leaving you without a word, and find his mentor once more to help as many humans from the filth of the world to redeem his soul from the hellfire that waited for him after life.

A soft, steady series of knocks echoed through your office despite the many decorations on the wall, and the beautiful Persian rug of blues and yellows. You smoothed down the mid length, black skirt when you stood from the comfortable leather chair at your desk. The woman on the other side of the door was beautiful with her dark, lush hair and a soft smile. But her hazel eyes were sharp as they ran over you and your surroundings before brandishing her badge. “Good afternoon, Professor. Detective Angela Dodson with the LAPD Homicide,” she put her badge away, her body relaxing when she felt no threats. “I have questions regarding a current case. Have it on good authority you’re the expert in a certain area of some recent homicides, and they are on the rather strange side of things.” There was a certain gleam in Angela’s eyes, hinting towards the existence of otherworldly beings on the human plane. LA was a hotspot for supernatural events, the larger the human population, the more attention is drawn for those that benefit from hunting humans. Some fed from pleasures of the seven deadly sins; others blood, dreams, the possibilities were endless. Heaven. Hell. The whole god damn shebang was fucking real. And the naivety of humanity. Well, like any tale, some used their abilities for good. Others for their own selfish desires, and then there was evil. And evil you had come across many times before through your lifetime.

A loud slam resounded through the hallway of the campus wing for this building’s offices. You jumped from the unexpected sound, and Angela’s head swiveled quickly to the source of the loudness. Her keen eyes narrowed at the perpetrator, her arms crossing in annoyance over her chest; body defensive almost. And then a surge of magic rushed through your veins singing its beauty into your soul. The warmth of a wild Beltane fire knocking you unsteady, but you were thankful for the firm door frame that held you upright taking in a meditative breath. What the hell was going on? It had been far too long since that feeling had overcome you. The tapping of shoes against the tiles grew closer, heavy but balanced. “About damn time you showed up, John.”

John. It couldn’t be. What would be the fucking coincidence? The flashes of inexperience passion, but gods was it electric and fun. But then he spoke, and you froze, chills crawling over you at the deep husk the developed over fifteen years.

“Yeah, sorry, got caught up at the Alley,” and for the first time in what seemed like a lifetime ago, your eyes locked onto the broad figure of John Constantine. His dark, solemn eyes as intense as ever, but the spark that was there in their youth no longer lingered. This man that was damned to the depths of hell because he believed he was cursed with the True Sight.

“Hello, John.” The back-and-forth glances on Angela’s behalf did not go unnoticed.

A curt nod in your direction, and the sound of your name on his lips once more. You turned around leading them into your office, your heart rate quickening with each step. What are the fucking odds it was him. Angela wasted no time at all placing picture upon picture of mutilated bodies. Posed. Carved into. Bloody. The symbols though. “The languages of Babylon? In LA?” You grabbed another, and another all with the burning gaze of John Constantine’s eyes clocking your every move. Reading you as he did. Some things never change. You knew these symbols. These body positions. “The dreams.” You unknowingly whispered.

“Yours? From before?” John questioned pulling your eyes to his. He was elbows rested on his knees; hands clasped between the spread of his legs. You nodded and then closed your eyes to steady yourself, but it just made the images of your dreams more vivid. The world on fire, the screams of humanity dancing in the flames obscuring the monstrous, beastly figure. A deafening roar shook the skies. John tapped his knuckles in a pattern you had long forgotten- 1,2. 1,2. 1,2,3- and it pulled you from the darkness wanting to devour you. “You got a little lost there.” Your heart lurched, breath uneven, but you couldn’t help the response to had to John, and maybe it was not such a horrid thing to be around someone who knew you so well. Even if you did leave on unknown, unamicable terms. Unwanted by you only it had seemed.

“Thank you,” you whispered before taking the bottle on your desk to your lips.

Angela cleared her throat, the tension in the room charged between you and John. This was more than just someone he had as a connection versus a past lover. “We were hoping you could tell us what all these writings translate to. What does this mean for us, or do we have someone trying a ritual but not achieving it? John said you were the best Babylonian linguist he knew.”

“Guess it’s fate I was brought to LA after all. These rituals are to raise a primordial creature, it never had a name, it never wanted a name from Adam back in the Garden of Eden. But before Eden, there was Lilith. And she was the one to banish the Beast away.” You looked up from the pictures to catch Angela’s fear filled eyes. “But of course that would be painting Lilith in a good light, so we must omit her from the bible, and only associate her to demons because she didn’t want to be controlled by Adam and his God.”

As if the damned Devil himself wasn’t as scary as the being summoned to this plane now. Angela expected something out of the realm of possibility, but a primordial being known to wipe humanity, well that was worrisome beyond belief, and surpassed her wheel house real fast.

“I don’t remember all the details to the ritual. But this is what, two victims?” Angela nodded. “I need to gather some books and texts I have back at my apartment. Would you like to meet tonight, or tomorrow once I’ve done more research?”

Before Angela could answer, John spoke, “I can help on that front as well. I had a friend that might have some useful things. I can give you the address.” What was he doing? Just yesterday he was scared to even see you. And now he was throwing himself right in your path just as he did before when you met. Mere minutes in your presence, and it was not enough for him. The ache in his being to be near you. You agreed before you could really think about the situation you were putting yourself in. There would always be a John Constantine sized wound in your soul. It was a connection like no other thrown away for a reason unknown to you. He took a pen from your desk and a sticky pad that was near your hand. The tiniest hint of his warmth had you wanting more. You were thankful he kept his eyes down wanting to avoid being struck by his dark, haunting gaze.

“Detective Dodson,” your attention turned to the striking officer before you, “could I get copies of the photos for reference?” With a smirk, Angela procured another manila envelope handing it to you, her number and name written on the package

“I have everything you need in there. Call me when you have some answers. We’ll go from there.” She took her stand after packing all of the evidence away. “You have a great rest of your day, Professor.” Turning to leave you called out to her.

“I get a sense of magic coursing through you, Angela. I’d like to know all aspects we are working with to solve this.”.

A bow of her head, and a morose turn of her full lips Angela answered, “My sister Isabelle and I were born with the sight. I repressed it many years ago, my sister embraced it. Was shunned for it. But now, I embrace it after her passing.” The detective left with no other words between them leaving John alone with you.

John crossed his hands behind his head, spreading his broad frame wider, the white button up pull taut against his chest. “You know he doesn’t like you calling his gifts magic.” You began to laugh.

“Well, he should not make it feel like magic if he doesn’t want it called that. Embracing your curse as gifts these days, John?” A sardonic smirk and scoff was his response to your question.

“No matter how many half-breeds I send back to hell, it’s still a fucking curse every time I have to see their disgusting faces.”

You followed John to the many bookcases on the right wall of your gray walled office. His long, thick fingers running over the aged spines of your books. Until he came across one with gold intricate filagree, tracing the rough pads of his fingers over the swirls. One hand tucked into the pocket of his black, slacks you watched as the man that crushed your spirit after lifting you so high took up space in the world you built outside of your life you once lived traipsing the Earth to hone your magic, and learn more about your powers. He turned to you, one black brow lifted now leaning his tall frame against the bookshelf.

“Pray tell how an all powerful sorceress become an esteemed Professor of Myths and magic?”

But before you could answer, your alarm began blaring indicating the end of you office hours. Your next class beginning in thirty minutes, and you had to gather your lesson plan for the session. Saved by the bell. You needed to mentally prepare for more personable conversations with John, and he could have that opportunity tonight, but not right now. You didn’t need your thoughts scrambled up when you still had half a day worth of classes and paperwork.

“I must get to class, John. I’ll see you tonight though?”

John closed the distance between you, you drew in a sharp breath as his scent wrapped itself around you. You didn’t smell a hint of cigarette smoke on him. Mint, whiskey, and an earthly spice. That tease of his apricity from earlier now all consuming. He tilted his head towards you, his brown almost obsidian eyes in this light glimmering with mirth.

"Yeah Professor, I’ll be seeing you tonight.” His whispered, sonorous voice raising the hair on your neck.

You felt excitement and promise in those words. His plush lips pressed to the corner of your mouth, a gasp of surprise escaped from your mouth. As quickly as he invaded your invaded his space, John Constantine took his departure with one last look to you over his shoulder mischief painted over his matured handsome features, and the audible click of your door. Fuck were you in for one hell of a game of cat and mouse tonight. The electrical heat from John Constantine still ever the same thrumming through your pounding heart.

TBC

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meat n spirits au, what are the schnees? I need to know if Winter Weiss and Whitely are all the same undead or different types. I can see them dying together in a schneebling way.

I haven’t thought much about the other Schneeblings, but I know that Weiss is a Banshee

Banshees are incorporeal undead who USED to be ghosts. For reference, ghosts are people who were eaten by Grimm, and whose Auras are now trapped on Remnant searching for their bodies

A ghost becomes a banshee after a long time has passed, or a particularly traumatic after-death warps them into their current form. They take on traits of the Grimm that killed them (feathers, fur, bones, etc.) and their wails of sorrow and pain become just as deadly as the monster that killed them

Weiss was killed by a Nevermore while training with her sister. Winter rushed to slay the Grimm, but by the time she reached her sister it was too late. Her body had been completely consumed, and Winter obliterated the Grimm in return. This is how Winter got her Nevermore summon

Her death simply turned her into a ghost, one that haunted the grounds of Schnee manor. Winter is beside herself, Willow is half falling apart half actually pulling it together to comfort Whitley, but worst of all was Jacques

It was the uncaring behavior of her father in the wake of her death, using her passing as a means to further his business while taking no time to comfort any of his so called family, that tipped her over the edge into becoming a banshee

Banshees ARE incorporeal, meaning they cannot be physically interacted with, but they are not invisible. As their Grimm features become more prominent, their form becomes more visible. With Weiss now VERY present in the house (if a little more feathery) the family is ecstatic, Willow even stops drinking

Jacques can no longer ignore the death of his daughter. Unfortunately, he’s Jacques, so he immediately finds a new way to capitalize on this. She can speak, she can scream, that means she can sing. They get into an argument, the glass shatters in all the windows, and all the the porcelain cracks

The fight goes on late into the night, Jacques’s snide tone and Weiss’s piercing shrieks still echoing through the house when Willow and Whitley try to go to sleep. Willow sleeps on the couch in her son’s room with a pillow held tight over her ears. Whitley pretends it isn’t comforting

After a night of vicious nightmares, the house awakes to find Jacques unconscious near death with blood leaking from his eyes, nose, and mouth. Weiss’s translucent form hovers over him, looking equal parts horrified and triumphant

She tells her mother and younger brother that she’s going to Beacon. Weiss leaves, her rapier in hand for the first time since her death. Her soul is in the weapon, it’s the only thing she can truly touch

Willow files for divorce and for Jacques to be removed as CEO of the Schnee Dust Company (a stroke at his age? No wonder). Whitley wonders if his sister’s death was the best thing that’s ever happened to their family